#i threw in a few extra sentences for reasons

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

🌹🌹🌹?

Of course, Lovely!

Memories of a not-so-distant past from an oh-so-distant future filled you with soul-deep yearning; you missed him, a crazy and almost impossible thing when he was right here, a vigor and vibrance to his very being you’d never seen before.

And he was here yes but-

-but here he wasn’t yours.

This wasn’t the man you loved, not yet.

This man, who had finally mastered enough of the steps to take a hesitant lead, apologizing for each misstep, inquiring about your well-being- 

This man was good and kind and unintentionally charming, but he was centuries away from being the man to whom you had given your heart.

A glimpse into a Prussia Readerfic with Time Travel shenanigans that I have literally been trying to write on-and-off for well over 10 years now. Hopefully this will be the year I finally get it written in full and published.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

[hitomisuzuya]

Secret admirer+neighbour reader that allows Scara to stay over in her room whenever shit gets rowdy at his home for whatever reason. She leaves letters of encouragement in his locker and snacks and stuff. He found it stupid at first but gave up 'reluctantly'.

But like, pls, he knows it's her. The way she looks at him, hopefully, every time he scowls a certain way, he gets a more expensive snack (within the budget of a little middle-class lady, of course), and he starts liking her a bit too...

And anyway, they get into a cute little confrontation when she cares about him a little too much, with a bit too much honesty with the cutest outfit and he's turned on and- you get the idea.

Please, praise kink. Praise my hubby🥺🥺 maybe a bit of degrading from him.

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. porn with some plot. fluff. degradation. praise for scara. cunnilingus. for narrative purposes, college has lockers for people who live off campus.

i grinned when i read this ask. legit scaramouche would fall in love kicking and screaming reluctantly about it the whole time🤣 this is a little long.

if scaramouche had it his way, he would've chosen to live on campus at the dorms. but no, being so close to the college made his bitch mother suggest he might be more comfortable just living at home. incidentally, it was over just that issue that you meant scaramouche officially for the first time.

you swore he slammed the door loud enough to rattle to every window of his house. and yours. naturally, it startled you, being out on the porch looking at the orange and purple painted clouds of the sunset. you'd seen him around campus before, but social anxiety often came into play. and he sort of treated you like a nuisance when you tried to talk to him.

"you okay?" you asked, giving him a soft look of concern.

"huh? do you need something?" scaramouche snapped, glaring at you in a way that would've made anyone instantly fuck off.

anyone wasn't you, though. "no, it just sounds like you were fighting with someone," you replied, his glare making your cheeks flush.

"yeah, bitch mother," it was like he didn't want to dedicate the extra few seconds of time to string together a longer sentence to mention her in.

"you can come hang out with me in my room for awhile until things cool down. no one is home right now but me," you said shyly, playing with your hair in an annoying way he absolutely couldn't miss.

"uh, sure. yeah whatever, gimme a few minutes," scaramouche grumbled, turning to go back inside the house. back inside to tell his mother to fuck off one more time. he was automatically suspicious. why were you offering? what did you stand to gain from it?

he thought about these questions while he unplugged (ripped the cords out of the outlet) his xbox, and slammed the door again. threw the door to your house open, and sort of stomped up the stairs. he promptly hooked his xbox up to your tv like he was automatically entitled to it.

but you didn't mind. scaramouche always made you feel weak in the knees. you even got him to tell you what he wanted for dinner so you could make it for him.

this became almost something of a daily occurrence. an occurrence that scaramouche was startled to find how comfortable he was becoming with.

you sure are a strange one. you even sat and watched him play video games late into the night, monopolizing your tv and not really giving a shit if there was something you wanted to watch. you never said a thing if there was. dvrs exist, after all. you would cheer him on and praise him when he was playing good. you looked stuff up on your phone to help him if he got stuck on a part somewhere.

you would remind him about tests tomorrow. he told you whatever and ended up not studying. he didn't really need to honestly. thing is, though, you started leaving notes of encouragement tucked into his folders or notebooks. or left them in his locker with some sort of disgusting sweet treat. "for you to enjoy now or later. it's up to you. good luck today."

he thought it was incredibly stupid. what could you possibly gain from this nonsense? "i don't like sweets," he said, tossing a baggie of oreos on your desk. "disgusting. absolutely no thanks."

your posture stiffened a little, like you'd just been caught red handed doing something secretive. in a way, you had been. "wh-what are you talking about?" you stammered shyly, "who left you those?" you paused for a moment, twisting lock of hair around your index finger. "incidentally, what would you want for something like that?"

scaramouche almost snorted. god, you are so transparent. he knew it was you, but you are still trying to play it off like it wasn't, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. it was disgustingly adorable so he let you carry on with it in his own way. stop it.

"salted rice balls with sea weed in the middle. i like those, not the toxic waste that is chocolate. or rather horse shit," he replied, rolling his eyes.

sure enough, a few days later, salted white rice balls with seaweed in the middle appeared in his locker the next morning. "please, eat these. sorry about before. you try so hard and deserve a good treat."

fuck, fuck, fuck!

he was starting to tuck your notes into his pockets to keep with him throughout the day. some of the snacks you make him looked expensive. and you were the type to buy the ingredients and hand make them yourself. you had to have been getting up super early in the morning to make them or staying up late the night before.

and every time he called you out on it, you shyly played it off. even joking with him about him having a secret admirer, though he swore you looked a little sad at the thought of someone else liking him like you weren't talking about yourself.

even worse, scaramouche started looking at you and thinking; shit, she looks really cute today. those are thigh highs she's wearing cup her thighs perfectly. it makes me wanna..

he'd had enough when he started jacking himself off after he left your house for the night. thinking of you, the innocent girl next door who doted on him and gave him attention. who is way too sweet for her own good. with this stupid crush on him that you refused to say anything about.

how dare you make him fall in love.

you started wearing thigh highs when he mentioned casually he likes them, tempting him with a garter belt. a garter that his eyes strained to casually get a peek at if the pleats of your skirt bounced in just the right way.

he caught you on your way out the door to go the convenience/grocery store that stayed open all night, a list of ingredients and a recipe in your hand to read on the way.

"why do you do this nonsense?" scaramouche asked, snatching the slip of paper out of your hand. he couldn't help but smirk. just like he thought, there was a recipe for rice balls with eel in them and miso soup. you were even going to stop by the coffee shop and get his favorite coffee.

...

fucking hell, you are way too sweet for your own good but damn it, he enjoyed soaking up every bit of your attention now. his bitch mother even "accused" him of dating someone a few days ago. the nerve!

"i..i." you stammered shyly in a way that made him want to kiss you. really really badly. you knew you were caught. "was i that obvious?"

scaramouche snorted. "you are so obvious that you could've landed plane without waving your arms. it was actually a little pathetic," he sighed seeing your reaction. why did you do that? why did your cheeks flush when he flat out insulted you?

and that was how you ended up on your back on his bed, your legs spread and stripped almost entirely of your clothes as he crawled between your legs. "these stay on," he insisted, hooking his finger under the top of your thigh high, letting it snap back on your thigh. he'd angrily kissed you all the way up to his room, pawing at your clothes and swallowing your moans into his mouth.

you always took care of him in your room. and now he was taking care of you properly in his room. it was a chore to fight his pride, anyways. and he didn't want to fight it anymore.

having his hands holding your thighs apart while he licked slow, hungry stripes up and down your pussy was much more preferable. "desperation is good color on you, slut," he groaned, teasingly kitten licking your clit before sweeping it down to swirl around your hole. youclenched on the tip of his tongue like he imagined that you would.

"i..i can't help it," you moan shakily, squirming as you grind on his mouth, "i'm sorry. i'm so in love you with it hurts. i just..just," you are cut off when scaramouche latched his lips around your clit, letting out a gasp of pleasure. your clit tingled and throbbed as he sucked, prodding and swirling his tongue in a way that made a dizzying warmth spread through your core. "i wanted your attention."

you sound so fucking cute it made his cock ache almost painfully. did you have any idea how unbearable you made it all the fucking time? "i saw right through your pathetic attempts to woe me. praise me more, slut. it's making me hard," he groaned, drunk on the taste on your pussy soaking his tongue.

he held your pussy against his mouth as you grinded on his tongue, your fingers finding his hair and pushing his mouth down. "you are perfect, scara!" you cry out, your clit throbbing twice as hard underneath his tongue. "your tongue feels so good! you are all i ever think about!"

he could edge himself on your words praise, soaking up every word. "go on. keep going while i tongue fuck you," he moaned, focusing his tongue on your clit again.

his tongue working your pussy over like a starved animal was making you start to babble nonsense. "your so smart, and handsome and strong. your fingers are beautiful, so beautiful i want to suck on them. don't stop, please. please," you have the cutest sounding whimpers when the jolts of pleasure rocketing through you were too much for you to process.

your precious babbling spurred scaramouche's tongue on, one hand reluctantly leaving your thigh to palm and rub his cock outside his jeans. you deserve to cum hard on his tongue for sounding so sweet.

you twitch and spasm in bliss, tugging urgently on his hair. your hips bucked up to rub and grind on his mouth. you writhed on the bed, relaxing into his possessive squeeze on your thighs. it wasn't long before you couldn't keep it together anymore. or at least as together as you thought you had it. you'd broken on his tongue a long time ago.

you whimper weakly behind your shameless moans, your thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you. it was so strong it nearly even made your fingers fall limp in his hair. his tongue lovingly fucked you through your orgasm until you were panting and shaking on the cusps of overstimulation. he lapped at your release.

"i think i found the only sweet i will enjoy," satisfied, he sat up and wiped his mouth. you are practically passed out on his bed, exhausted and overloaded. neither of you were making it to your evening classes. he planned to spend that time further devouring you once he let you sleep a little.

[asocialangel]

alphabet boy

NSFW alphabet for my time skip, pro striker Isagi !!

For some reason the more i wrote the more detailed i got haha, hope you like it, i reinterpreted some tropes cause i can, credits to the original owner for the template. You can ask in the comments or ask-box for other characters or other animes if u want ! 

Nice reading, you simp ;)

afab!reader / fem!reader x isagi. Smut, pretty vanilla tho

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Isagi is not the type to go straight for a shower after finishing. He will lay first, still breathless, hugging you tight. He’ll throw corny sentences around like “yeah, that was good” because he truly loved it and wants to thank you. When you get up to get cleaned up, he'll follow you and wash up too and he’ll tidy up the bed. When everything is settled he makes sure you fall asleep to his sweet words while he cuddles you. 

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

His favorite thing about you is your thighs. He adores how soft they are. It took him a while to admit it, but his biggest dream was to fall asleep head resting there. Now, he always gifts you short shorts or tight socks to highlight your beautiful thighs. 

About himself, he’s pretty confident in his arms. He knows you love them, how muscular they are, the way his veins kinda pop out when he crosses them. Therefore he puts on thigh shirts and works ‘em out with extra attention so they look perfect.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Isagi loves cumming on you. He was so happy when you told him you were on birth control. Because after getting both checked for STDs, that meant you could do it raw. He loves feeling his cum go inside you, inside your pussy or inside your mouth. He prefers it even more when he gets to paint you white. He loves cumming on your belly, your thighs and your beautiful face. He hates it when you put his perfect cum to waste when you spit instead of swallowing. 

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

Once, you forgot panties at his place. And instead of, idk, smelling them, sending you a teasing picture, or even getting off to them, like a normal boyfriend would, HE TRIED THEM ON. I am not sure what went thru his mind but obviously, he broke some seams and just threw them away and never mentioned them again. That day he concluded he will never be into cross-dressing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He learnt most of it with you. Before you started seeing each other, he had had a few one night stands -not surprising for a famous football player- but he hadn't really learnt the beauty of the arts. Let's say it was trial and error. With your experience and your feedback, he keeps getting better. Still has a margin for improvement tho ;).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s rather basic, but he loves to be on top. More precisely, he loves to pin you down while your legs are on his shoulders, you're practically folded in half while he goes at it. He loves seeing you rock back and forth to his movements, and towering you gives him a good view of your beautiful face. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Depending on his mood, he can be the sun and the moon. It’s 50/50, really. Sometimes he is pretty serious and intense, and sometimes he will crack jokes and laugh and have fun ! He knows how to read the room and goes for the mood you are in. You love getting such different sides of him, cause his concentrated vibe is just as good as when he wants to make you laugh. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Isagi will keep it simple. He trims his hair down there because he prefers it that way and finds it more sanitary. As for the rest of his body, he doesn't have a lot of hair. He prefers to have his armpits shaved. And he doesn't expect anything precise of you, just your own choices and preferences.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be really romantic. Again, he’s gonna analyze the mood you want with his meta-eyes 😜 that was so corny i’m sorry. 😻 Back to business. 😹 He knows you love being praised as much as being degraded, so when he feels like it and when you feel like it, he will be really romantic, really sweet and reassuring. Thanks to him, you got to experience the iconic rose petals in the bathtub with candles moment. Even when he’s rough, he always loves to end it on a caring note. So imo, it’s 50/50, again. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to do it… a lot… while thinking of you… Look, he didn't have a girlfriend and you were everything he wanted. But now, I mean, you do it for him. Honestly, it’s not the thing that turns him on the most, you just jerking him off. He prefers when you also get pleasure. Instead, he looves to finger you, seeing you at his mercy, begging for more. He prefers it that way, so he's in control ;) 

Once, he caught you masturbating. You were so horny and he was training -as always- so you just thought “it’s gonna be quick” and did it. Well he got let off earlier and just caught you in your shared bed, going at it. “Babe ?” you were so startled and screamed, you hadn’t heard him enter. Then you guys just both started laughing really hard, and he quickly came to help you. It’s a fun memory between the two of you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

To me, Isagi is into multiple things, but it remains pretty tame. First of all, he discovered after a certain halloween that he really liked when you were dressed up as a nurse. Even if it was a nurse covered in blood, it just tingled something in him, the tight dress, the garters on your thighs, the cutest little cap you were wearing… Yeah he definitely needed your assistance that day. So now he will sometimes, very rarely cause he is shy about it for some reason, ask you to wear it again or roleplay as a nurse. 

Other than that, he lovesss restraining your hands. He loves it because you look at him with the prettiest puppy eyes that ask him to let go. But he keeps control. You can only look at him deeper while your body moves up and down, chest taking agitated breaths. 

And obviously, Isagi is BIG into praise. He just needs you to tell him how good he is, how amazing you are feeling thanks to him. It gets him so hard and keeps him going.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For starters, he loves the bed. Basic but comfortable. When you are finished you can just rest for a few minutes before cleaning up. And he likes that the world of sweet sleep and sultry nights get mixed up in your common bed. It’s metaphorical to him, now you both share everything. Then, he likes the kitchen counter, it feels freakier to him. It rhymes with unplanned sex, because when you end up on the kitchen counter, your legs around his back, it’s often because he grabbed your ass while you were making coffee. Something about your domestic life getting spiced up makes him really appreciate the rare but precious kitchen sex. Finally, he loves shower sex. How he can perfectly see your wet body arching. The way your wet hair gets in your face, the way you only have his hair to grip because everything else is too slippery. He is always down for some backshots in a shower, no matter where you guys are. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your positive words. No seriously he cannot get enough of your compliments and seeing you feel so good thanks to him. As for what turns him on, it’s simple: you in tight clothes. Something about being able to imagine your flesh under the fabric, seeing your underboob when you’re wearing an awfully cropped top, getting to see your ass in tight jeans… If you feel bold enough to wear his jersey and nothing else, you will have to endure his hands going over every inch of your skin. He loves seeing you in revealing clothes. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Isagi would NOT want to share you. Forget about threesomes and anything close to it. He is very selfish and it would absolutely shatter his ego to see you getting off to someone other than him. Egoist-da isagi yoichi 👹 (sorry again…). Also it turns him off when you do a baby voice, just sayin. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ooh now he is a sucker (no pun intended) for you giving him blow jobs. You do it so well, very few things come close to how he feels when you look up to him, teary-eyed, and swallow. On his end, he is more than okay with giving you head, it’s just not his favorite. It doesn't especially turn him on, but he is more than happy to make you feel great. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, this really depends. If he is in his romantic act, he will go slow and sensual, making sure to caress you all the while. I think he does have a little preference for rough sex. But nothing too rough, like he will never come close to hurting you or handling in a way that isn't delicate. He likes it rude with it but he will hold you like you are made of glass. He loves to rock his hips back and forth quickly, and to finger you super fast. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Isagi is always down for a quickie. No matter where you are or where you have to be, he will make time for you (and for his needs but he always blames it on you being horny and not him being so hard you could see his bulge through his clothes). If you have time, he definitely prefers to take time and not burn any steps, but he also loves the highs of a quickie. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Most of the new things you guys tried were because you brought them up. He is always down to try, but most of the time it does not procure him anything more special than what you guys were already used to. At the end of the day, he likes it simple. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has such a high sex-drive oh my days. He could go for it every single day. The thing is, when YOU are in the mood, you want to do it time and time again, but he doesn't have the facilities to handle so many rounds back-to-back. So you guys are not always on the same page. For a single round tho, he has pretty highs stamina, he can cum rather quick but over time he learnt to delay it because he really loves to cum *after* you. I would say he lasts an average amount of time. When you guys don't do it for a hot moment though, he comes embarrassingly fast. 

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

This man gets jealous of an inanimate object. He does NOT want you using toys when, in his own words, “you have him”. Obviously it’s not a formal prohibition but he gets really pouty when you mention vibrators and stuff. Therefore it goes without saying that he doesn't really want extra toys to come between the two of you when you are having sex. And to be fair, you really don't need them, it’s good enough as is. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

SUCH A TEASER do not play around with him, HE ALWAYS WINS. He loves to tease you about everything ! He will turn you on in public then claim it wasn't on purpose and that he can’t do anything about it as there are people around. He will also make low-key jokes about you to his friends in front of you, but the innuendos are so subtle that only you understand them. It gets you so flustered that he tells his freaking friends about it but if you react you will make it a bigger thing than it is. He also loves to touch you around, supposedly innocently, like his hands on your hips to get you out of the way, pressing your ass on the counter to reach for the coffee from behind you, you name it… He knows your sensitive spots and plays around with them, only to claim it wasn't on purpose. 

Because he turns you on then leaves you high and dry, you have to BEG him to actually release the pressure he built in. Even in bed, he loves edging you, it makes him giggle to see you struggle and he loves thinking he’s the one to control when you cum and when you don't just yet. So yeah, biggest teaser. And don’t try to tease him back as revenge, he will tease you ten times harder if that's even do-able. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low key (emphasis on the low-key) a whiner. To be fair, he doesn't really make much noise, but on lucky days you will hear him paint like the little baby girl he is. He doesn't really grunt either, he just breathes loudly in your ear. And he talks a lott. Like he is always saying something, asking you how you feel, teasing you, adoring you. After a bit, you put it together that he really, really likes hearing you moan, his name particularly. So you are kind enough to moan more, more sexily, more in his ear, and more is name. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Isagi told Bachira when he did it for the first time with you, as he should to his bestie. Thing is he disclosed pretty personal stuff about YOU to him. So the day after, bachira greeted him, accompanied by chigiri and other teammates, a cake that read: “congratulations on finding yourself a squirter”... Yeah… He never told you about it and it’s better like this, and since then he learnt to keep storytimes succinct.

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

Apart from his beautiful toned muscles, nun special. His underwear is so basic, like black and dark blue hues. Since he got rich and famous, he only buys luxury brands but the truth is he is not knowledgeable at all so he keeps it simple. He doesn't know jack shit about girls underwear either, but he is a simp for you in lingerie. So he gives you allowance money for you to go buy cute and sexy and expensive nightwear. He loves cumming on it so you often have to buy some new ones. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average honestly ! Maybe a little bit more than others, but he is not part of the ‘rabbit’ line of bllk (Aiku i’m looking at you). He can defo hold it in and would rather wait to see you again than to jerk off alone in a hotel room. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Never faster than you ! He loves to see you doze off, clinging to him, peaceful and tired. 

[admrlthundrbolt]

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

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After having his morning ruined, Harry meets the person who makes his favorite pies.

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Hi guys, I'm here with something else. Not sure where I'm going from here, but if anyone has a suggestion, I'm happy to hear it. Anyways enjoy.

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He had long ago discovered how annoying the planet Earth was. Although the one thing the humans had gotten right was food. For every delicacy Harry tried, there was always another on the horizon.

As of this moment he was ordering his usual breakfast, Apple pie and extra runny oatmeal.

“You can’t order that.” The waitress said boredly.

“Yes I can.” He then pointed at the menu. “ See. “

“How about this. We don’t have pie. So just get something else.”

Harry's eyes narrowed. “Dan! The rude waitress girl is lying to me!”

Dan knew this was coming. Not being prepared for Harry's oddities always brought on a argument. Making his way over, he tried to calm the situation. “She's right Harry. The pies haven't been delivered yet.”

With his morning already ruined, he thought everyone else should experience his annoyance. “Delivered, you have been lying too. What garbage have you been feeding me?”

Dan rubbed a hand down his haggard face, as the waitress left him to deal with Harry. “It’s not like that. We get them delivered from a local, who bakes out of her house. In fact it’s odd that she hasn't showed up.”

As he finished his explanation, Asta came through the door.

Harry was in front of her in a moment. “Asta, the pies are late!”

She took a step back, from his volume. “What?”

“ (Y/N) hasn't made her delivery yet. “ Dan said in answer. He knew the quicker Asta got involved, the faster Harry would calm down.

“Huh, that's weird. I don't think she's ever been late.”

This worried Harry greatly. What if the pies stop getting delivered all together! “We must see the pie maker.”

Asta nodded. “Yeah, a house call couldn't hurt. We’ll check it out dad.”

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She found it suspicious that Harry wanted to rush over to a stranger’s home. Until she realized what had started the conversation. So she decided to call out the alien. “So missing pie deserves a house call?”

His eyes flitted anxiously between her and the road. “That is not the only reason. Being the town doctor, I need to care for all my patients.”

“ Harry, last week you threw out Ben for over sharing in therapy. “

“He was being a baby. “

Asta could feel the starting symptoms of a migraine.

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As they arrived at the small farm house, they noticed the jeep parked in front. “Her car is here.”

Only a few steps were made towards the house, when a loud bleating caught their attention. Asta rushed to the barn behind the house and Harry followed after.

What they came upon was a bizarre sight. A full figured women kneeling next to a goat laying in the ground, surrounded by a large group of goats. She seemed to be panicing.

She noticed them and frantically said. “Thank goodness, could you help me. I think she's having a breech birth.”

They both made it through the group of goats and knelt next to her.

“Harry can you handle this? “ Atsa was already slipping into nurse mode.

Thankfully it didn't take much for Harry to be his usual demanding self. “I need a pair of gloves. “

“Here.” The woman said, handing them over promptly.

He slipped them on swiftly. “I will now reposition the baby. Have towels ready to receive.”

She already had them in her own gloves hands. “Got it.”

It went on like that, then working perfectly in tandem. Asta stood to the side in awe. She had never seen someone work with Harry so well. Most people wanted to choke him within a few sentences.

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“I honestly can’t thank you enough Dr. Vanderspeigle.” You said with a dazzling smile.

At least it was dazzling to Harry. He had never met a human, let alone being, that he had ever melded so well with. You seemed to have what the humans call a spark. He decided that he would not let you slip away so easily. “Call me Harry. We should exchange cellular numbers to remain in contact. You may have more goat needs.”

This offer was odd to Asta. Harry had never put himself out for anyone.

Beaming at him, you agreed. “Maybe you could go over some of your techniques with me over dinner. Tomorrow? “

“Yes. Make sure there is pie.”

As she nodded and smiled brighter, Harry knew this was the start of something new.

[fruitzbasket]

twiyor eden headcanons pt 2 📚

• time passes. people realize loid is okay. for a guy from westalis, at least. he has the best grades in his class, he’s insanely skilled at tennis and other sports, he’s good at cooking, and… he’s handsome. very handsome. chaos ensues.

• most girls are cool about their attraction to loid. and then there’s people like camilla, who go an extra mile to drive yor away from him and vice-versa. they find it easier to target yor, so she gets the short end of the stick.

• one afternoon loid notices that she’s being strangely quiet. shying away from him, avoiding his eyes. he eventually convinces yor to tell him what’s going on and it turns out that someone (camilla) told her that she’s not pretty or smart enough for him. that she’s too bland. too weird. he almost earns a tronitus bolt for the public telling off he gives to yor’s group of “friends”.

• yor receives many love letters. loid always looks like he’s about to stab someone so even though he’s more popular than yor, he doesn’t get as many confessions as her.

• she’s seen loid around his mom. she hugs him often, ruffles his hair, fixes his uniform. westalians must be affectionate people—that’s why loid holds her hand while walking to class, right?

• franky learns quickly that flirting with yor, even jokingly, is a death sentence.

• the library is their favorite spot in eden. yor reads true crime/horror books and points out gruesome paragraphs with a sweet smile on her face. “…and then his spine was ripped out!” “wow. is that book even allowed here?”

• they often have study dates. not that yor would call them dates, mind you.

• in fact, loid thought they had been dating months before they actually started dating. they walked home together everyday, they went on (one-sided) dates with each other all the time, yor disliked it when he was around other girls, she frequented his house, she slept with her head on his shoulder sometimes, etc.

• the day they became imperial scholars is the day yor kisses his cheek for the first time as a thanks for helping her out with her studies. loid valued that kiss more than his new status as a student.

• you know that official art where eden!loid is wearing a bandaid on his nose and yor is looking kind of bashful? she’s to blame for that bandaid being there at all to begin with. it’s just that he was so—so close! she couldn’t not have panicked!

• confessing to yor is a whole ordeal. loid has to come up with several plans and they all end up in failure for one reason or another. when he finally managed ask yor out on a date and walked her back home with the full intention of confessing his feelings on her doorstep, yuri threw a rock at him from the window.

• yor has very organized notes. she adds a few hearts/flowers/stars next to titles when she’s bored so there’s stuff like ♡WAR CRIMES♡ on her notebook lol. yor also writes things like yor forger, yor briar-forger, yor and loid forger… she remembers those too late, when her notebook is already in the possession of the forger in question.

• yor is part of the volleyball club. loid hoped to join the art club since he’s fairly skilled at drawing, but he's busy with the part-time job sylvia dragged him into. also, the tennis club would riot if he were to give his time to any other club.

• loid confesses to yor during valentine’s day. he sees yor being confessed to by someone who’s getting too comfortable, saying things yor doesn’t understand, touching her arm—normally he would just watch. not this time. he's had enough.

• "you should’ve punched him." "i was about to! why are you so mad for, anyway? it's not like we're d—dating." "...i would like to." "what?" "i would like to date you, yor."

• she straight up runs away from him. it's a disaster. loid thinks he might have miscalculated everything yor has done up until now. to him, that was 100% a rejection. he treats it like one.

• yor avoids him like hell after that incident. they only really talk again a few weeks later, when yor kisses him in the infirmary. she sprained her ankle during volleyball practice and loid carried her all the way there without a word. always so good to her. there's no way loid would see her in a romantic light, not after she's showed all her bad sides in front of him. he'd want to date for someone prettier, someone smarter, someone he can protect.

• loid is expecting her to tell him to leave. he doesn’t expect her to look down and quietly tug on the sleeve of his uniform. "did you mean what you said the other day?" (of course he did.)

• yor’s parents were strongly against their relationship at first, citing yor’s naivety and loid’s westalian origin. loid and yor even had to meet secretly for some time. for that reason and that reason only, they waited until loid was done with medical school to get married.

• in this au, loid retains his canon day job. loid is a good match for a psychiatrist, especially one focused on treating war veterans. he’s unbiased, well-acquainted with the subject of war, has great observational skills, etc. i read somewhere that yor’s performance working in the city hall is average at best? enough to not make her boss mad? so i could see her doing something else that she’s more passionate about, maybe as a teacher for younger kids. she’s great with them. and i like that part where she disguised herself as a teacher to infiltrate eden. more yor in glasses, please.

[aidensteddybear]

Hello mutual.

I have come to request a fic with Regressor Noah and CG Alejandro where Noah is purposely trying to make Alejandro frustrated.

Please and thank you.

Regressor! Noah w/ Caregiver! Alejandro

“Papa? Papa? Papaaa?!” Noah whined as he tugged on Alejandro’s shirt to get his attention. Alejandro sighed and continued to pick up Noah’s toys, since the boy had dumped out his entire toy basket for no apparent reason.

“What do you need, Noah?” Alejandro questioned. “I want a snack..and juice!” Noah responded. “Alright, just wait a minute. I need to finish cleaning up your toys.” Noah whined again, now slightly stomping his feet against the ground.

“I want it now..” He grumbled. “Noah-” Alejandro was interrupted. “Now, Papa! Now!” Noah demanded, pulling on Alejandro’s shirt aggressively.

Noah rarely acted like this, but when he did, Alejandro always knew it was to get a rise out of him. He wasn’t really sure why Noah would want to make him angry, but it seems that’s what he wanted today.

“If I go make your snack now, will you clean up this mess?” Alejandro asked. His tone sounded a bit angry. Noah nodded, very much so lying, but Alejandro trusted him. Well, he at least wanted to, so he decided to try and trust him.

While Alejandro went to make his snack, Noah dumped the entire toy basket out again and put them all around the living room, making it much harder for Alejandro to clean since it wasn’t in one area.

Once Alejandro got back out into the living room, he took a long, deep breath, before angrily setting down Noah’s snack on the coffee table.

“Noah, take your snack and go sit in timeout.” Alejandro said. Noah, once again, whined and threw his arms down.

“I don’t wanna go to timeout!” He yelled. “Noah, take your snack and for sit in timeout. Now.” Alejandro repeated, his voice even more stern than last time.

Noah huffed and pouted as he went to get his snack, which he stared at for a few seconds, before his whining started right back up.

“I don’t want this!” Noah told Alejandro. “I’m not making you another snack until I get your mess cleaned up. So you can either eat that or wait a few minutes.”

Of course, Noah wasn’t a fan of this answer. So, he took the bowl of crackers he had in his hands, and threw it against the wall. Noah then just sat down in the middle of the floor with his arms crossed, but he was only there for a few seconds, since Alejandro went over to him and picked him up.

“I’ve had it, Noah! All day, you’ve been nothing but trouble!” Alejandro spoke loudly and angrily as he carried Noah to the bedroom.

“You can sit right here, in this corner until I come and get you. Understood?” Alejandro sat Noah down in the farthest corner of the room. The boy looked up at him, his eyes teary. Alejandro of course felt bad, but still. He wasn’t going to let Noah get away with being bad.

“Are you going to sit here and stay?” Noah sniffled, but nodded and turned his head towards the corner. “Alright. I’ll get you in a bit.” Alejandro spoke, before leaving the room.

He went back out into the living room and got everything cleaned up. That took about fifteen minutes, so Alejandro sat down on the couch to calm down for an extra five minutes. He did regret yelling at Noah. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. Alejandro just needed to be a lot less upset before he went to talk to Noah.

Once he had finally calmed down enough, Alejandro got up and went to the bedroom. When he arrived, he saw Noah still sitting in the corner while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Noah? Times up-” Alejandro could barely finish his sentence, before Noah had come running over to him and hugged him tightly.

“Papa, I’m sorry!” Noah cried, while Alejandro rubbed his back. “Baby, I forgive you. I just want to know why you’ve been behaving like that.” Alejandro spoke softly.

“I don’t..I dunno know..” Noah muttered, a small cry immediately leaving him right after. “I’m sorry..” He sniffled. Alejandro picked Noah up and held him closely.

“It’s okay, buddy. How about we just try to behave a little better, yeah?” Noah nodded. “Good. And I’m very sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t have done that.” Alejandro apologized. “It’s okay..” Noah mumbled.

Alejandro smiled a bit and gave Noah a kiss on the cheek.

“How about I go get you something to eat and drink? Would that make you feel better?” Alejandro offered. “Mhm…please..” Noah responded, rubbing the tears out of his eyes.

“Sounds good, baby. Let’s go.”

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader for the tags <3

When Lexi texts a few days later and tells him something came up and she can’t work late the next Wednesday, Carlos volunteers before she can even get to asking. She thanks him profusely and insists she owes him one. He tells her not to worry about it. She covered for him the days after, before he’d had a chance to put in the request for bereavement leave. He was bone-tired and achingly raw, muscles stiff from spending all night in a hard plastic chair, and it was one thing off his plate, one item crossed off the ever-expanding list of calls to relatives and funeral preparations that he threw himself into in hopes that it would keep his brain quiet. When Wednesday finally arrives, he pulls his favorite maroon button up from his closet and spends a few extra minutes brushing product through his curls before he drives in to work. He tells himself it’s for no particular reason, but as the clock inches closer to 7pm that evening, he finds himself staring at the library entrance, trying to busy himself in checking in returned books and chalking it up to chance that his focus is pulled every time he hears front doors sliding open. Sure enough, at around 7:18, a certain brown head of hair walks through the doors. He has airpods in and doesn’t notice Carlos at first, but when he looks up and catches Carlos’s eye, a smile starts to widen across his face.

i feel like most people have done this so i’ll just no pressure tag @sanjuwrites @paperstorm @alrightbuckaroo @reyesstrand @carlos-tk and leaving an open tag for anyone else that wants to share!

[imogenkol]

Pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen Word Count: 2,941 Rating: Mature (18+) Warnings: casual sex implied, jealousy, possessiveness Tags: Repressed feelings, angst Read it on Ao3!

Summary: A former Imperial Inquisitor struggles with the deepening feelings she has for a mechanic from Ferrix.

Imogen Kol sauntered into the salyard as if she owned it. The cold, misted breeze of Ferrix blew through the elegant wave of her light brunette hair. Scrappers paused to watch her pass by like they always did when she paid the planet a visit. Their fear rippled through the Force to prickle at her senses and she hid a smirk. Perhaps it was the look in her stormy gray eyes – the perpetual scowl that creased her brow. Or the way she carried herself. Nothing else about her stood out, she made sure of it. Her mechanical leg had been hidden by dark layers of clothing and knee high boots. No one had ever seen her touch the blaster at her hip, much less wield the blood-red saber hidden in her tattered cloak. Yet they all knew exactly how dangerous she was. Her pace turned casual just to bask in it a little longer.

Following the distinct sounds of crackling sparks, Imogen found the mechanic right where she expected her to be. Bix crouched beside a suspended engine, face hidden behind a welder’s mask as she tinkered with the massive piece of machinery. Imogen took the opportunity of distraction to silently wander around her workshop. She picked up random spare parts or inspected tools with varying disinterest, taking her time and sneaking glances at the other woman.

“Do you have my parts?” she finally asked.

“Do you have my credits?” Bix replied like she knew Imogen had been there the entire time. She didn’t even bother to look up.

Her smirk may not have been hidden this time, but luckily Bix was too busy to notice. Imogen enjoyed the snarky game they played with each other – the challenge the mechanic always presented her without the trepidation everyone else showed. “You know I do.”

Bix straightened and pulled her mask off. Her dark hair had been tied back in a couple of messy braids, though a few loose strands fell over her tanned features. An apathetic expression met Imogen, which only privately amused the bounty hunter even more. “Then follow me.”

Imogen did as she was told, trailing close behind as Bix led her out of the garage. “You kept me waiting.”

“Moving contraband takes time,” Bix said plainly, as it was a sentence she’s had to repeat several times in the past.

“This is a salvage yard,” Imogen grumbled. “How will they miss a few extra parts?”

Bix threw her an annoyed look. “You don’t want circuits and regulators, you want combat modules modified to be installed in a custom yacht. That kind of order can tip the wrong people off.”

“I also requested a new microvalve.”

“At my suggestion because yours is defective. It takes time to gather a bundle of Imperial-grade parts without getting caught or –”

“Alright, I get it,” Imogen snapped.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you pay for,” Bix assured her.

They arrived in a musty storage room where countless large containers overflowing with scrap were placed and stacked seemingly without any rhyme or reason, but Bix knew exactly which bin to approach. She flipped open the lid and nodded at its contents.

“Everything’s in there. Let me know if it’s to your liking.”

Imogen stepped forward to inspect the parts she intended to purchase. Bix hadn’t been lying, she’d get exactly what she paid for. Imperial tech was top of the line and the brand new shiny parts reflected the pompous arrogance of the Empire. If they wouldn’t settle for less than pristine equipment, then why should Imogen? Especially since they’d been pestering her more often. She would make that their problem now.

The sound of an intruder caused Imogen’s head to snap in the direction of the whooshing door. A man with close cropped light brown hair and stubble entered the room, his longing gaze immediately locked on Bix. “Oh, there you are.”

Bix didn’t look half as irritated at the interruption as Imogen. “What do you need, Timm?” she asked. “I’m doing business.”

Timm eyed Imogen, but shrugged off her glare. Fool. “A few of us are gathering at Cavo’s later to watch the pod races. I was wondering if you wanted to join. There’s bets going around.”

Bix nodded. “Sure.”

“Fantastic. See you then,” Timm said with a much too fond grin for Imogen’s liking before leaving the two women.

“He likes you,” Imogen stated flatly.

“I know.”

She studied the mechanic’s face at the sound of her lightened tone. Bix’s features softened every so slightly in the direction of the door. Disgust boiled in Imogen’s chest as her upper lip twitched. “Do you like him?”

Bix’s rich brown eyes met Imogen’s. She studied her sharp features, the scowl creasing her brow, and eventually flicked her gaze down to her lips. The mechanic’s mouth flashed the briefest smirk – so quick and subtle that Imogen would have missed it if she blinked. “I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have attachments.”

Every muscle in Imogen’s body suddenly coiled with rage. “Careful,” she whispered dangerously.

Bix took that as a challenge and invaded Imogen’s space. “There’s no such thing with you.”

“I haven’t been a Jedi for fifteen years.”

“You still have that lightsaber on your belt.” Bix reached a hand out towards her waist.

Imogen snatched her wrist hard. “It is not a Jedi weapon.”

Bix stared into the steel cold eyes of a ruthless hunter, yet she didn’t so much as flinch. “No, you used it to kill Jedi. But you’re not an Inquisitor anymore either. So, why keep it?”

If she still had any claim to that occupation, this line of questioning would have caused Imogen to cut the mechanic down without a second thought. However, just like the constantly shifting circumstances in the galaxy, Imogen changed as well. She utilized unpredictability to not only survive as long as she has, but to thrive. No matter how bold Bix became, Imogen realized she preferred her alive.

“Your credits are on my ship.” Imogen’s tone became calm and measured as she released Bix from her grasp. “I’ll pay you extra if you help me install the parts.”

“Don’t bother.” Bix glanced down at Imogen’s mouth again. “I’ll do it for free.”

“Free? ” she asked incredulously.

“What, you think I’d let you do it? After your botched job last time? The Huntress is as much mine as it is yours for all the work I’ve put into it. It kills me to see what you do to her while you're away.”

The implication that any of Imogen’s efforts were less than perfect stirred her anger once more. “If you dropped everything and ran to the other side of the galaxy, I’d be able to find you in less than a week.”

“Exactly,” Bix remarked and turned her back on the former Inquisitor. She shot a beckoning look over her shoulder, utterly unbothered by the simmering expression that pierced through her. Imogen followed again. “You’re good at hunting. I’m good at fixing ships. Let’s not get our roles mixed up.”

When she started in the Bounty Hunters’ Guild, Imogen rolled with a gunship just slightly above scrap. The guns jammed. The hull creaked. The tracking modules were inaccurate. She traded it in for scrap the first chance she got. One of her higher end bounties owned a space yacht – modest than most and perfectly unassuming. It took a few years, but with Bix’s help, she managed to customize it to hold bounties, cargo, and both defensive and offensive capabilities.

Colored a silver chrome with red accents and nothing but sleek angles and graceful wings, the ship had been dubbed The Crimson Huntress.

Whenever Bix did work on the ship, she refused to let Imogen do much other than pass her tools. Relinquishing control of her property provoked Imogen’s ire more than anything else, but the mechanic had a way of disarming her. Perhaps it had something to do with the view Imogen got to sit back and appreciate. Watching the deft confidence of Bix’s hands as they switched wires and attached screws admittedly fascinated Imogen. That and the loose strands of hair that Bix gave up on brushing back a while ago. They caressed her cheekbones and just barely brushed the corner of her mouth.

“You know I don’t like it when you watch me work,” Bix complained without looking up. “It’s distracting.”

“You should be grateful. I can be a lot more distracting than this,” Imogen quipped. She reached out from several feet away and flicked her fingers. An invisible force plucked a soldering tool out of Bix’s hand.

Her eyes rolled with her head as she snatched it out of the air. “Do you want me to get this done or not?”

“I’m in no rush,” Imogen answered nonchalantly. “But you do have a very important pod race to get to, don’t you?”

The condescending remark caused Bix to toss her tools down on the floor of the ship with a few metal clangs. A devious smile came across Imogen’s face as she watched the mechanic advance towards her. Their lips crashed into each other in a sudden and fervent cadence. Like always, it sent Imogen’s mind spinning and awakened a craving that utterly consumed her. A craving she felt the first moment she laid eyes on Bix. It tugged at her impulses and desires in a similar way to the Dark Side – only, surrendering herself to the temptation of this woman didn’t turn Imogen into anything other than herself.

Bix abruptly pulled back to hiss “This is the last time, you hear me?”

“I’ve heard you every time you’ve said it,” Imogen mused. Her hand came up to caress Bix’s cheek, her thumb charting a course from one lonely freckle to another. Then her fingers slowly dragged down to the woman’s neck where her hand wrapped around her throat. Imogen gave her a gentle squeeze. “But that one sounded like an order.”

“I’m serious this time,” Bix told her with uneven breath as she reached for Imogen’s belt.

Imogen hummed and pushed her against the wall she had been working on. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you go to Timm after we’re done.”

The weapons belt clattered on the floor next to the discarded tools. “He’s sweet.”

“How boring,” Imogen murmured and turned Bix’s head to expose her neck.

If Imogen had to give up her mechanic to a man, then she’d be sure to leave her mark. With a persistent, possessive hunger, she parted her lips and planted them on the spot where Bix’s pulse drummed the hardest. Imogen pressed herself into her and raked her teeth across the sensitive skin, relishing the quiet whimper that graced her ears. Bix had her own methods, plunging an assertive hand down the front of Imogen’s pants. The two of them writhed in tandem with each other, their shared noises of pleasure filling the cabin of the ship.

Some time later, they found themselves sharing space on the ship’s comfortable cot, totally spent. Imogen silently admired the marks she left on Bix’s tanned skin. The most noticeable formed just above the base of her graceful neck. Imogen never considered herself affectionate, but she couldn’t stop from reaching out to brush the back of her fingers down the slope of Bix’s neck and across her shoulder. It felt odd to indulge in such a candid touch, but Bix released a hum of satisfaction that filled Imogen’s chest with a slightly warm sensation.

But Bix’s gaze seemed determined not to meet Imogen’s. “You didn’t answer me.”

“About what?” Imogen asked.

“The lightsaber.”

Imogen’s eyes drifted to where it sat on the floor still attached to her utility belt. Its sleek handle caught the light, beckoning its wielder to put it to grim use. “It’s an effective weapon.”

“It’s a beacon,” Bix corrected. “For someone who likes to hide, you sure do make a name for yourself.”

“It’s a delicate balance.” Just like everything else, Imogen thought. Light. Dark. Shadows. Exposed. Wrathful. Merciful. Whatever suited her needs. Whatever she felt like, really.

Off in the distance, a bell rang to signal the end of the work day. Bix finally stirred out of the cot to retrieve her few stray articles of clothing. “I need to finish up here.”

“Or I could get a room at the hotel,” Imogen suggested as she propped her head up on her hand. A huge part of her believed Bix when she said this would be the last time. It dawned on Imogen as she watched the mechanic prepare to leave her that she actually hated the concept. And she wasn’t one to surrender anything easily. “I’ll go to Cavo’s with you. I may have credits I could burn on bets, not that I’d lose.”

Bix scoffed humorlessly and shook her head, still refusing to look at the other woman.

Imogen’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you wanted me to be yours, you should have asked a long time ago, Imogen.”

Here she thought only force users could sense intentions. Imogen scowled deeply and got to her feet, her movements measured. “What are you talking about?”

“Someone showed interest in me and you now can’t stand it,” Bix accused as she shrugged her vest on. “For the first time, you’re jealous. Instead of admitting to it, you want to act like you own me.”

“So what? You’ve never had a problem with that before.” Imogen grabbed her belt from the floor and strapped it back into place on her hips. Having the saber where it should be fortified her confidence. “I have never forced you into anything.”

“No. You haven’t. I’m admitting that.” Bix closed the distance between them, finally piercing the bounty hunter with an intense stare. Imogen went as still as the statues she used to pass by in the Jedi Temple as a child. “You know what I see? I see someone tripping over the roots of their past while trying to run from them.”

The ship rumbled with Imogen’s fast rising fury, but her voice was eerily calm. “You do not know me.”

Yet again, Bix stood unfazed when faced with one of the most dangerous individuals in the galaxy. “I know you better than anyone alive, I bet. You want more than this? Take it. And be honest about it.”

Imogen got the impression Bix wasn’t only referring to herself. Jedi. Inquisitor. Bounty Hunter. No matter how many titles she claimed, Imogen still felt a void within her. In fact, the emptiness seemed to grow more vast in her chest over the years. As a child, fear governed the void, and it was fear that allowed others to control her. Once fear got too tedious, Imogen replaced it with rage and learned that the more she stoked the fire of fury, the more she could control fear – not just her own. But the void remained. Always remained.

Did she want more? Yes.

She studied the mechanic from Ferrix. Bix’s eyes were as rich and warm as darkly brewed caf. Her smooth-skinned features decorated with a sporadic sprinkling of a few beauty marks. Full lips pursed in the stubborn glare Imogen had grown so familiar with. Something akin to pain pinched Imogen’s gut as she realized she couldn’t recall what her genuine smile looked like.

Yes. Imogen wanted her, too.

With the most gentle touch she was capable of giving anyone or anything – more gentle than even she thought she could be, Imogen reached up and rested her hand against Bix’s cheek. Miraculously, the glare gave way to parted lips, and a delicate breath graced Imogen’s skin. She finally allowed herself to feel the warmth seeping into her palm. That warmth traveled up her arm and into her chest. For a single heartbeat, it felt like the void shrunk the smallest amount.

“You don’t want this,” Imogen whispered softly.

“You’re wrong,” Bix replied, her hand carefully wrapping around Imogen’s wrist like she feared the other woman might disappear.

Imogen loved to take. Whether it was money, ships, bounties, or lives. Taking was second nature to her by now. The Jedi forced her to give everything she had up until the moment she plunged her blade into her own master. She never thought to give willingly. She didn’t know if she had it in her. Bix had a puzzling emotion in her expression that took a few moments for Imogen to decipher, but she soon saw the vulnerability on display for her. That is what giving is – surrender. Weakness. These were utterly foreign notions to Imogen.

Maybe she could try for the sake of her desire. Maybe that would finally reduce the emptiness.

She tilted Bix’s head down enough to place a chaste kiss to her forehead. Imogen held them there to soak in the sensations of such a strange form of affection. She found she liked everything from Bix’s scent to the heat against her lips.

The void hadn’t grown smaller, she noticed. It was filling up.

Imogen took a deep breath and pulled back to rest their foreheads together. “Finish up your work here… and then you will never have to see me again.”

“Imogen,” Bix gasped. The hurt in her voice cut through the former Jedi more than expected.

She needed this very moment to understand it. Imogen couldn’t bring herself to give any more than she could bring herself to take from the mechanic. But she had it in her to be willingly selfless for the very first time in her life. Just this once. Imogen broke all contact with Bix and stepped away. “You’ll thank me later.”

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

galladads opinions pt. 2 because i've thought of this too much even though i am relatively neutral for it

They ended up talking to Mandy so she knows that they want a second kid. Though, this is Ian we're talking about, and Mickey loves his husband, as formal or dorky as he can be. He asks for a way to meet Mandy and Debbie for a collective convo.

(they pay for her flight cause even though she's gonna stay in the area for a few days, the main purpose is talking about their process, and Ian feels guilty only flying her out because of that, so he's all happy to see her but he offered to pay)

Extra: Mickey and Mandy's face-to-face reunion is bittersweet, cause yeah, they've talked to each other on the phone and whtv, but this is vastly different. And again, there is this unspoken hurt and tension, but it melts away at the familiarity, and Mickey's heart swells. Ian gives them space, he respects their time.

ANYWHO. Debbie, Mandy and our Galladads catch up, and talk about what they came here for. Process process process, talk talk talk. This is happening, these boys are having two kids with the help of their sisters and lots, LOTS of therapy.

They both get inseminated within a month or so between them, and they both accompany them in future appointments and such.

I personally don't think they grow old on the west side, they probably buy a homey house on the south side and live comfortably, especially since they're welcoming kids, I think this was their first agreed decision along with therapy. And now, they have another space for Mandy, if she wants to stay so the process is more comfortable and what not.

In Debbie's appointment....they find out they're having a boy. It hits Mickey like a ton of bricks at first, for obvious reasons. He goes through the motions and nods along the rest of the appointment and what not. The baby is healthy. They're doing this. Mickey is quiet on the way home. One word sentences or responding with "hmmms" or light laughs. Debbie somewhat gets it, Ian totally does.

They get home and Ian searches for any shut downs, he gives Mickey space. They eventually talk. It's hard, it's gonna be a boy. He was a boy once, and he is an adult who once confessed his fears of being a shitty dad. The thought doesn't go away as easily, but he's learned to deconstruct it. Ian gives him all the support in the world, and it may not be enough to coax Mickey out entirely, but he welcomes it nonetheless. Mickey learns to process it and embraces that he'll be a dad...to a lil boy like he once was.

In Mandy's appointment, they learn it's a girl and what the fuck!?? Coincidence much!?? (In my head yes because I'm the one running my thoughts) Ian could die right here right now. 911 on the call, he's having a pair. The universe threw too much shit at them, it couldn't be. Oh, but it is. A boy and a girl. Mickey falls in love with Ian all over again, hasn't seen his husband with so much joy since the wedding and the anniversary for fucks sake. They're a family.

Appointments appointments appointments, it's time. Debbie breaks water first, they rush her to the hospital, everybody is static. Debbie gives birth to the lil gremlin. And after feeling this much adrenaline through his veins, it starts crashing down and Mickey feels like he will pass out. He needs to breathe, so he exits the room quietly. Everyone is cooing and excited. Ian notices he leaves, but decides to stay for a few seconds. Presses a kiss to Debbie's sweaty forehead, and they all joke about this whole shenanigan.

He walks out and sees Mickey right next to the door crouched down and his body language screams: skittish, nervousness, worry, concern, trepidation, all those grey feelings washing down on him. Ian kneels in front of him, doesn't touch him yet. Mickey is sweating and there's a tear running down his cheek, eyes fixated somewhere on the floor. Ian gets it, he always does.

Mickey shoots a glance and meets those green eyes of his. Ian takes this as a cue and surrounds him with an awkward hug due to their position. He comforts a sobbing Mickey, whispers words of reassurance, nothing too serious, he doesn't wanna overwhelm Mickey more. Just small words so he focuses on Ian's voice rather than what he's actually saying.

Mickey feels ready, Ian stands up, Mickey takes him by the hand, they walk in. They're elated and scared, but they'll pull through. They have another one coming soon.

Oh God it's Mandy's turn wtf. And everyone is happy again, the second ecstasy feeling. And there's a lil ginger girl coming out because goddamn Ian and his gingerness. Ian is ugly-happy crying and this is such an emotional moment just like with Debbie but for different reasons nonetheless. He kisses Mandy's forehead. Mandy and Mickey exchange the fondest look they've shared with each other ever. They come home, and now they have two kids to care for. What the fuck.

Yes to breast milk from a bottle or whtv because they can't produce titty milk, so sisters help with that. They may have sugar tits, but that's all looks and no productivity.

i am neutral towards galladads (more so...towards no), but every so often i tangle with my personal takes (or what i'd love to see) and i wanna share. strap in, it's long. pt. 1

Ian doesn't push the thought of kids. They had a conversation about it after s11x12, but it took some time, it wasn't immediate. Basically, I think Ian relished the idea of being an uncle for a while. After all, it's always Mickey before anything.

They took care of Franny, Freddie (+upcoming kiddo), and Liam when they were asked to as favors. It subconsciously became this mental practice for them. Some unspoken tension kept rising, cause they felt the other was thinking the same thing but went unmentioned. Partially cause Ian decided not to press, and doing so meant breaking that threshold.

I think Mickey brought it up one day probably, Ian felt somewhat defensive at first, but since he always reminds Mickey about the importance of "communication," it'd bite him in the ass, so he gave in and spoke his truth. They had another conversation about it that ended in an agreement to see a 'shrink.' They started going, it was a deconstruction of years of trauma, fears, repressed emotions, y'know the drill.

Considering that they were between 25-27 when the show ended, I think they engaged in "intense" therapy for like 5-7 years maybe. Trying to talk through the bulks of it, for the purpose of parenting in the near future.

Through that time, they first contacted Debbie, had thoroughly researched artificial insemination (pls mickey thinking he would have to bang Debbie makes me cry 💀), had a lengthy talk with her. I haven't reached shameless far enough to know Debbie's character, but I think she probably gives them informed advice, a lot of "you guys sure you wanna do this??" And I don't think it stems from a place of objection, more so worry. I like to think she eventually caves in and accepts to help them when they're ready. She loves Ian, Ian loves Franny and Debbie (fuck JW for making it seem like he doesn't in s11) and Mickey and Debbie are besties.

(this is a huge reach but I ponder nonetheless) After thinking of Debbie, I think maybe Ian thinks of Mandy. I fully believe (like many other people) that Ian kept in touch with Mandy from time to time ever since she left, and at some point encouraged her and Mickey to reconnect. It's a slow process, but he knows both of them needed it and yearned for it deep down.

He breaks the news to her that they're gonna be parents at some point, sort of fills her in on the process and the years of therapy, gets Mickey to tell her anecdotes too or whatever. The thing is, at some point in the conversation, he yaps about how he has always wanted two, a boy and a girl (because Ian is a dork like that). That Debbie is only gonna do this once for now because...well that was the agreement, ofc, and he just doesn't wanna overwhelm Mick with two kids of their own even though that's what they practically baby sit.

Jokingly (at first), Mandy offers herself as a surrogate in case they aim for another kid. Ian sheepishly declines, that he couldn't ask her after everything she's been through, but Mandy reassures him that shit is different now. Times have changed, and that even though it's a big deal, she'd comply. Ian says he'll think about it, talk with Mick in case shit does happen as to not spook him. It was a pleasant talk.

He talks to Mickey and at first he doesn't know how to handle the thought of two kids, one of them from Mandy, and he almost feels like all this time in therapy could crumble down at the thought of Mandy being a surrogate. They have a long ass talk.

At the end Mickey affirms that he is open to the responsibility of two kids. The whole thing goes like Ian telling him he doesn't have to do this, that he's fine with just one and that he doesn't have to comply just because Ian would love two kids, and Mickey being like "all these years and you still don't get it through your thick skull that you ain't making me do anything I don't want to" (affectionately ofc). He reassures Ian that if he's making these decisions with him it's because he wants to, and he admits he owes a lot of it to that "shrink" they go to he's come to appreciate. It was a lovely conversation tbh and many fears and goals were shared between them.

[lunar-wandering]

a lil fic for a joke in @lego-sand ‘s Overshadowed AU

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Wukong blearily dodged a pitfall, somersaulting over it, swaying a little as he tried to shake himself awake the rest of the way when he landed on the other side. It didn’t work, early morning tiredness still clinging to him like a thick mist, and he groaned. 

He had no idea why the kids couldn’t just deliver this t-shirt themselves. Was there really such an intense need to wake him up for this???

And not to mention…. Demon Bull King knew that he had guests in the house. Couldn’t he turn the traps off for the time being?

Honestly, he’d probably left the traps turned on just to be a hindrance to Wukong specifically. 

He ducked underneath of a spear as he turned the corner down the hallway to where Macaque was staying. Narrowing his eyes, he briefly turned on his golden vision to check for extra traps, and upon seeing none, allowed himself to slouch with sleepiness. Really, it was far too early in the morning for this bullshit. 

He adjusted his grip on the t-shirt, unfolding it to check and make sure it hadn’t been burned or ripped by any of the traps he’d had to dodge through, tired and distracted enough by his task to not hear Macaque’s door opening. It looked fine- 

Wait- why the fuck did it say- 

Wukong’s thoughts were smacked out of his head as he collided with Macaque, immediately stumbling back upon impact, his brain taking several seconds to catch up. 

…And then taking a few more seconds to process the fact that Macaque was currently shirtless. 

“Wukong? Wha-” Macaque didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Wukong threw the t-shirt in his hands directly at Macaque’s face. 

“Kids want you to wear that!” He said, making eye contact and pointedly not looking anywhere else, clearing his throat when his voice came out slightly squeaky, wide awake now. “For…some reason.” 

Macaque looked at him with confusion, and Wukong turned away, ear twitching when he heard the rustle of fabric indicating that the shirt was being put on. 

“...I don’t get it.” Macaque muttered, and Wukong looked back-

 And nearly choked on his own spit. 

Despite the t-shirt being a joke, (the “Was cursed and all I got out of it were these tits” written on it making the joke very obvious), it fit Macaque shockingly well, tight in all the right ways. 

Wukong made eye contact for barely a second before he was looking away again. 

“Ha! Just as I thought-you really do look stupid in it!” He fake-laughed, leaning away, glancing at…something. If Macaque asked he could probably say he was hoping to find a switch to activate a trap to smack the shadow demon in the face or…something. 

Wukong wasn’t really thinking of good excuses as much as he was thinking; what the fuck. Macaque should seriously not look so good in that- 

He hadn’t noticed Macaque was moving again until his arm had been grabbed and he was spun around, his back slamming against a wall, barely getting the chance to reorient himself as Macaque’s hand slammed beside Wukong’s head. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” Macaque…for some reason sounded genuinely confused, maybe a little tired, and Wukong blinked, still refusing to make eye contact, instead glancing down- oh heavens he was staring right at Macaque’s chest that didn’t help at all- “My eyes are up here, Wukong.” 

Wukong’s face flushed darker as one of Macaque’s tails bumped his chin, tilting his head up so that they were making eye contact again. There were dark circles under Macaque’s eyes, and it suddenly hit Wukong that the other’s glamours were down. He…hadn’t noticed before. To be fair he’d been a little distracted by-

“Mm. Your eyes are pink.” Macaque commented, and that was enough to have Wukong grabbing hold of Macaque’s arm in a panic, easily swapping their positions so that he was now pinning Macaque to the wall. 

“I. Have no idea what you’re talking about.” Wukong ignored the way his tail was moving, hoping Macaque would take it for irritation or anger. “It’s probably just the light reflecting off your….shirt….” 

He trailed off, as he noticed the way Macaque’s expression had changed from tired confusion to one of flustered shock, his ears perked with a faint glow to them, his tails standing on end, fur bristling, and a blush slowly spreading across his face. 

Wukong very nearly kissed him then and there. 

Instead, he stepped back, pulling his hand away and using it to hide his eyes from view. 

“Um, anyways- yeah. Kids want you to wear that so- you should at least let them see you in it once, or they’ll keep pestering you about it, and I don’t wanna deal with your whining so- yeah. Mhm. Yep. That’s all. Um. K’bye!” With that graciously said, Wukong turned and practically sped walked back the way he came, moving fast enough that the traps didn’t even touch him. 

If it weren’t for his own moral code, he would kill Mei for putting him through this. 

[thepenultimateword]

Could you please continue civilian mentor and fiamora villain? It’s really good and I need to know what happens next!

Part One

Civilian's cheek squished against the desktop, one arm stretched in front of them, the other serving to prop open the newest gorgeous, leather-bound tome they'd convinced the school to purchase as "important research material." The fully illustrated edition at that. Technically it was true. Civilian would benefit wildly from this book when it came to plotting against Villain, and if any of those illiterate brats--er, precious children--deigned to come in, they might write a magnificent paper on fiamora behavior.

What was wrong with them these days? Everything made them irritable or sad, their brain raced endlessly but got nowhere, and they caught themself staring off into space way too often. It was really becoming tiresome. Even books couldn't stabilize them. At this very moment, with this big, beautiful, page-turner in front of them, nothing was sinking in. They read the same paragraph over and over but it never registered. Most brain power seemed dedicated to intermittently blowing their pen to the top of their desk between sentences.

Screeech!

Civilian didn't need to look up to recognize the casual lope of Hero's steps.

"What's up?" the teenager said, slinging off their backpack and rolling a few feet past the desk as they threw themself in the extra wheely chair.

"Just reading. New book came in. Thought it might help for planning."

"No, I mean what's up with the face? Did Villain dump you?"

Civilian didn't lift their head, but they carefully slid their book to the side and gave the lip of the desk a tight squeeze. Their next vicious exhale sent the pen just nigh of toppling over the edge. For some reason, that comment had sparked a more aggressive reaction than was typical for them. It shouldn't have, so they tried to keep their voice level as they responded.

"You know very well that there's nothing between us."

Hero rolled in closer. "Ooooh, so that's the problem."

"Noo," the pen hit their lips and they spluttered on it.

"Want me to bring it up in our next fight?"

Civilian sat up sharply.

"No!"

"I won't say you're the one asking," Hero said, rolling their eyes like Civilian was an amateur to this game. "I'll just bring you up casually and feel out the situation."

"And how are you going to bring up your mentor in the middle of battle? They'll know it's a setup-- Wait, no, that's not the point. I don't want you doing anything because I don't care about Villain. Understand?"

Hero raised their eyebrows at them with an expression that read something along the lines of, "Are you stupid or do you think I am?" That kid was getting way too sassy. But that probably was Civilian's own doing.

Maybe they were an amateur. Not enough to be condescended to by a teenager, but enough to be very, very confused. When was the last time they dated? When was the last time they'd even had feelings that superseded their affection for books? Not in a long, long time. But that couldn't be what this was. What they felt a month ago had been akin to terror, maybe not so much toward the end, but still. It was a red flag, and it was wrong, and they were done thinking about it.

"I don't care about Villain," they repeated more firmly.

Hero cocked an eyebrow. "Hmmm, so what you want is a rebound crush. Want me to set you up with my neighbor? They collect a lot of weird garden statues, but other than that they're nice."

Civilian dug their palms into their eyes with a loud groan. "Let's focus on the upcoming plan, alright? Remember what I told you about fiamora instincts..."

***

Civilian's breath blew out in a large cloud as they stepped out into the icy, slushy school parking lot. Most of the students' cars had dissipated, leaving Civilian's little, dirt-stained civic alone at the corner of the tennis courts.

They watched their feet as they picked their way across the slick lot. It was hard telling wet road from ice, so each step was slow and ginger. Meanwhile, they fished around in their coat pockets for their keys, mittens slipping off the ring twice before they finally found purchase on their compass keychain.

They looked up from their shoes and came face to face with a pair of intense bottle-green eyes and a long saber-tooth fang.

"Hiya, cutie," Villain said.

The keys clanked sharply on the asphalt.

"The kid around?"

Civlian blinked at them dumbly. "They went home twenty minutes ago."

"Good. Then where were we?" Villain's hands slammed on the car door to either side of Civilian's arms.

Civilian fell back, glasses slipping askew on the bridge of their nose and body reflexively flattening against the window. A chilly, eastern breeze mussed Villain's wild hair and carried the scent of sweat and river stones to their nose. A splitting grin showed off the start of a new fang point poking out their gums, and glinting eyes progressively took up more and more of their vision. Oh, they were getting closer.

They were a tidal wave coming crashing down, ready to drag them under, to sweep them away into a deep, black current, maybe even to drown them.

Civilian grabbed Villain's wrist, twisting it to the side to duck under their arm. They retreated several steps around the nose of the car. Their dress shoes weren't built for snow, and wet seeped through the eyelets, but they had a better chance running on this than ice.

"Hero was right before," they said sharply. They weren't sure where they got the courage when their heart was beating so fast, but the need for sense pressed them onward. "What is this? What are you doing?"

"Courting you. Was that not clear?"

It hit Civilian like electricity, more intimate an answer than they had been expecting. Several questions and arguments rushed their brain at the same time, but they settled on the most important one. "You're a villain!"

"And?"

"I-I'm a good guy." It sounded infantile. They desperately searched for better words. "I'm a mentor for Hero. I'm here for Hero. Furthermore, I don't agree with the things you do, and I never consented to, to...to being snuck up on and backed into corners!"

"You said you liked fiamora."

"Yes, I like to study them. Read about them. Write papers on them. That wasn't an invitation to put the moves on me."

The phrasing of that last sentence tasted awkward in their own mouth. It was more something Hero would say. But it was too late to take it back, so they stood tall and let it rest.

Villain's tail curled up and thrashed out like a whip. Amongst their wild hair, the tips of their ears twitched restlessly. "So last month...there really wasn't anything..."

"I don't know," Civilian snapped, turning to the side. "I was in distress."

"Ah." The tuft of Villain's tail splashed in the slush. For a split second their mouth pulled into a straight line, but then suddenly they were smiling again, even wider than before. "What a misunderstanding, I must have scared you out of your wits out here. I'll give you a nice interview sometime to make up for it."

With one last swish of their tail, they turned around and started away.

Civilian's body lurched after them before they knew what they were doing.

"Y-you're leaving?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Villain said over their shoulder. "That's what you want."

That was what Civilian wanted. Right? All good sense told them it was the better decision. But the sick feeling that curdled their stomach when Villain turned away prevented them from confirming it.

"You're giving up pretty easily; aren't you even going to argue?"

"Should I?"

"Well, I said my piece, usually now you'd say yours." Civilian wrung their fingers and toed at the snow, unable to look Villain in the eyes. "And if you have good points then maybe...I might be convinced. You never know..."

They were being so confusing. They knew that. Villain must be so annoyed with their mixed signals. But either direction felt wrong, and they just didn't know--

The point of Villain's claw hooked beneath Civilian's chin and gently raised their face toward them. Civilian wasn't sure when they'd crossed the space between them, but thank goodness there was gentleness in their eyes instead of contempt. They hadn't even known Villain could make that face.

"Why don't I buy you dinner? We can just talk."

“Won’t people recognize you?” Civilian asked quietly.

"I'll wear a hat."

They nearly laughed at the unhelpful solution, but instead they smiled and nodded. “Ok, let’s do that.”

Part Three

[iliumheightnights]

Um...Hey | Clint Barton x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Hawkeye Pairing: Clint Barton x Male Reader Summary: After a run in with the Tracksuits, Clint gets injured. Even though he doesn’t like it, he has to get help from someone he doesn’t really want to. A/N: Who's excited for the Finale of Hawkeye!? I know I am! I NEED to know what's going on and who's going to show up. I have an idea, but I don't wanna get my hopes up.

…

“OH MY GOD!”

Kate watched as one of the cars chasing them was launched into the sky with a fiery explosion. “THAT WAS AN EXPLOSION ARROW!” She screamed at Clint. “Here!” The man said handing her another arrow. “Careful with that one! Make your shot!”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Kate said loading the arrow before letting it lose. The arrow flew threw the sky until it hit the other car. Instantly the car dwindled down until it was the size of a hot wheels car. “WOAH!” Clint laughed and shook his head. “Thanks Scott!”

“That was a Pym arrow!?”

“Duh! Didn’t you read the arrow head?” Clint asked keeping his eyes on the road.

“Um NO! I was focusing on getting the cars off of u-” Kate didn’t get to finish her sentence as another car came smashing into them. The force sent their car flying, the contents inside following the same. You know what they say, contents in motion and all that. “Ugh…I’m okay! I’m okay!” Kate said.

“Good.” Clint said before flinching at a feeling in his side. “I’ve been better.” He moved his hand to where he felt the pain and realized he was bleeding. “Shit…” He was brought out of it when he heard Kate screaming his name. He looked back up in time to watch more cars heading their way. When he tried to start the car again, it wasn’t starting. “SHIT! Out of the car! Subway!”

Kate was quick to kick open the door and hop out. Clint wasn’t far behind her. What? Yeah he was injured, but he wasn’t out of it yet. He still had enough energy and awareness to get him out of harms way. He wasn’t dying before Christmas, that’s for sure.

Clint and Kate ran through the station and boarded the train JUST in time. Seriously, as soon as Clint got on the doors had closed. “Oh my god, we actually did it!” Kate said catching her breath. As she had a tiny freak out, Clint fell onto one of the seats. “Uughh.”

“Oh god Clint! Sorry…oh man you’re bleeding. What can I do?” Kate tried her best, she really did. Clint laughed and shook his head. “Nothing you can. Just need to put some bandages on it for now, but we need to get to an actual doctor. This can’t be solved with bandaids. Luckily…” Clint looked at the next stop. “I know someone.”

…

*Knock. Knock.*

“Coming!” M/n sat his cup down and walked over to the door. Before he even unlocked the first hatch he took a peek through the peephole. “Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me…” He backed away from the hole before unlocking the door and opening it up. “Really?”

Clint was leaning against the door frame holding his side. “Hey…” Kate gave a little wave next to him. “Hi.”

M/n helped carry Clint to the couch where he laid the man down. “You disappear for a few days and the next thing I know you’re seriously injured. I should have known better honestly.” M/n said as he stood up and reached for his first aid kit and medical bag.

“You know me, I just love to surprise you.” Clint said with a grin.

“You surprise me enough, Clint.” M/n said getting to work on patching the archer up. While he was doing that, Kate looked around the apartment. “Speaking of surprises…who’s the girl?” He worked his magic on cleaning the cut. That of course made Clint grit his teeth, he always hated this part especially.

“Name’s Kate. She’s the reason for my disappearance.”

“Oh man. Here I was thinking it was because you were out getting me a really good gift.” That made both men laugh. M/n continued to patch Clint up. He made sure to take extra care when it came to the really sensitive bits. “So tell me…why is she the reason?”

He could feel Clint stiffen. “Ronin.”

“Ah.” He quickly did some stitches making Clint wince. He knew he had to be quick since Clint HATED that part the most. “So someone finally found the suit? I thought you got rid of it?” Clint nodded. “I did…not good enough apparently. Anyway, she put it on and now the Tracksuits are after her.”

“Oh god, not them. They’re such idiots.”

“Yeah, but dangerous idiots. They’re the ones who did this and they’re with…someone.” He looked away before looking into M/n’s eyes. “I’m sorry I went away only to come back like this. I wasn’t trying to. I just…I don’t want to put you into any danger.”

M/n smiled and took Clint’s head in his hands. “Clint…with our line of work we’ll always be in danger somehow. The important thing is that we have each other’s backs and look out for each other.” Clint’s face finally gained a smile as he held M/n’s hand and rubbed it.

“So…I’m guessing you two know each other?” Both men turned to see Kate smirking at them.

“Kate…this is M/n, my husband.” Clint said, M/n waving at her.

“Oh! I-I didn’t know you…had a husband.” Kate said nodding her head. “Is that a problem? I thought you kids were more…’pc’ these days.” Both Kate and M/n groaned at Clint. “Okay Grandpa, settle down. It’s not like you’re out to the world.” M/n said before motioning for Clint to scootch over. “You. Sit. Your turn.” He pointed at Kate.

“Oh! Oh, I’m okay.”

“That cut on your head says otherwise.”

“We took care of-”

“You have two tiny bandaids barely sticking to a big cut…on your HEAD. Sit down and let me take care of it.” M/n said with a tone of authority. Clint laughed. “Better listen to him. He’s the doctor here and he means business. He will ACTUALLY take your bow away until you listen.” Kate walked forward and sat on the couch. “Okay.”

M/n got to work helping Kate then. During that time he talked with her, getting to know who this new mystery person was. Both Clint and Kate told him about everything going on. “I have to say…props for you kid. You didn’t even hesitate to put on that suit and help people. I know Clint’s probably already given you the ‘guilty’ talk about it, but good work. Only someone with a good heart would risk what you did.” He smiled as he finished patching up Kate.

“Thank you. You know…it feels really good to hear someone say that.”

“Well SOMEONE has to. But don’t get used to it, and don’t let it get to your head.” M/n said with a chuckle before taking his medical bags and standing up to put them away. “Now, you BOTH need to rest. YOU especially.” He pointed at Clint. “Though I know both of you really don’t want to. So as an order and favor from me, at least stay here for the night. Relax, let things cool down, then you can both continue with your mission tomorrow. Deal?”

Clint sighed but Kate nodded. “Deal. Easy. Um…you have any food? I’m starving.” M/n nodded and pointed towards the kitchen. “Thanks!” She quickly got up and went to get some food. M/n sat on the couch next to Clint and let his hands rub his husband’s back. “So…you going to take her as your student?”

Clint sighed at that and rubbed his nose. “I don’t know. I wasn’t going to, wasn’t even in the books…” M/n continued his conversation for him. “But…?” The archer nodded. “She’s a talented kid. Can fire an arrow from really far and hit a bullseye. I can see the potential.” M/n cuddled up next to Clint even more. “Then you should do it. She’s obviously going to continue this hero gig after you finish this. You might as well teach her everything you know so she’ll have a better chance. At some point…we DO have to leave it to the kids.”

“God, you’re making me feel old.”

“You’re still sexy to me.” M/n giggled kissing Clint.

Both men were unaware Kate had been listening in on the conversation from the kitchen and was smiling like an idiot.

[noteguk]

be quiet | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. It can be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which jungkook is the best at picking the worst possible place for a quickie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, public sex (library), doing the nasty in the theology section, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mid-sex arguments, jk is a mean lil shit (nothing new), kind of dom!jk, creampie, oral (female receiving), cum eating, cum play

— words; 3.1k

— author’s note; this was requested by anon and I thought it would be a nice thing to drop before the angsty parts begin 😌 also, for time context, this happens a bit after “bad behavior”

~

You were pretty sure that Jungkook had chosen that section on purpose. Because he hated you, that’s why. 

Never once in your life had you wondered so far into the university’s library, past the known biology and chemistry shelves, and into the dusty alleyways of the humanities courses. And that was the shameful reason why you didn’t even know that there was a religious section in the first place. 

The realization was obvious if you actually stopped to think about it: there were so many classes related to theology in your university that it would be ridiculous not to have books on that. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel like the old, hardcover bible was staring at you in endless disappointment as Jungkook turned you around and threw the hem of your dress over your hips. 

“Shhhh, baby, keep it quiet,” he shushed you after a small whimper had escaped your lips, his palms spreading over your ass cheeks. “Someone’s gonna hear you.” 

Because Jungkook hated you (as previously established), he instantly contradicted himself with a loud slap against your ass. 

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you hissed, fumbling closer to him as he tugged your underwear to the side. The cold air hit your wet folds instantly, spreading goosebumps through your skin. Jungkook was an expert at noticing the most timid, basic ways that your body reacted to his touches, so the clear asymmetry between your rough speech and the shivers running through your body was enough to make him snicker. “Keep it down. This isn’t funny.” 

Jungkook chuckled behind you, the sharp noise of his zipper opening sounding like a gunshot inside that quiet building. “No. It’s hilarious, actually.” 

You sighed, praying to all the books around you that no one would stumble across that erotic spectacle. You had no idea if there was another living soul wandering around the library so late — in fact, the place was like thirty minutes away from closing and you were positive that the librarian was already dozing off on the front counter when you arrived, so she was probably balls deep in REM sleep by that point. There was no one cramming for midterms, no night owls to interrupt the two of you and, just to top it all off, it was a fucking Friday. The library was so empty that you didn’t even know why you went to that place. 

Okay, that was a lie. You went there because Jungkook had booty called you — yeah, yeah, boo-hoo, shame and disgrace — but, in your defense, you honestly thought he was just in desperate need for some extra help with his project (which was what he had initially told you). Turns out, “extra help” in Jungkook Dictionary didn’t mean the academic one. It meant that he was pathetically hard and he wanted somewhere to stick his dick in (instead of doing it like a normal person and using his hand). 

Regardless, your position was equally embarrassing. You could’ve just walked away when you realized his true intentions, and not followed him into the theology section of the library, for fuck’s sake. You really needed to start exercising some self love and put some limits in that chaotic situationship before you got yourself in serious trouble. 

Still, all those mental promises turned into silence when you felt his fingers playing with your folds, teasing their way between them. “So fucking wet,” Jungkook’s horniness dripped from his voice like honey, so soft and deep that got your knees buckling, back arching so he could reach your heat better. “Such a needy girl. Always begging for cock.” 

“I didn’t beg for anything,” you weren’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit; looking over your shoulder just so you could stare him down. Somewhere along your messy make-out session and the Bible-induced guilt, Jungkook had already moved his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, his cock standing erect and proud. His timing was fantastic when he was actually interested in something. “You’re the one that can’t keep it in your pants.” 

He scoffed. “Don’t ruin the mood.” Jungkook punctuated his sentence with the plunging of two of his fingers inside your pussy, making a surprised whimper fall from your mouth — which you suppressed a second too late. “And of course I can’t, not when you’re dressed like this.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the pleasure that started to build up at the pumping of his fingers in and out of you. “My knee-level dress is neither sexy nor an open invitation, you troglodyte.” You had chosen to wear that dress because it was a deliciously warm afternoon, not because you wanted to get railed while staring at religious texts. Jungkook, however, seemed to stare at your choice of clothing like he was looking at an “all you can eat” bouffet. You groaned. “But if you’re gonna do it, can you rush? I don’t wanna get caught.” 

It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as his digits left your heat. You knew he’d tease you endlessly if you didn’t say that, and you two were on a tight schedule. “You never do,” he mumbled. 

“Duh,” you said, watching as his hand curled around his cock, pumping it a few times. You placed your own hands on the shelves and refused to look at the books any longer. “I have a future, you know. Don’t wanna get expelled halfway through the—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted you, holding onto your hips. Jungkook aligned himself with your entrance, coating his crown with your wetness and grunting at the sensation. “Fuck. Don’t wanna talk about your stupid high marks right now.” 

Jungkook made his point clear with a swift roll of his hips, his thick length gradually entering your pussy. You bit down on your lip, closing your eyes as you marveled at the aphrodisiac sensation of his cock opening you up. “Shit,” you moaned — a whispered, breathy moan that wiped all your fierceness away. “You’re so — fuck — so annoying.” 

“I said shut up,” Jungkook hissed, his cock hitting deep inside you with a strong hit of his hips against yours. You could feel him everywhere, mercilessly pushing his way inside your tight walls and stretching them wide for him. 

Your eyes instantly fell shut, eyebrows raising as he started to set a rhythm, moving in and out of your soaked heat. The sounds of your bodies meeting was dirty and, worst of all, it was super perceptible to any one passing by — however, in typical Jungkook magic, you quickly forgot about most of your worries. “Oh my… Jungkook,” you gasped, feeling his grasp on your skin grow tighter at the uttering of his name. “Someone’s… someone’s gonna hear us.” 

But you had successfully managed to piss Jungkook off, which was a terrible sign in that specific (public) situation. “Shit, you’re always like this,” he groaned, raising the force of his thrusts. A desperate moan died on your throat at the feeling of his cock drilling in and out of you, your breath shallow. That couldn’t be good. “Can’t stop fucking talking.” 

Thinking was starting to get difficult, and speaking was even worse. “That’s not what I—”

Another whimper broke your sentence, your trail of thought long forgotten, and he used that opening to his advantage. One of Jungkook’s hands slithered from your hip to the front of your body, moving between your breasts before, at last, settling on your neck. There was no strength on his actions when he pulled you backwards, making your back press against his chest. “Why can’t you understand when I tell you to be fucking quiet, uh?” His voice was a rough growl close to your ear, filled with so much hunger that you almost lost your balance. Before you did, however, the tap of two of his fingers on your lips made your focus shift. “Do both of us a fucking favor and put your mouth to good use.” 

For the first time that night, you were obedient. Without hesitation, you parted your lips so his fingers could move inside your mouth, a deep exhale leaving his chest once you started sucking on them; muffling your whimpers. 

“That’s it, fuck,” he praised, his momentaneous anger slipping away from his grasp. You could feel Jungkook throbbing inside you every time you swirled your tongue around his digits, his length splitting you open like no one else could. “You’re so fucking tight. The only reason why I don’t stuff your mouth full of my cock right now is because this pussy is too good.” 

You clenched around him, tried to say something that sounded like gibberish with his fingers still in your mouth. Amazingly so, Jungkook understood what it was. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked, breathless. You could only nod, your body bouncing up and down with the force of his precise thrusts. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “You know, I should just leave you like this, see if you learn to shut up for once.” 

“Pfflease, no,” you struggled to get out. 

“No? Now you listen to what I have to say?” Jungkook kept teasing you, watching as your initial petulant attitude was washed away. Doing that to you seemed to be a habit that he couldn’t let go, no matter how hard he tried. There was something about the way you fumbled and whimpered under his grasp that inflated his ego more than anything. “You only listen when I have you like this. Don’t you think that’s funny?” 

Jungkook pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using that hand to press your body closer to his; tattooed arm wrapped in an iron grip around your waist. “Sorry,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing at that point; you were just trying to grasp at anything that could bring you some sort of salvation. Maybe if you tried to appease his pestering spirit, he wouldn’t be so cruel when it came to your release. “Jungkook, please.” 

“Please what?” He asked, his breath ragged against your ear; sounding like he was almost getting lost in your pussy. 

“Please let me cum, please,” you begged. You didn’t know how he managed to do it: to make your entire personality crumble down into a desperate, needy mess with little to no effort. He knew just the right buttons to push; just the right way to fuck you. It was a dangerous game that you were playing and the score clearly wasn’t in your favor. 

“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, a particularly loud moan ripping itself from his throat at another hash buckle of his hips. He was fucking your so well that you couldn’t even remember where you were for a second, all inihibitions pushed aside as your mind turned into a hazed, disconnected mess. “First, be a good girl and let me fill you up.” 

You nodded desperately, not trusting yourself to say anything else. The heat in your stomach was building up at a worrisome speed, threatening to spill over at any given second, and yet you didn’t think it would happen quick enough. 

Just as you expected, Jungkook was cumming a few thrusts later, spilling himself inside your pussy as he groaned against your shoulder. “Fuck, baby,” he was fighting for air, trying to keep his moans as quiet as he could manage them. And yet, when his mouth right next to your ear, you could hear with divine clarity the beautiful, airy sighs he gifted you as he continued to fuck you through his high. “Take it, come on. Fuck.” 

You were almost pleading for your own body to hush and allow you to cum before Jungkook pulled away but, once again, you weren’t that lucky. You were left with shaky legs as he removed himself from your heat; feeling awfully empty as he swirled you around before crashing his mouth against yours in a messy kiss. 

Yes, Jungkook fucked you like no one else could, but kissing him managed to be even more heavenly sometimes. Time and time again, he would surprise you with kisses that left you seeking for air; the slow drag of his tongue against yours matching perfectly with the way his hand cupped your cheek, thumb delicately caressing the skin. It was the eye of a hurricane, the tranquil skies before the storm hit, and you could get lost in it with such ease that it scared you sometimes. 

But then he pulled away, and the magic left you just as quickly as it had arrived. “J-Jungkook, I didn’t—“ 

“Shh, baby, I know.” Another tender kiss against your lips, and his mouth moved to your jaw, nibbling on the skin. “Gonna clean you up, princess. Don’t worry.” 

Brain too overwhelmed to react, you were left speechless as Jungkook trailed a path of sloppy kisses down your neck, sending shivers down your spine before, at last, getting down on his knees before you. A question got trapped in your throat, rapidly forgotten, when he raised one of your thighs and placed it over his shoulder. “Hold this up for me.” He signed at the hem of your dress, and you did as he requested, pulling the fabric to the level of your breasts. “That’s my girl.” 

A shivering sigh danced on your tongue as you waited for him to move, his eyes eagerly taking in the way his release dripped between your folds, mingling with your own wetness. Jungkook loved to watch his work. “So pretty,” Jungkook mumbled, as he always did; sounding like he was trapped in a daydream. Like you weren’t actually supposed to hear that. “Always so pretty for me.” 

You got lost in his praise for exactly two seconds before he was leaning in and pressing his mouth against your heat. Your hips buckled forward, barely held in place by his strong arms around your thighs. “Jungkook,” you called his name, making his dark eyes snap towards yours. His tongue prodded against your opening once, twice, teasing your pussy a few times before he licked his path up your slit, lips wrapping around your clit. “God, so good.” 

Jungkook hummed against your heat, lapping between your folds like he was a starved animal, not caring about the fact that his own cum was mixed with your arousal. You were starting to consider that maybe he had a bit of an oral fixation, because you never saw him so focused as when he had his face buried between your thighs; his tongue playing with your sensitive spots so eagerly that you couldn’t help but whine out his name. 

“Oh— Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling  as that familiar pressure started to build on the base of your spine. Your hands were sweaty, clenching onto the fabric of your flowery dress as Jungkook continued to moan and lick his way around your pussy. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Jungkook was looking up at you through the thick curtain of his messy hair, his devilish eyes sparking up in a silent dare for you to make a mess on his tongue. At the same time that he told you to keep quiet, you knew that he got off when you were loud — especially in a place like that, where the two of you could get caught. He was a fucking demon when he wanted to be, and he seriously didn’t have any trouble dragging you to hell along with him. 

The worst part was that you liked it. You liked it since the very first time he had you, liked the way he took your precious control away from you. You liked when he had you like that: a shivering, desperate mess hanging by a thread; dwelling in the fantastic sensation of his wet muscle prodding your entrance, fucking it open as he stared up at you like he could eat you whole. 

It was always the sight of Jungkook like that — between your thighs, eating you out like you were his favorite sweet — that pushed you over the edge. You pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, muffling your needy cries as you finally reached your high, his tongue still playing with your clit as you came down. Jungkook groaned as a small wave of your arousal dripped on him, his mouth expertly cleaning it up, just like he had promised. 

“S-Stop,” you whimpered, a violent shiver overtaking your muscles as you started to feel the effects of your sensitivity. “Too much.” 

After a final stroke of his tongue against your slick, Jungkook tugged your panties back in place and removed your thigh from his shoulder before, finally, he moved back to his feet. Your hand, weak, let go of the fabric and allowed your dress to collapse back into place, covering the mess between your legs. 

He smirked at your overwhelmed, fucked-out state as he tugged himself back inside his pants. The sound of his zipper was once again a noisy interruption, which brought along a new wave of panic as you remembered your location. 

You grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, twisting it around so you could look at his watch. “We have five minutes until closing time.” You sighed heavily, looking up at him with your typical irritated stare. His magic didn’t last for long, after all. “Why are you always like this?”

“Like what?” Jungkook raised one eyebrow, unable to hide the entertainment in his voice as he watched your expression. He ran one hand through his dark hair, pushing it back. “Incredibly handsome? Charismatic? Good at everything? Including eati—”  

“I was going to ask why do you have the inherent need to defile religious places, but whatever helps you sleep at night,” you interrupted. “By the way, this,” you pointed between you two, “is not happening again. So I hope you had a good last time.” 

Jungkook chuckled, holding your chin with his fingers. “This is like the third time you’re saying that, baby.” He pulled you in for a quick kiss, barely a tender press of his lips against yours. “But whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

 ~

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[pudimsuki]

Bakugou + pool + nsfw☺️

Pool fingering | Bakugou x reader

Hi, hope you like it ❤

Warnings: NSFW (18+ content), fingering, public place, jealousy, swearing cause it's our blasty boy, haha.

You knew you shouldn't test your luck with your hotheaded boyfriend. Of course you knew. But you did that? Well…

You’ve been teasing him all morning. Class 3-A went for a day off at the pool, planned by Kaminari and Mina, and you decided it would be a great idea to mess with your explosive lover.

First was the too-small bikini you decided to wear. Then you didn't pay much attention to him. Bakugou hates it when you don't pay attention to him. And to complete the package, you were spending way too much time with the other boys, even offering to put sunscreen on them.

Bakugou was fuming. You could tell even with your back turned to him. The way he threw daggers with his gaze at you wasn't the slightest bit subtle. The only reason he still hadn't done anything was his enormous pride, but to say jealousy wasn’t eating him alive would be a big fat lie.

He knew you were doing that on purpose. Oh, he fucking knew.

The way you bowed when talking to Kaminari, or the way you rubbed Kirishima's chest “oh so innocently” when you said he was getting stronger with his new training routine, being especially louder to make sure he would hear it.

He was getting tired of that little game you were playing. But it's when you went to that half and half bastard that he loses his shit.

“Todoroki-san, can you help me put on sunscreen? I can’t reach my lower back.”

The heterochromatic boy blinked at your question, surprised by the sudden request, but as soon as he held the bottle, Mina appeared at your side, whispering in your ear:

"Hope you know what you're doing, cause here comes the bomb."

Before you could react or respond, you felt your arm being gripped by a hand you knew all too well. Bakugou squeezed your arm, pulling you away from a stoic Todoroki who still held the filter in his hands.

“The fuck are you doing?” He growled in your ear.

You turned to face him, battering your eyelashes. “Nothing, Katsu.”

“Don’t play dumb now.” He said, red eyes burning yours. “You’re coming with me.”

You felt a shiver go up your spine, but chose to keep the facade.

“But Katsuki, I wanna swim.”

“I don’t care.”

You pout. “I wanna go to the pool.”

His jaw clenched at your behavior; you were walking on thin ice with him.

“And besides”, you proceed. “Everyone’s here, we can’t just leave now.”

He knit his brows, annoyed, but after a few seconds of deliberation, a mischievous smile came to his lips.

“You wanna go to the pool?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, you knew where that smile came from. “Uh, I guess so.”

“Great, then we go to the pool. You've spent way too much time with these extras.” You blinked, surprised at how easy it was to convince him, but followed him as he led you to one of the corners of the bluish pool.

The cold water was a balm for the hot summer day, and you felt every pore in your body quickly getting used to the change in temperature.

"Hey man, are you going to play?" Kirishima yelled at Bakugou, raising a water polo ball.

"Nah, I'm fine. I’ll play the next round."

Kirishima just shrugged "All right."

"Are you sure you don't want to play?" You asked, knowing your boyfriend's competitive nature.

Bakugou just wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning against the wall of the reservoir, keeping some distance from the others who were already gathering to form teams for the game.

"I have other things in mind." He spoke close to your ear, his voice showing signs of his earlier irritation.

You grinned. "Aw, Katsu. Did you get jealous? That's alright, everyone knows I'm taken."

"Oh, they know. But I think you need a little reminder."

“Yeah? And what are you planning to…” You stop mid sentence, gasping. “Katsuki, what are you doing?” You inquired, feeling him run two fingers up and down your clothed sex.

“Playing with what belongs to me. Got a problem with that?”

He rubbed harder, making you squirm your legs.

“Katsuki, not here.”

“You’re not the one making the rules here, sweetheart.” He growled, holding you in place with his strong arm, your back glued to his chest. “I think you need a little punishment for being such a fucking brat.”

With that said, you felt his hand go inside your bikini panties and moaned at the direct contact. The movement of water making you extra sensitive.

You try to pull away from him, eyes wide at your classmates who are playing absentmindedly not far away.

"Don't you dare leave here. It'll be worse if you try." His voice was angry. Oh boy, you were in serious trouble. "Now this is what's going to happen. You're going to stand here like a good girl while I play with you and you're going to control your fucking voice. Your moans are for my ears only, got it?"

You just nodded quickly, holding his arm for support. You knew there was no escape the moment Bakugou put something in his head.

You stifled a moan as you felt him circling your clit slowly.

"Tell me, how funny it was to tease me, uh?"

Bakugou squeezed your little bundle of nerves between his fingers. Hard. You whimpered, shifting your legs. “Sorry Katsu.”

"Sorry Katsu." He mocks, mimicking the tone of your voice. "I should spank your ass so everyone could see my handprints through that tiny thing you call a bikini."

Any answer you could think of caught in your throat, replaced by a loud moan as Bakugou thrust two of his thick fingers at once into your tight hole.

"Didn't I tell you to control your voice?" He ranted, knuckles deep inside of you. "Or do you want everyone to listen to you, uh? Do you want them to see you purring like a little kitten with just my fingers?"

“N-no, I don’t.” You manage to babble, even with his thrusting starting.

He pulled his fingers out almost completely and thrust them back in tightly. You bite your lip, trying not to make any noise, but he could clearly hear your muffled cries.

“(Y/n)-chan!”

Your eyes widen when you hear Ochaco's voice. For a terrifying second, you think she's aware of your "lewd acts" in the water, but the giant smile she wears makes your worries slip away. In fact, from that little distance, everybody thought he’s just being weirdly affectionate and hugging you, even though he wasn't much of a PDA man. That is, at least for the time being.

You held your boyfriend's wrist, but he pretended not to notice. Instead, he started to thrust with more vigor.

"Answer it." Bakugou ordered in your ear.

"Stop." You mumble, almost desperately.

"If you don't answer her, she'll move closer. You don't want her to see how tight you get around my fingers, do you?"

Your walls contracted involuntarily, causing Bakugou to giggle behind you.

"(Y/n)-chan?" She called again and you noticed with horror that she actually started to approach.

"Ochaco!" You said, too loud to sound normal. "H-hey."

She smiles at you, still oblivious to your boyfriend's steady hand turning you into mud. "Me and the girls are going to buy ice cream. Do you want to come?"

"Uh- I..." That could be an easy way out of the current situation. Bakugou couldn't say no in front of Uraraka, but a slight squeeze on your waist told you better not to test the waters with him. "I pass, s-sorry.”

"Oh okay." She said and you thought she was going to leave, but she frowned at you instead. "Are you okay?"

"Excellent!" Again, too loud. Bakugou chuckled softly. "I'm great."

"Oh, it's just... Your expression looks a little pained."

"Oh" you replied, self moan self surprise. "The... The water! The water is cold."

“Really? I think it’s…”

"Uraraka-san!" Mina yelled from afar. You almost closed your eyes in relief. "Let's go!"

"I’m going!" With that, she said goodbye quickly and left. You breathed, releasing the moan you had been holding back.

"Holy shit,” Bakugou laughed. “I don't know if round face is too slow or if you're just a good actress."

You, on the other hand, were too busy paying attention to the movement of his fingers to laugh.

He fastened his pace, making you close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. You whimpered when you felt him hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Katsu, please.”

“What?” He asks above you. “You're gonna cum, princess?”

He could feel you were close, your walls tightening around the double digits. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“Tell me who do you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki. I’m yours.” you cried, not really caring with anything but the feeling of his digits right now. You hoped that the loud laughter and shouts of your friends as they played covered your voice.

“Good girl.” He said, voice deep. You could feel his hard cock pressing your ass behind the fabric of both your bathing suits.

You didn’t last longer. Bakugou was quick to cover your mouth with his hand when you came. The noise you made would definitely have alerted someone closer. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, your juices mixing with the water.

The boys called Bakugou to play the second round, but he declined by saying he wasn't in the mood. You blinked at him, still coming back from your high, wondering what he would do now, but he just kissed a spot behind your ear before whispering.

“We’re finishing this in the changing room.” He announced. “Guess It’s my turn to be pleased.”

Now, we love a jealous Bakugou, don't we?

Thank u for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

[any comments will be answered with my main account: @angie-1306]

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga 😈

this series will probably have more than one part because tumblr only lets me upload ten images per post </3

warning: there are disgustingly long paragraphs in here and delusions

chapter 32

utahime’s first introduction!  akutami lets us know right off the bat that she thinks gojo is an idiot (so true).

chapter 32

i love the contrast between miwa and utahime’s reaction to gojo’s appearance.  

chapter 33

NAH BC TELL ME WHY HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT GET HER ONE LMAOOOO!!  when he traveled overseas to meet with yuta, he picked up the tribal protection charms and thought to himself, “let’s get enough for the kyoto students as a gift since i am such a great and caring teacher, after all.  mmm, i should skip utahime to make her mad~”  this guy puts way too much effort into getting on her nerves.  his mind = utahime brainrot

chapter 33

she’s laughing at him here because he’s getting disciplined for being a lil shit.  i wonder...what would he say if he saw her laughing at him like that?  

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this interaction between them is a little strange don’t you think?   i feel like over the years he’s learned how to pick up her mood based on the way she’s acting towards him.  you’re probably thinking, “well any person can figure out how a person’s feeling based on the way they’re talking or acting.”  yes, that’s absolutely true, but it’s kind of different with this.  she’s acting normal.  utahime has a rather indifferent expression on her face and what she says is spoken in a calm tone, but gojo still asks her if she’s mad at him.  it’s likely that he knows her well enough to be able to notice these subtle things.  even if she wasn’t actually mad at him, he was being considerate for a split second, then he went and said, “of course.  i didn’t do anything wrong and all.”  what a guy LOLOL.  to me, this implies that maybe he made her genuinely angry in the past to the point where he realized that he went too far, and thus decided to be more careful of her feelings.  she has definitely gotten annoyed at him so many times after that so whenever she seems angry, he probably asks himself if he took it too far.  i’m curious to see if he can pick up if she’s upset with something that’s not involving him.  would he console her?  how does gojo satoru console someone?  

despite him always annoying her, she’s still courteous and brings him a cup of tea during their talk.  she didn’t have to go out of her way to get tea for him but she did.  that’s the kind of person utahime is.  a kind and caring woman who would never put her students in danger.  in the anime they were sitting far away and not facing each other like they’re doing in the manga.  she also has her own tea cup.  i think that little panel of her placing the cup down on the table and him picking it up to take a sip is a nice little detail.  it just proves that her hating him most of the time isn’t actually pure hatred but annoyance because of his shenanigans and teasing.

chapter 33

i touched upon this a little bit in my previous post, but i wish to go more in depth about this panel.  first of all, he ends the sentence with her name twice.  two times too many, mr. gojo.  i like how they can be serious with each other too LOL.  i wish we got to see them talk about the traitors because they did figure it out together after all.  does it always end in bickering?  can they interact with each other like adults all the way through?  somehow, i feel like that’s not possible when it comes to these two.  furthermore, notice how gojo confides in utahime about his suspicions.  from what we know, she is the first person he brought it up to.  i mean, i guess he has to start investigating the schools and would need extra assistance to save time, but he could have done it himself if he really wanted to.  by deciding to ask for her help we know that he thinks she’s trustworthy, smart, and strong enough to face whatever considerable risks this task may entail.  

i didn’t point this out in my other posts but see how he makes a hand sign in the last panel when she throws the cup at him?  gojo is manually activating his infinity.  why though?  about a year after the whole star plasma vessel incident happened, gojo develops the ability to keep his infinity up at all times by using the reversed curse technique to consistently heal himself to prevent exhaustion.  this means that it really makes no difference whether he leaves it on or off.  there are a few times where we can witness someone actually touching gojo.  for example, yuuji giving him a hug.  did he turn his infinity off, or was it able to deduce that yuuji was not a threat?  the erasers and pencils shoko and geto threw at him during his demonstration of his new ability aren’t dangerous normally, but is it the speed that makes them dangerous?  even if it did hit him, it wouldn’t hurt.  how does the infinity know when to allow an incoming object to touch gojo?  i believe it is up to gojo himself to let things touch him; his infinity restricts anything and anyone.  some people say it could just be the fact that water is not dangerous to him, so therefore, he has to manually put his infinity up.  i thought this was a reasonable explanation as to why he put up the hand sign when the tea was thrown at him, but then i realized that it couldn’t be.  remember the second opening?  it’s raining and everyone is carrying an umbrella, then it pans to gojo with a bouquet in his hand and rain drops slipping off his infinity.  if he DID manually put his infinity up to prevent getting soaked then that implies that he chose to turn his infinity off.  you can argue and say that jujutsu high is a safe place with students so there’s no need to have his infinity there, but do you remember when he stepped on the ants in front of gakuganji and yaga?  the ants were perfectly fine after which insinuates that his infinity prevented his shoes from crushing the ants.  he most likely had his infinity on during the baseball game even though he was in a safe environment.  how does this long tangent relate back to utahime?  well, it simply indicates that gojo trusts utahime so much to the point where he can be vulnerable around her.  turning off his infinity symbolizes completely letting down his guard  in a way.  

how about what happens next?  utahime throws the tea at him, he turns on his infinity to deflect it, and he responds with, “scary!  hysteric women aren’t popular, you know!”  why would he even say that LMAO??  utahime doesn’t even try to deny what he said either.  she just hits him with the good old, “i am your senpai!”  could it be that he’s trying to poke fun of her relationship status?  maybe, maybe not.  doesn’t he like people a lil crazy?  he did say that all jujutsu sorcerers have to be a little crazy because they’re willing to put themselves in danger constantly.  

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i wonder who he’s thinking of when he said that.  could it be utahime?  it seems like he’s reminiscing or thinking about someone.  he wears an amused expression on his face as he laughs - almost like he’s seen his fair share of how scary women can get :>>

chapter 34

the pattern behind gojo and utahime is called yagasuri “fletching,” a traditional japanese design.  this design is inspired by arrow fletching.  it's a lucky charm for weddings and other celebrations since it's based on the Japanese belief that an arrow shot once never comes back.  brides were given kimonos with this pattern for good luck during the edo era (1603–1868) to ensure they would not have to return to their original family home.  this pattern can have numerous meanings such as steadfastness or determination to achieve a goal, or a wish for the happiness of the bride.  there is a belief that a bow and arrow represent the fight against evil.  honestly, this meaning fits the narrative of the story.  utahime and gojo are unearthing the traitors that are feeding intel to the curse users and cursed spirits.  they are in the middle while the kyoto students surround them, which could mean that it’s their job as adults to protect these children from the grasps of evil slowly making itself more prominent.  do you also notice that the arrows are pointed toward utahime from gojo?  from all the images i’ve seen, the arrows are usually pointed downward.  what could this mean?  is gojo trying to protect her (in the future (?)) or does he have a big fat crush smh...

i think it’s a good time to mention utahime’s clothing.  she’s wearing miko attire.  miko are shrine maidens who were once thought to be shamans (you connecting the dots?).  in their service to shrines, miko used to perform spirit possession and takusen (in which the possessed person acts as a "medium" (yorimashi) to communicate the divine will or message of that kami (god) or spirit; also included in the category of takusen is "dream revelation" (mukoku), in which a kami appears in a dream to communicate its will).  this was back in the old days, of course.  to become a miko back then (shaman), one needed to have potential.  neurosis, hallucinations, odd behavior, and hysteria (HYSTERIA HELLO???) are some of the signs that a person is being called to shamanism.  when a miko is communicating with a kami (god) or spirit by acting as a medium, she is in a trance-like state, and so she must learn techniques to control herself when this happens.  chanting and dancing were used to accomplish this, so the girl was taught melodies and intonations that were used in songs, prayers, and magical formulas.  all of this could give us insight about utahime’s technique and explains why she’s good at singing :)  maybe she can’t control herself when she uses her technique which is why she isn’t shown using it because it should be used for dire situations.  i imagine being possessed by a spirit or god must consume a lot of cursed energy.  it makes sense that utahime and gakuganji wear traditional clothing.  they’re the staff of jujutsu high’s kyoto branch.  in chapter 0, kyoto is known as the sacred land of jujutsu.  it’s more traditional compared to tokyo.  if you want to learn more about miko, you should check out the wikipedia page!  

chapter 34

i swear he tries to annoy her every chance he gets.  i bet he sets a goal for himself to see how many times utahime lectures him about respecting his seniors every time he’s within the same vicinity as her.  at least he called her utahime-sensei!!!

chapter 40

this isn’t even a gojohime moment tbh...i just wanted to share a pic of them sitting next to each other HEHE.  why are they sitting next to each other anyway?  it’s not like they have assigned seating.

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that was so long and i apologize for the gargantuan paragraphs you guys had to read through.  i’m writing this at 4 in the morning and i’m feeling borderline delirious so i apologize if there are any errors.  i’ll edit this when i have time <3

the next part should come shortly.

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2am shenanigans

In which Harry and secretly pregnant reader go shopping at 2 am and encounter a fan.

Fluff

No TW except harry being too cute

Picking up a packet of wotsits, y/n threw them into the shopping trolley. The crisp aisle was a long and treacherous one, every crisp and flavour calling y/n's name as she slowly progressed along. Her walk was slower and her footsteps heavier as she checked the time - 2:08am. The leggings she was wearing were growing tighter and tighter with every second as she rubbed at her growing belly, waiting for Harry to return. If he took much longer, y/n knew she would fill up the whole trolley with salty delights.

As she searched for the right flavour crackers, holding multiple packets on top of her belly, Harry snuck up behind her, surprising her with a quick hug from behind, causing a loud yelp to emit from her mouth, and a clutch to her crackers and belly.

"Harry!" She scolded lightly, with a glint of mischief behind her eyes, "don't do that! I thought you were some crazy fan or something! And you took way longer than '2 seconds'!" "You're right my love, 'm sorry," he replied with a small smile, but a genuine worried tone, sneaking his hands back around her waist, his chin atop her shoulder.

"How's little one doing?"

"Well, she's kicking up a storm after that monumental event," y/n replied cheekily, rubbing her belly adoringly.

Y/n had found out she was pregnant around 6 months ago, after having not been too careful the few months before it. They had decided they didn't want to try, per se, but leave it up to chance, wanting a baby, but not really thinking about the 'when' too hard. Now that they had found themselves in this position, they had grown to love it.

"Well," he said, now talking towards her belly, "better get your mummy out of here before she buys the whole damn shop."

"Hey!" She swatted at his hands, chuckling lightly, "I'm not only eating for two, I have no problem using my extra body weight to my advantage!"

He raised his hands in mock defence, a large smile adorning his face, before quickly dropping his surrender. His eyes point towards the end of the isle where a young woman stands, eyes slightly wide, staring unabashedly at the two of them.

Harry doesn't like to address a potential fan in these situations in case they don't actually know him and it creates an awkward moment (especially after what happened in Monaco), however, he can clearly see this girl struggling to find words as her mouth moves agape, nothing but breaths coming out.

"Are you alright there lovely?" Y/n said, taking the embarrassing memory away from Harry. Her eyes flick to you, and then your belly, then back to Harry. She seems to gain sense, as she closes her mouth and nods quickly, before her eyes land back on y/n's hands placed on her swollen abdomen.

"Yeah, sorry, I just, are you Harry styles?" "Yeah, that's me. How are you doing?" He asks. Y/n always admired Harry for his care and adoration of his fans, his kind gentle nature that brought them together.

"Oh my god, wow, are you serious? Like what? Do, no, how, when..." she rambled for a few seconds. Harry chuckled lightly before looking back to y/n with a cheeky smile. When she finally managed to form a coherent sentence, Harry puts his attention back on her.

"Sorry," she laughs, "just a bit starstruck is all." "Don't worry," y/n pipes in, "plenty of people are the same. What's your name, lovely?" As soon as y/n started speak, the girls eyes snapped back to her. With her eyes focused on her belly, she answered,

"Layla, Layla Stevens. Sorry, I don't know why I told you my last name, it's not like you care or even know me," she started rambling again. "Well, Layla Stevens, it's a pleasure to meet you. What's brought you to Sainsbury's at this time?"

Harry lovingly looked over at y/n, adoring how she easily made conversation with the stranger.

"This one here's got the salt cravings again," Harry intervenes chuckling, dismissing the fact the real reason to avoid the shops during the day was for fans, as a couple here or there don't bother him, but a swarm does.

Layla laughs, looking a little less surprised now that the elephant in the room has been addressed: the pregnancy.

"Well, um, just grabbing a late night cheerios snack," she says, holding up her basket. "I hope you don't mind me asking, it's just, well, I didn't know you were pregnant? Congratulations I assume? I didn't know you guys were expecting?"

Harry moves closer to y/n, wrapping an arm round her waist, "yeah, we've been trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible, but it's bound to get out soon. But we'd really appreciate it if you would keep this under wraps, you know?"

She nods viscously, Harry almost expects her to cross her heart and hope to die while she's at it.

"Of course, yeah, I totally understand - your secret is safe with me!"

"We don't know the gender, we want to keep it a surprise," y/n states, although it's not quite the truth, they would both like to have some control over any aspect of the pregnancy becoming public.

Layla nods in understanding. It goes quiet for a moment, as the rush settles.

"Would you like a photo?" Y/n asks.

"If that's alright? Sorry, I didn't want to ask," she laughs nervously. She starts to get her phone out and raise it for a selfie, before looking at y/n expectantly.

"Would it be alright if I got one with both of you? I'm a big fan of you too, y/n!"

It's not the first time y/n had been asked for a photo, but it still shocked her none the less. "Oh yeah, of course! Do you mind if we try to hide the bump though? Just don't want it getting out just yet," y/n replies.

"Totally get you, of course."

Y/n slightly waddles towards the two, after putting the crackers in the trolley. Luckily, she was wearing one of the bunny LOT T-shirts, so none of the fans could find the outfit and link it back to a maternity section at H&M or primark.

Harry smiles with a peace sign, y/n pokes her tongue out, and Layla simply grins. After snapping a few photos (without a belly in sight) Layla put her phone back in her bag and picked up her basket.

"Thank you so much guys, it was lovely meeting you! And good luck on the rest of your pregnancy!"

"Thank you! And maybe we will see you again, Layla Stevens, looking for more midnight snacks," Harry replies with a smile. The couple watch Layla walk off from them, before they turn to each other.

"She was lovely!" Y/n says. She was genuinely surprised at how nice fans could be sometimes after having to deal with all the hate online. "Wasn't she?" He replies, "now, black pepper or salt and vinegar?"

She scrunches her face in disgust at the latter. He dramatically sighs, putting them back on the shelf before tossing the black pepper crisps into the trolley and taking it from her.

He hums a little tune, looking left, then right, left, then right, at all the crisps and crackers to choose from. Y/n looks at him in adoration, liking how life is going to be. Rubbing her belly she calls out to him.

"Hazza?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He smiles at her, real and big.

"I love you too."

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A/n: Hey guys! Here's my first one shot to kick off my account, hope you enjoy! Feel free to send in requests :)