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xxanaduwrites · 2 months ago

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wearin’ that loved on look

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

summary: in which a drawn out engagement leaves honey takin’ matters into her own hands. benny may or may not break a rule or two, actin’ married sooner rather than later when seeing his honey wearin’ that loved on look ;)

warnings: 18 + only. alluded sexual content but nothing super crazy. quite more poetic actually. they are pretty much pining over each other. no actual smut here but i may write a part 2 if requested or interest ensues.

word count: 4.2k

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You were taking one last look in the mirror when that familiar sound of a rumbling engine echoed out on the street near your front lawn. Your stomach couldn’t help but twist up in a tight knot, your reflection staring back at you, confirming there was no turning back now. Your man was here. He was right outside, and it’d be cruel to make him wait a minute longer. Would it? Or would it be just the right thing. Sixty seconds to settle yourself. Sixty seconds to render your composure and pique his interest simultaneously.

All good things come to those who wait after all.

So you took your time – well as much time as you would allow yourself. Stepping over a lone shoe missing its match and an overall or two, you made your way over to the window to let your man know you’d be out in just a minute. On a night like this, you knew he’d keep the engine running, Itching to get to the club. Itching to get you out of your parents’ hair. Not wanting to waste a single second he could be spending with just you. So, it was only fair when you rolled up the window and hollered his name over the not-so quiet street. The sound of his engine was noisy enough to mask out the hinges of the old window panes attached to your house.

Not wanting to give too much away, you ducked ever-so swiftly as Benny’s head turned in the direction of your sweet voice. Once his eyes landed on you, all he could see was your small head, a mound of honey dewdrop curls planted up on your head like your own personal hive. And then you were holding up a finger, silently telling him to hold on for just a minute, and he of course was complying – still with a sliver of hesitance though. It was unlike you to leave him waiting. Especially on a night like this. A night that didn’t require hitting the hay early for rising school hours. No – it was a Friday night. An oddly warm and buggy Friday night, relevant over the sudden silence of his engine succumbing to the buzzing cicadas.

Mounting off his bike, he settled into a casual lean against it instead. However, his cool demeanor did not match the tumbleweed of thoughts rolling inside his head.

Were your Ma and Pa holding you back? Would they come out to talk to him? Were they finally gonna rip off the bandage and take away the blessing of marrying you he’d been working so hard to maintain?

Pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he let out a much needed breath before fishing for his pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The urge for a smoke was unbearable and warranted, so much so, that when he lit the thing up, took a look around, and really settled with his thoughts, his concerns didn’t feel as daunting as they once were. Upon inspection, your driveway was vacant, empty – confirming that one or both of your parents had to be out on the town or out of it completely. It wasn’t unusual for them to trek to another state for a festival where honey sales were of great interest, and on top of that, well – you didn’t look upset by any means. That had to be a plus there. Could it? He couldn’t recall your smile meeting your eyes through the warm honey light shining from your childhood bedroom against the deep dark night….

He was just about to take another drag when the hinges of your front door squeaked in protest, your silhouetted figure crisp against the hall lamp light. Right before you were about to close the front door completely, you peeked your head back inside, practically cursing yourself as you smacked on the front porch light.

Welp – there was truly no turning back now. Your one minute time stamp was long gone. The hair tie, that you’d already regretted taking out of your hair, was haphazardly tossed on your vanity, and the searing porch light was now burning you like a spot light. The show had begun, and boy were you giving your Benny a show.

He blinked. Once, twice, maybe three times? He wasn’t sure. Hell – how could he keep count when he was looking at you. You – his fiance, top snug in a new denim vest, decked out in patches galore, and bottom – god your bottom – in a matching mini skirt, your smooth honey tanned legs on full display. With your hair scooped down, tossed messily in a side parted wave and your form lacking its usual layers of clothes, his eyes rounded out, jaw slackened, and his pants – well they started to feel real tight around him.

Little did he know you were nervous. Real nervous to come towards him. To be out in such an outfit that was so unlike you. Sure you were known for your signature denim and fun patches, but not like this. Not out of your more appropriate school clothes that consisted of long skirts and dresses, and of course your usual overalls. And hey – there was no denying that you wore shorts every now and then on your days off. The Chicago heat was no joke on those dense warm summer days. Yet there was nothing sunny about tonight, no – not in this darkness where you felt in competition with the moon.

As you walked towards Benny, you couldn’t help but pull your skirt down ever-so slightly, the barely there length making you rather uncomfortable and out of sorts. You could only hope you weren’t mooning your house, let alone your neighbors. The last thing you needed were your parents finding out you left the house with your ass out.

Funnily enough, your worry slipped your mind the moment your eyes landed on Benny. Eyes alight, he looked like a lost puppy, begging for a treat. So much so, that the cigarette dangling between his teeth lost purchase. His jaw so slack from shock, the cylinder tipped right out of his mouth and hit the pavement. You almost laughed. You really almost did, but you bit down on your lip before it could escape you.

You were relieved to say the least, and his reaction alone reminded you why you were doing this in the first place. It wasn’t because you were fishing for his attention. You always had it. Hell – you had him wrapped around your little finger, even if you were too humble and sometimes clueless to really think so.

But here, now – there was a difference. A difference because you were not only trying to reward him for being so good to you, but also because you wanted a little something more from him. Of course you just loved being his fiance, but waiting to get married was taking such a toll on you. You wanted to be his wife sooner rather than later, and it was no help at all that your parents were being sticklers in the matter. Practically ruining your plans of getting hitched anytime soon. It was all this and that of them wanting Benny to prove himself. To show himself worthy to your parents that he would be a good fit for their daughter. You thought it was all rather counter productive. Benny had shown himself worthy to you in many ways, and there was no denying that it perturbed you that your parents didn’t trust your judgment. You were a big girl, a fully grown adult, a whole school teacher, and yet they still treated you like you were a little one.

You didn’t want to be treated like that tonight. No – you wanted to be treated like a wife. His wife.

Benny was in the midst of reaching down for his fallen cigarette, too lovestruck and drunk off your presence to realize it was long gone and better off forgotten. Funnily enough, his peripheral vision was still trained on you, making you realize sooner than later that upon straightening back out, he’d have the perfect view under your skirt. The thought made you blush all over, warming up your insides.

Before his lean fingers could snag the thing, your wedged denim sandal found purchase on the discarded cylinder, the fire burning out as your foot stomped on it. “S’dirty.” You reasoned, those pretty sky blue eyes of his boring up at you in a way that kind-of reminded you of the little school children you worked with. There was an innocence there. One that was only reserved for you, hidden beneath a tough rounded out exterior apparent to everyone else. Yet, it wasn’t all innocent. No — not in the way his features twisted up in desire.

For a second you almost thought he was gonna take you right there and then, a nosedive right up your skirt that you wouldn’t deny. But no — instead you were left wanting, aching as he straightened himself back up, warm calloused fingertips brushing against the small remnants of exposed skin between your vest and skirt, hands materializing at your hips and pulling you in.

“Honey….” He drawled, a fun little whistle rather detached from his usual deep tuned voice spurring out of him. “Wha’ I do to deserve this?” He mused, planting kisses across your neck, erupting you in giggles. “Hm?” He pressed, squeezing your sides sweetly.

In your defense, who could blame you for being tongue tied when he was all over you? Pillowy lips snagging the delicate skin of your neck, soft and sweet. “Is tha’ even a question?” You giggled again as his teeth dragged against your collarbone.

“M’serious…” he murmured into your skin, stifling the growl that was bound to escape him. “S’there a special occasion I dunno ‘bout?” He tried again, but suddenly stiffened. Lips detached from your skin, as well as his warm breath. An indication that he was holding it in. “S’not our anniversary is it? I swore it wasn’t until — fuck, m’sorry Honey did I —“ his words caught in his throat, tangled in a web of self inflicted doubt, and you hated it. Hated seeing him like this, thinking he had done something wrong. Fucked up somehow. But you were quick — so quick in assessing the situation, your hands, fingernails decked out in your usual color of choice — ballet slippers — and Benny’s ring, still snug on your honorary finger since your engagement, circled around his face.

It took him a moment, but his scruffy cheeks relaxed against your palms in an instant when your eyes met his in alarm. “No, baby. Nah. Ain’t an anniversary or nothin’. Just wanted to show y’my love. That’s all.” His pinched brows smoothed out, and you smiled as you watched the worry flee his eyes. “Betty er —“ you began rather shyly, “she uh gave me one of her old vests, y’see?” You explained, dropping your hands from his face and onto the clothing in question. “Johnny’s got her a new one, so she said I could have hers. Deck it out. Do what I wanna with it. So….” You turned on your heel, spinning in a quick circle before sing-songing a, “ta-da!” like you’d do for your students when you had some sort of surprise or good news. Usually it’d be a lollipop for each after an exam. A congratulatory treat for completing such a task!

Your nerves were still running on a high, but you flashed Benny one of your grand smiles as you striked a little pose, jazz hands included.

When it hit you what you were doing, you mentally wanted to curse yourself out for putting on such a childish act. This was all about acting like a wife, not a child! You wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him, but what kind of motives were this?

Thankfully, your mental battle didn’t last very long. It ended quite quickly the moment his mouth opened and drawled, “Hmm….C’mere. Lemme take a closer look at ya.”

You obliged without question. Without resistance. Without any sort of hesitation. His voice always tickled you to the bone, but this — this! This was something else entirely. Something that sent honey down below in deep measure. So you stepped forward, becoming caged by his observation in an instant. His hands materialized on your hips against the rough denim of your skirt all over again. It was like he was scared you’d walk away before he’d get to really look at the art in front of him, and god were you just a whole masterpiece.

You stayed silent, giving him the space to do as such, but you couldn’t help but watch him as he drank you in from head to toe. His eyes wandered over every patch, and it made your cheeks burn when he spent extra time on the ones that really resembled you. There were the cute little bedazzled bees and a jar of honey of course, but also an apple as a little ode to your teacher status. You stitched some extra flowers you had leftover from when you were sewing patches onto your denim overall dress from school. The one you met Benny in the very first day you saw him.

“Baby….” he hummed in complete approval. “Ya real talented, y’know that? S’good. Too —“ But then his words cut out in the midst of complimenting you, and you knew he finally saw it. The patch that was just the beginning to what the back claimed, but held so much more commitment. More devotion even. In the front, on the left upper side of the vest right over your heart was a patch, shaped in such a way — a heart to be exact — with the words Benny’s Baby stitched right into it. “Wha — What’s this?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach then, worry shooting through your veins as you scrambled to complete your next sentence. “S’just a — a lil’ something. I know you were uh — real hell bent about the ring thing. Getting me a proper one or whatever so…” you trail off, nudging your purse from your shoulder so you could open up it and reveal the contents of your explanation. Benny just stared, watched you like some fascinated kid about to be gifted a candy cigarette for the first time as you took out the matching patch you made for him. One that was more daring, more forward, and far more a symbol of ownership than anything you had on yours, as far as you were concerned. “I uh — I made you one too,” you tumbled out, hands shaking as you held it out for him to see. A similar heart. Rather exact to yours. The catch? It said Honey’s Hubby in your pretty neat stitched cursive. “And look, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t wanna. I know it’s kind of silly and all, but I just thought it could be our thang, y’know? Our promise to each other but again if that’s —“

“Honey, Honey….Honey,” he rumbled out soft, smooth, and sultry, all the same, bringing your rambling to a hault. “Are ya kiddin’ me? Y’think I wouldn’t wear this?” He asked, his thumb rubbing across the indentations the stitching made over and over again. If he could mold his finger print into the embroidery, write those same words repeatedly, eternally to show his devotion, he would.

“Well I, I mean —“ you dropped your hands dramatically at your sides. “The guys….”

“What about ‘em?” Benny pressed, pocketing your creation protectively over his heart before taking a step closer to you. “I don’t care wha’ they think. Don’t care what anybody thinks besides you,” his hand circled your side once more, this time pulling you in so you were chest to chest. “Look, soon when the times right,” he let out a frustrated sigh, clearly targeted towards your parents who weren’t even in the vicinity, ”on paper, in writing, y’gonna be my wife. But right here, right now, fucking on this patch, y’already mine, kay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, your hands taking purchase on Benny’s vest, fingers trailing down the patches, down until you reached his belt, down down down until his breath caught his throat.

“Honey…” he warned, eyes drooping with heaviness. Heaviness in your desire and his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. Hell — he always fucking wanted you. Only you. But he had made a promise to himself.

To you. For you.

He promised to wait. Wait to have all of you.

He knew he wasn’t a good guy. Knew he’d never be the good guy, but he wanted to be better for you. Do better for you. So, he decided early on — the moment he knew he wanted you to be his wife, that he’d at least do one thing right.

Sure you’d fool around. There wasn’t any way either of you could resist it. Not when Benny’s muscular arms appeared full display when a shirt simply couldn’t be an option on one of those super sweltering days. It’d be a sin not to have your hands all over him, feeling the warmth of his toned sun-kissed skin under your palms. And you — oh you, in one of your pretty little dresses, a rare sight to see on a weekday. Benny’d be kicking himself for weeks on end if he didn’t seize the opportunity, didn’t get to have his skilled calloused fingers up and under your skirt.

“Wha?” You asked innocently with batting lashes.

He didn’t move away from your touch, but stilled yours, his large hand encircling both your smaller ones hugging onto his belt loop. “Y’know we can’t….” He murmured, vibrated even. His words didn’t match what he wanted. You could tell in the way his bottom lip turned crimson as he bit down through all his restraint, and his eyes burned darker in the pale moonlight. And of course you could tell by the obvious bulge that was forming rather apparently in his jeans.

“Not right nowwww…” you trailed, pulling on the reins of his belt loop so you could be closer. “Lata, after the club. My parents ain’t home for the rest of the weekend. Won’t be home until Monday. So…Y’know what that meansss?”

“So that’s why y’dolled up like this?” He huffed, a big toothed smile in pure disbelief stretching across his gorgeous features. A rare sight to see. So rare that you almost thought you imagined his eyes crinkling at the edges in pure amusement. “To get me inta y’bed?”

Embarrassment dusted your cheeks in red heat. So hot, it left you shy in the wake of your motives. “S’not just —“ you stammered, trying to find the right words to say what you truly felt.

But you were frustrated. So frustrated. And Benny well — he was sure to fix that. Sure to get that stubborn crease out between your brows that waa forming in pure stress. “If that wha’ y’wanted, baby. Y’coulda just asked.” He mused, lips pressing against the curve of your neck, right near a sensitive spot he knew worked you up. “As much as I love all this,” he whispered, the warmth of his breathe sending a shiver down your spine as his hands traveled down your silhouette, “Y’could be wearin’ a potato sack, and I’d still find ya sexy.”

You understood what he meant, and you appreciated it. You really did. But that wasn’t the point. The point was much more emotional, more intense, more meaningful, and you weren’t gonna let it slip way. “S’not just about gettin’ ya in my bed,” you started, your lips parting and almost making you lose your train of thought as his lips edged the side of your ear. Your hands moved up the plains of his chest and you pushed him back ever-so slightly.

His lips detached from your skin in an instant and those pretty blue eyes of his locked with yours in complete attentiveness. “Then wha’ is it, Honey?”

“I know y’say I’m already yours, and I believe ya I really do, but,” you sighed, “why doesn’t it feel that way?”

“Wha — wha d’ya mean?” He asked, fingers pressing into your sides in a way that made you know he was the one gettin’ frustrated now. Frustrated that he could lose you. That you could just slip between his fingertips.

Reassuring him, you slipped your hands upward, looping them behind and around his neck lovingly. “I mean…I’m tired, baby. Tired of waitin’ to be your wife. And I’m sick of my Ma and Pa thinkin’ they can control us. Control what we want. Control our lives. Why let ‘em? When have you — Mister doesn’t let anybody tell ‘em what to do— follow the rules?”

You had a point. Benny knew that. It was rather out of character for him to be a goody-to-shoes, if you will, but this — this was different. This was him showing his honor. His dedication to you. Similarly to how he would to the club. Deep down you knew that too.

“I am too,” Benny admitted, his fingers relaxing against you, his admission draining the tension from his body. “As much as I’d like ta marry ya right ‘bout now, the courthouses ain’t open, and I know it’d break Betty’s lil’ heart if we went off and got hitched with all the plannin’ she’s up to.”

“Oh no — i know. I know we can’t do that right now crazy,” you laughed lightly before getting serious, “And y’know I’d neva’ do that to her. Neva eva.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes never leaving you.

“I just wanna be close to you. That’s all. Never feel — never feel close enough, y’know?” Now you were the one with an admission.

Benny’s features softened in an instant, shoulders slumping against your arms. You could feel his resolve slipping in the seconds that slipped by your words. He went silent for a minute. Just a minute. Sixty seconds that had the gears turning in his head. But sixty seconds that would change everything once they were through. He knew you were right about the rules. He wasn’t one to follow them anyways, and besides in the long run would it really hurt to break just this one a bit? A bit for you who was wanting to do just the same.

You who was begging to be his wife.

If it was so wrong then why did it feel so right?

“Y’wanna be closer to me? Wanna feel what it’s really like to be married, baby?” He said suddenly, taking you off guard.

He pulled you in closer, and your heart leaped in your chest. “Yes,” you said as confidently as you could.

“Then when the club’s through, I’ll stay the night and you’ll have me, ‘kay?” The words you were longing to hear had come into frusion.

Your disbelief and pure surprise made you eager to confirm they were real. “Oh Benny! Are y’sure?” You asked, practically jumping up and down.

“M’sure,” Benny laughed lightly, his heart warming at the sight of you in genuine happiness. “As y’said, when have I ever followed the rules?”

“Hm…Tha’ my Benny…” you murmured before his lips captured yours in a searing passionate kiss.

You were so wrapped in one another, not realizing how long you were standing there, that it took one of the neighbor’s lights turning on through their window in your peripheral vision for you to pull apart.

“We should go,” Benny said breathlessly. His lips were swollen and puffy with a thin sheen of your lip gloss now coating ‘em. You had to stifle a laugh when you reached up and wiped the excess off with your thumb.

You nodded in agreement, turning with him to mount the bike, but at the last second you stopped in your tracks. “Wait Benny! I forgot to show you the back.” You exasperated, stepping back.

“Hm?” He hummed in confusion, not leaving his spot on the bike, mounted and ready to go as he looked at you.

“The vest!” You explained, spinning on your heel and revealing the back. In the center, around the usual Outlaws Chicago emblem, instead of a skull in the center, you replaced it with a patch that said, Property of Benny.

You stood there for a minute. Sixty seconds in your pose, and just when you were about to open your mouth and ask if he liked it, did you suddenly feel those all too familiar arms circle around you and hold you up in the air. “Benny!” You squealed when your feet were no longer against the pavement dangling in the air.

“That’s it,” he groaned, before swooping up your feet bridal style and walking across the grass.

“Benny! What’re ya doing?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you watched him walk you in the opposite direction of the bike. To your front door. “Wha’ about the club?” You probbed again frantically.

“Club can wait.” He said simply. “Actin’ married can’t.”

That was all it took — well that and his lips molding against yours, silencing every thought you ever had once the door closed behind you two and you ended up doing just what you intended.

Actin’ married.

Because even if it wasn’t legal yet, you were bound together spiritually by your feelings and actions alone.

You became his, and he became yours on a randomly warm night under the pale moonlight.

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authors note: i apologize for how long this took for me to update! i’m just glad my writer’s block has ended & i’m back.

but anywayssss i may write a part 2 to this ;)

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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Home : bat!family x bat!sister

Summary: no one gets to offend my siblings and father. No one but me. I'll make sure of it.

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Maybe it was a bad idea to apply for that Erasmus program and leave her brothers and adoptive father alone for whole three months. Sure, studying abroad, expanding knowledge, learning language and customs was an amazing experience, but it came with the cost. The price of being in fear that her family would get themselves in trouble, pain, fight they could not recover from.

The first two weeks of her adventure was the worst, since she was waking up at most random night hours, ready to jump into fight, those vigilantes instincts and habits kicking in.

Those were the nights when she was turning and tossing in her bed unable to close an eye and in result sneaking out her dorm room and walk around the campus like the ghost. The quietness and peacefulness of her surroundings at the academy were so different from those she knew in Gotham, it was almost disturbing.

There was no denying that Y/N was the smartest in the family, even Tim admitted it once (obviously not while talking to her, but she overheard his conversation with Bernard) but at times like this she was second-guessing her choices.

Due to her specific upbringing and family background she also never managed to form any deep connection with her fellow students, preferring to stay by herself, focus on the task and putting a lot of work into expanding her knowledge and skills in technology. She never complained, but from other people’s perspective she was an eremite. Kind, polite with perfect manners when someone asked her for something or while working in group, but still highly reserved. Just like her adoptive father, whose relation to she was trying to keep a secret. And it worked up to the day when one of the lecturers accidentally called her “Miss Wayne” in front of the whole class. The second he did it the air in the auditorium froze. She might have been in different country, but for God’s sake she was studying technology, of course everyone heard about the Wayne Enterprises and the Bruce Wayne.

“You’re his daughter?” one of the boys in the lower row turned around and eyed her suspiciously

“Yes. Adoptive one.”

“Of course. He’s well known for taking kids in, right? Seems like some sort of complex or maybe even a disease” he smirked and it made the girl clench her fist. Her relationship with Bruce might have been rocky, but no one except her and her brothers were allowed to judge and offend him.”

“Care to elaborate on that?” she hissed, eyeing the guy with ice cold gaze

“Miss Y/L/N! Mister Olsen! Please calm down and sit down!” the teacher tried to make up for his mistake but it was far too late for that.

“You misspelled my name once, might as well keep calling me Wayne now.” the tone of her voice matched the gaze. She was not going to let the guy easily, but getting in trouble with the dean was not a part of her plan. “Now, can we continue with the lecture? I don’t know about anyone else in her, but speaking for myself I would love to actually learn something useful.”

***

Y/N was the middle child. Younger than Dick and Jason, older than Tim and Damian which placed her literally halfway in the family. Because of that she was a mix of responsibility and carelessness, doing her own thing, not always the right way, but still capable of getting away with a lot more than the others. Not as family oriented as Dick, feeling a bit overshadowed by Jason, highly competitive with Tim and more independent and individualistic than Damian. Still, even despite her “boss bitch” attitude, she was sandwiched between her brothers which made her the best negotiator and mediator in the family. Y/N also had a strong sense of fairness and morality and would always try her best to do the right things. Objectively, not subjectively. And making fun of her family was not one the things she could forget. However, before taking any action she had to gather intel, figure out what the guy knew and then come right at him.

***

Waiting till the end of the class was probably the greatest torture she ever had to endure, every minute stretching into infinity and when it was over the sense of relief almost made her drop the plan. Almost.

“I’m not done with you, Olsen.” she was faster to the door, stopping her potential victim from getting away.

“You want more, Wayne?”

“Please. Hit me with your best shot. What is your problem with my family, exactly?”

“Let me think” he tapped his chin. “There are so many. Like for instance, your oldest brother. What was his name again? Oh, right! Dick. Suits him quite well, doesn’t it. A prick, if you ask me. Definitely a show-off with no skills.” He scoffed “Shall I continue?”

“ Please. You got like three more people to gossip about.”

“The second in line, Jason, right? Oh, the unhinged one. Violent, mocking, thinking he is better than anyone else around, when in reality he’s just a lost, scared child. Probably a dumbass too.”

“Pretty sure he would agree with that. Now what about Tim and Damian?”

At this point Olsen was getting a bit surprised that the girl in front of him was still unfazed. Her calmness, a sign of silent inside fury making him slightly uncomfortable. Not enough to stop however.

“Drake…..” the name rolled of his tongue while the boy was wondering what words to choose “oh, he’s the gay one, right? Such a shame that the renowned Wayne family has someone like that as a member. Bet your father would never take him in, if he knew. A fairy becoming the next CEO of his renowned company. How ironic!”

“Hm.” Oh, Y/N was so much like Bruce at times and it showed in the least expected moments.

Damn that girl! How could it not make her angry?

“And …… Damian, the only biological child. Absolutely maladjusted and unaware of social norms and boundaries. Tell me, how was it like to have your youngest brother violate your boundaries and personal space?”

“It was. ….educatory. Just like it was with everything you just said. You presented yourself as someone with some serious psychological issues and possibly an unhealthy interest in my family’s life. So thank you, it truly was illuminating.”

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“What the hell did you do Y/N?” a very alerted Dick appeared on the other side of the screen

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The girl sighted and fell onto the cushions bringing the computer onto her lap to see her brother better

“Don’t lie to me now, sis.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of it.”

“Bruce has been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes and from what I figured it’s about something that happened on the campus.”

“The only thing happening on the campus are students who skip classes.” She mumbled “maybe except that one time when one of the boys lost some stupid bet and blew up the fountain as some sort of punishment. That was funny.”

A little grunt was heard on Dick’s side and for a second he disappeared from the screen.

“Dick?”

“Sorry, I had a little interruption.” He rubbed his forehead “Now, back onto what you did…..”

“Did you say that someone blew the fountain?” third face appeared on the screen in the corner, taking over the conversation.

“Hello, Jason.”

“Hi sis. Maybe I should have joined you in your academic career. Seems like you have a lot of fun there. Besides, I never really finished school, since you know…. I died.”

“We know.” Y/N and Dick said in unison

“Always a good opportunity to remind you, right?” he grinned “Now, sis, tell me, how was it going full rogue on fellow student? I gotta admit I’m proud of you here.”

“So that’s what this is about?” Dick’s eyes grew wider than ever “I;m gonna ask you once again, Y/N. what did you do?”

“Nothing permanent.”

“What…..?”

“Cut her some slack, Grayson.”

“Look who decided to join us.” Y/N smirked ��improved your computer skills much, Damian?”

“I got tired of being left out.”

“Since when do you care about the group?”

“Leverage, sis. Knowledge is power, I thought you knew that.”

“Ok, that is enough!” Dick finally lost his patience “I’m trying to have a conversation with my little sis here. Both of you, get out of the line!”

“Mhm, keep dreamin’ Dickhead.”

“For once I agree with Todd.”

“You have no right to…..”

“Guys…..” Y/N tried to mitigate them, but deep inside she enjoyed their bantering. It was a while since she experienced it and only now realized how familiar it was.

“I was here first!” Dick yelled “And I’m the oldest”

“No one cares Grayson! You are a Bludhaven resident now. Just because you visit the manor does not mean you can keep Y/N busy using the wayne’s devices!”

“Don’t you have someone to kill in the crime alley, Jay?”

“Unlike you, I succeeded in all my latest missions.”

“Is that what you call coming back to your safe house bloodied and injured. You were on the verge of death!” Damian smirked “you were absolutely inept, that’s not a success.”

“You were what, now?!” Y/N shrieked. Her second oldest brother was sometimes too careless.

“It was not that bad, Y/N, I swear. And how the fuck do you know about it, demon?”

“I have my ways.”

“I would suspect Drake of spying on me, but you?”

“Speaking of the devil, I’m surprised Tim hasn’t already join us.” Dick muttered

“Oh, he did.” Y/N pointed out

“WHAT?” her brothers cried. Now there was another one fighting for her attention and it was not a secret that Tim was her favorite making the situation harder.

“I did.” Tim chuckled “Well, to tell the truth Y/N let me in the channel. We have our ways with technology. Something none of you could ever fully understand. “

“Of course not….”

“Cheer up, Dami. You can’t monopolize all the areas.”

“I would beg to differ.”

“Ok, everyone hold up here. I think we lost the point of the conversation. The thing was that Bruce was on the phone, probably taking to the dean about….”

“Y/N played a little prank on her classmate, is that right?” of course Tim was the one who everything best.

“He deserved it.”

“Y/n…..”

“Stop using the big brother voice on me! It’s not going to work!”

“How about we use Damian’s youngest one?” Dick teased

“I refuse to be used in this….”

“SHUT UP DAMIAN!” Dick and Jason shouted together and shared a murderous look between one another. Now they were both desperate to find out what happened since Tim would rather die than spill the bean. It was infuriating. They were the older brothers! This had to mean something.

“Ok, that’s it.” Damian stood up and the view of the empty chair in the place where his face should be was highly disturbing.

“That is not good.” Y/N said out loud something that all of them already knew. Her presumptions turned out to be right a second later when the shouting and yelling reverberated through the speakers and a blur of black and green rushed into Dick’s room.

“hey, I want to join the fight too!” Jason started up and with a speed, Wally West could be jealous of involved in the mix of limbs and screams.

“Wait! I though Dick was in Bludhaven! Tim?”

“Not today. We’re all in the manor.”

“And you idiots were talking to me through four different computers?”

“Are you actually surprised?”

“On second thought, not at all.” She sighed. It’s a good thing you are the reasonable one here…..”

“There you are, Timmy” now the situation has turned as it was Dick who appeared in the door of Tim’s bedroom “you are not getting out of this. If you want Y/n to yourself you have to fight me.”

“And me!” Jason tackled Dick to the ground with a loud thump

“Losers!” Damian jumped over their bodies and came right at Tim

Because of their actions, Y/N was the only one who noticed two men stepping from the shadows and exchanging some words. Apparently Bruce wasn’t capable of putting the boys in their places and asked Alfred to try this instead. And a single grunt from the butler did a miracle as all of them stood up and started explaining and apologizing. Funny as it was, Y/N knew that with Bruce’s arrival she was heading straight towards preaching from her father.

“Y/N.”

“Hello Bruce.”

“Did you break his arm?”

“You broke his arm?” Dick was halfway out but turned back immediately

“No.” Y/n shook her head “I broke his arm and hurt his legs.”

“Don’t forget that you also demolished his dorm room.”

“That wasn’t me. That was….”

“Did you go at him as a vigilante? Wow! Way to go, sis. Now I truly am proud of you.”

“Ok, both of you, out!” Bruce lost the rest of his patience pushing Dick and Jay away. “Now that we are alone…….” he sighed deeply closing the door tight

“I;m not sorry.”

“Oh, I know. And I’m not mad, because I’m sure you had a reason to do it. So tell me, why?”

“you…. you want to know ?”

“Of course. Look Y/n, I’m aware I won’t get a father of the year cup from you, but I care all right? Did that boy hurt you and you took retaliation? Just tell me….”

“He was talking shit about our family.”

“And you felt the urge to protect the Wayne’s honor?” Bruce smirked “this is so not like you.”

“Honor, my ass. We’ve lost that ages ago, Bruce. The only thing I was protecting was my sole privilege of mocking you. No one else is allowed to do it.”

“I’ll be sure not to tell your brothers that you miss them. “

“That would be most welcome.”

“And you have to know that we don’t miss you either, y/n.” father and daughter’s gazes met and they both nodded in silent agreement, right corners of their mouths lifting almost unnoticeable. “You coming to visit next week?”

***

Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong and that tingling sensation became unbearable the second she climbed the manor’s stairs and reach for the doorknob with a heartrate so fast it would send anyone else straight into cardiac arrest. Y/N however kept her cold blood, focusing on what may happened inside and considering her options and strategies for a potential fight.

She could not expect that the moment she opened the door four figures would jump out from the shadows making the noise that would bring the dead from behind the grave. It startled her and as a result she stumbled back, hitting the wardrobe and making it shake. She could not expect that on said wardrobe there would be packets and packets of paint and that those would fall down straight on her making her look like some abstractionism painting.

“I hate you all.” She muttered while her brothers run away in four different directions.

“Welcome home, miss Y/N” Alfred approached her with a tissue so she could at least wipe the paint from her eyes.

“Home.” She whispered “Yes, it definitely feels like it.”

It was good to be back.

But she was still going after them. .....

Later. When they would least expect it.

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bokutosbabe · 5 months ago

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I have no idea if this is where asks are sent but I am CRAVING some Oikawa or Ushijima figs rn 😍 OR EVEN DAICHI IM DESPERATE ID EAT UP ANYTHING YOU WRITE I BEG

AHAHA YOU FOUND THE PERFECT PLACE TO COME i love literally ALL of these characters but i chose to do ushijima since i’ve been wanting to write for him😻 i can always do the others if you want!!

Greatest in the League

a/n — i def put my own spin on this so i’m so sorry if it’s not exactly what you imagined😭🫶🏼 also made reader gn since a gender wasn’t specified . ALSO YES I MADE USHIJIMA OBLIVIOUS HE LITERALLY THOUGHT HINATA WAS GRIPPING ONTO BRAZIL BC HE WAS ON THE “OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD”

content — ushijima x gn! reader, ushijima and reader are married , fluff, set in time skip (at the olympics actually), secret relationship, honestly not much to talk abt, i think that’s it- lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — Ushijima Wakatoshi, wing spiker and outside hitter for the Olympic men’s volleyball team, has a secret. Something only two people in the entire world know of, including him.

✿.｡.“ where’s the trophy? ”.｡.✿

one point.

one point was all that separated Japans men’s volleyball team from the champion title. a singular point that rested on Japans side of the net. Ushijima watched as the other team served

one. komori’s perfect receive- no one expected any less

two. atsumu’s terrifyingly beautiful set, every spiker they had running for the ball.

three. straight to ushijima wakatoshi.

the ball smacked against his palm, and boom. The other team had no time to even react as the wing spiker all but slammed the ball onto the other side of the court.

23-25

“AND JAPAN TAKES IT ALL!!” the announcers could be heard from the booth they were seated in. While the other team had shuffled off the court, the japan’s team was celebrating- many arms thrown around Ushijima, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

where were you?

The paparazzi had flooded the court, taking pictures of all the players while the giant trophy of the world’s best team was brought out, and yet ushijima needed to see you first.

“good job wakatoshi!” the males ears caught the three words, turning around as he heard your voice- spotting you standing at the railing that separated the many onlookers from the court.

“hey ushiwaka we need to take a pic with the trophy- hey where are you going?” he heard hoshiumi’s voice loud and clear, but his focus was on a familiar face in the crowd—yours. Without a second thought, he pushed through the throng of reporters and fans, his powerful strides carrying him swiftly toward you.

if there was one thing you hadn’t expected from ushijima after all the years of being together, it was this. you watched in awe as he came running over, the determined look on his face softening the moment he reached you. He didn’t say a word, simply enveloping you in a tight hug, causing many eyes and cameras to be turned towards the both of you.

After getting married two years ago the two of you had decided to keep your life out of the public eye, i mean- ushijima wouldn’t want his beautiful partner to get bombarded with all the questions that were sure to come their way, but as of right now he couldn’t care less.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, much rather showing his feelings through actions, so that he did. the star player leaned down before pressing a kiss to your lips, the camera flashes going off in the split second the two of your lips were connected.

“what’s with the photos?” he asked you as his hands rested on your waist.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, so when he had a post game interview with many bombarding questions about the person he had kissed, he’d decided actions would speak louder than words.

let’s just say, twitter and all news articles were buzzing about the outside hitters showing his left ring finger being adorned with a silver wedding band during the interviews.

✿.｡.“ he just comes running over to me ”.｡.✿

it’s super short and i actually hate it. i’m so sorry it took this long😭

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #airy writes for haikyuu!#airy writes haikyuu 🏐#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #airy answers asks :)#haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x reader fluff #ushijima x gn! reader #gn! reader #haikyuu x gn!reader

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dietcokegirly12 · 28 days ago

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“You Gamble Your Cards, I'll Gamble My Heart”

featuring sigma (づ_ど)

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art credits: @capecat._ and @uta200354

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hes so beautiful guys like pls I'm gonna get him pregnant

i honestly hate this but oh well "( – ⌓ – )

tags: voyeurism (they get caught), inexperienced sigma, oral (fem receiving), lap sitting, not too muchh

word count: 2.5k

KINKTOBER OCT. 27 ⋆₊☽ 𓃠 ☾₊⋆

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Of course you knew Sigma. How could you not? He was owner of the Sky Casino, an incredible gambler, and had never lost a match to anyone in his entire life.

Yet, though his popularity and status were extremely high, nobody truly knew the elusive man behind the purple and white hair.

He was polite to everyone, and made a point to know all of his customer's names, even going so far as to memorize their corresponding room numbers. But there was something about him that remained hidden, a side no one had ever truly seen or knew of.

He didn't seem to exist beyond the boundaries of the Sky Casino, and on the rare occasions that you did get to speak with him, he was always polite, making pleasant small-talk before finding a way to excuse himself away from you.

And as the months drew on, you found yourself beginning to search for him in the throngs of people gambling away, his strange elusiveness drawing you in toward him like the cards he shuffled in his hands.

Which is why, on that fateful day you found yourself challenging him to an exclusive match between the two of you, something you had been working up to for months now, always managing to find a way to back out at the last second.

But today it was happening.

Approaching the man nervously, you twist your hands behind your back, hoping you don't horribly embarrass yourself and become banned from the casino forever.

"Hello?"

He turns around, and upon noticing you standing before him, gives you a slightly tight-lipped smile, nodding politely. "Yes?"

"I would like to challenge you to a match, if you’re willing. Do you accept?"

As he tilts his head, studying you in slight curiosity, you rush to add, "Of course I understand if you're busy, being the owner and all. It was just a..."

"I'd love to." He cuts you off simply, beginning to head away toward his room. "I'm busy right now, but I'll meet you back here around eight, is that good for you?"

You stare at him for a moment, your cheeks heating up. You never, in a thousand years, expected him to say yes, but now that he had, you weren't sure what to do. "Oh! Okay!" You call after him, turning awkwardly around to the people staring at you, wondering why someone like you of all people had been accepted to play a match with the ever-evasive manager. Honestly, you were wondering that too but now that it was finally happening, you couldn't find it in you to think too hard.

Eagerly you turn on your heel, heading to get dressed for the evening that laid ahead of you.

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You headed down the long hallway leading to the main room of the casino, the place where most of the gambling went on.

It's loud, people laughing, a few of them drinking as they trade cards, chips, and coins, playing an assortment of games ranging from Blackjack to Russian Roulette, the occasional scream of someone losing every penny to their name ringing out through the air.

You had put on a tight-fitting black dress, accentuating your curves in an effort to impress Sigma, though you weren't sure exactly what you were expecting. After all, he had never lost, so weren't you just going to embarrass yourself? And in front of him, your long-time crush no less.

No matter. At least you would finally get to speak with him.

On your way, you thought carefully about what approaches you would take to try and figure him out, and effectively close the cool distance he keeps from all his customers, to learn more about the fleeting image he portrayed.

Once you did figure him out, his allure would fade, and you'd be able to get over your little crush. Or so you thought.

As you come to a halt at the entrance of the room, your gaze raking over the crowd of people as you scan for Sigma, you finally spot him off to the side, amiably chatting with one of the regulars, his soft chuckles being heard from across the room.

Eagerly, you cross over to his side, stopping just short to patiently wait for his conversation to end.

He turns toward you slightly and with a polite goodbye to the man, now grants you his full attention for the first time that night.

You swallow nervously, unsure of what to say as you shift your feet. "Uh h-hi my name is..."

"I know who you are." He interrupts you, voice noticeably breathier from the stuffy air in the room, you assume, as his eyes flick between you and a nearby open table. "I always make sure to..."

"Memorize your clients' names." You finish for him, tilting your head. "I know."

He blushes slightly. "Well, seems like you know just about as much of me, as I do you."

You almost scoff at his little display of modesty. "Are you kidding me? Everybody knows about you. You're the owner of this place! Which leads me to my next question, why did you accept my invite? I mean, of course I want to play you, but practically everyone in this entire building does. And I'm sure you have better stuff to do than this."

He steps slightly closer to you, the sweet, ambrosial scent of him vaguely resembling patchouli, overwhelming your senses as your breathing automatically becomes heavier from his proximity.

"I could ask you the same question. Why do you want to gamble with me? If I'm as good as you say, why take the risk of even asking in the first place?"

You swallow, your eyes flicking between his beautiful, magenta eyes, never having observed them up close before. "Why don't you play me and find out?"

His lips curve up at the insinuation, and he leans back, studying you. "Alright." he finally says, drawing you toward a more secluded part of the room, away from the humdrum murmurs and overlapping chatter of the gambling crowd.

It's dimly lit in the shadowed corner, but enough so for you to see him clearly and the way his features furrow in concentration as he reaches for a stranded deck of cards someone had left behind, shuffling through them effortlessly. You can't help but notice his long, slender fingers, and the way they skillfully flip through the cards, your mind beginning to spiral into less-than-pure thoughts about them working in other ways.

He clears his throat, breaking you out of your lust-filled haze as your eyes fly up to his face guiltily.

"So..." he starts, eyes never leaving the cards. "What game are we going to play?"

You shift in your seat slightly. "You pick."

"No, I insist." He says courteously, settling the deck of neatly shuffled cards face-down on the table. "You're my guest."

"I invited you." You protest, but quickly wither as he fixes you a look. "Fine... I guess Poker."

Nodding in satisfaction at your choice, he removes the top card of the deck, before evenly distributing the correct number of cards.

"We don't have any chips to bet with, and since we're playing for the first time, we can just use our imaginations."

You nod in agreement, and the game starts.

As the match progresses, you quickly become aware of how painfully skilled he is, his crisp words of "call" and "raise" the only sounds aside from your soft breaths.

The game ends with him winning, of course, with a straight flush, and you with a measly two pair.

Rather than triumphantly grinning at you however, or announcing his win loudly like you expect him to, he grants you a kind smile. "Rematch?"

You nod, puzzled by his seeming enjoyment of playing with you, but agreeing nonetheless.

Over the course of hours, which seems to fly by like mere minutes to you, you play several games with Sigma, all of which he wins easily, but rather than getting frustrated, you're simply happy to be in his company, and gradually over time, he begins talking to you, really talking.

"I've always loved gambling." he admits quietly, the soft shuffling of his cards the only other sound in the room. "It's always just come naturally to me, a sort of talent for knowing exactly what the other person is going to do, and the correct strategy I should take."

You soften at his words, a small blush creeping over your cheeks. "I've never been much good at it, but I suppose the risk of losing everything has always been fascinating to me."

He puts down his cards for a moment, studying you then. "If you're aware you don't gamble well, then why are you living at the Sky Casino, the biggest gambling capitol in the world?"

Your blush deepens and you shift a bit, trying to choose your next words carefully. "I've always been curious about you, Sigma. No one really knows you and what you do, aside from the fact you're the owner of this place. There's just something so enticing about you, and I can't quite figure out what."

As you speak, you notice his body slowly leaning more and more toward you, his face now hovering mere centimeters from yours.

Your eyes widen, and you laugh nervously fidgeting in your seat. "I-I mean to say, you're just interesting and..."

You break off in a soft gasp that quickly morphs into a moan as he clumsily presses his mouth to yours, clearly inexperienced by the way his lips part hesitantly, brushing his tongue gently against your bottom lip.

You instantly grant him entry, your mouth opening against his as the kiss turns sloppy, your tongues messily clashing together as he tries to devour your mouth with his hungrily.

And just as suddenly as he kissed you, he draws back away again, only strings of drool connecting you both as you stare at him, lips slightly bruised and kiss-bitten.

"You wanna know the real reason I agreed to play with you tonight?" His glimmering purple eyes search yours desperately, one hand coming to brush your hair gently. "I've noticed you many, many times before, always having to keep my distance to restrain myself. But tonight, after you asked me, I just couldn't anymore."

Biting your lip softly as you stare down at the flushed man before you, you rise from your seat, not bothering to go around, your dress riding up higher on your thighs as you crawl over the table toward him, scattering cards everywhere in the process.

Sigma’s eyes widen as you make it over to him, and quickly come to straddle his lap, facing him with a sly smirk curling up the corner of your lips.

Before he can protest though, you pull him into another kiss, this one more gentle as you savor the syrupy taste of him, exploring his mouth with your tongue slowly, and tasting him thoroughly.

One hand comes down to the bulge in his pants pressing against you, and slowly you begin pulling down his zipper, your other hand coming to brush against the large tent he's sporting, drawing in a breath at just how big he felt.

However, he instantly draws back, panting. "N-no w-we can't.."

You make a pretend pout at him, shifting across his lap, as you slightly grind over him making his head fall back with a groan.

"Oh come onn. I lost every game and therefore I owe you a lot, wouldn't you say?"

He whines softly in response, shaking his head slightly. "D-don't owe me anything."

Grinning you lift yourself to sit on the edge of the gambling table, your legs coming to either side of his hips. "Okay, then why don't you give me something?"

Sigma swallows, looking at you desperately. "B-but I-I've never..."

You smile, as his hands come up to hesitantly grip your thighs, nervousness clearly reflected in his face, the first sign that he's beginning to give in.

You lay down on top of the table, spreading your legs further to give him a nice view of the lacy panties you're wearing underneath your dress, as his large hands slide up your dress further.

"A-are you s-sure?" he stammers, fingers hooking in your waistband uncertainly.

You hum in response, lifting your hips to help him tug down your panties all the way down your legs, and spreading yourself wider, displaying your pretty, dripping pussy to him.

He inhales sharply at the sight, instinctively leaning his head forward, soft hair falling onto your thighs as he studies you for a moment, as if committing you to memory.

Impatiently, you try to arch yourself up more toward Sigma, and slowly his mouth comes closer, soft breaths fanning across your sensitive, weeping cunt.

Tentatively, his tongue darts out to savour you, instantly moaning into you at how unexpectedly, incredibly good you tasted.

Wasting no time at all, his hesitance is quickly forgotten as he buries his face between your plushy thighs, alternating between long, languorous stripes to pressing his whole mouth on you, tongue lapping fervently, as his groans reverberate through you.

You shudder, arching up more as he quickly learns which places make you squirm the most and begins ruthlessly smothering his tongue over them.

You cry out softly, hands reaching out to grip into his long, soft hair, thighs clamping tightly around him, and causing another whiny moan to slip out of his mouth, as he nestles himself further into your sweet cunt.

Mindlessly, Sigma's eager hands push your dress up more to explore more of your body, hands splaying across your stomach as he never falters, only seeming to go faster, encouraged by the high-pitched moans and whines leaving you at an increasing frequency, legs quivering around his head.

“F-fuck! Jus’ like that!” You pant, eyes rolling back in your head.

Sigma adjusts himself into a better position, and through the white-hot haze of pleasure he's giving you, you notice the way he's needily humping into the table, trying to get some friction as a form of relief for his throbbing cock.

And as his tongue lathers against you again and again, eager for more and already pussy-drunk off the taste of you, you begin to grind against his face, his nose bumping your clit deliciously.

Your thighs smother him fully as your pleasure drowns out everything else and you can't do anything but drag your pussy all along his face, eyes rolling back as your hands fly out to steady yourself, cards fluttering every which way.

And finally as he flattens his tongue against your entire pussy, trying his best to taste all of you at once, it's over as you come all over his face with a cry, legs shaking as your coiling stomach finally releases, white blurring your vision.

You hear shaky breathing, and an obscenely slutty moan from the man between your legs, and of course, you're not stupid so it's in that moment that you realize he came too, untouched.

As you breathe heavily, trying to come down from your high, you hear heavy footsteps come to a stop right in front of your secluded little corner.

"What the hell! Sigma!"

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dullgecko · 2 months ago

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we have had human-sized Riz and Goblin bad kids but what about if they got hit by a spell that just swapped their races. not body so they are still in their body just as a different race. Fig - High Elf

Adaine - Goblin

Riz - Human

Fabian - Half-Orc

Kristen - Tiefling

Gorgug - Half-Elf

Gorgug is mostly fine if not a bit thrown off by the height change but overall all the least affected by the changes.

Adaine is also mostly fine but struggles with the sheer amount of sensory input from her heightened senses.

Riz is really thrown off without his tail for balance and the padding on his feat to help with stealth and ends up being shockingly unstable for a while when having just been swapped

Fabain like Riz struggles with balance being in a body much bulkier and stronger than he's used to

Kristen is mostly fine her balance gets surprisingly better with a tail but a surprising amount of mental issues come with turning into something your parents called evil for all your life

Fig is nearly as mentally messed up as Kristen being thrown into a body that resembles the one from before her infernal heritage revealed itself (granted it's high elf vs wood elf but it still hits hard)

Fig doesn't notice the change until she walks past a reflective surface and sees herself. No horns, teeth not pointy, skin more pink than red. She looks like 'herself' again and gets a little teary.

Adaine has done this whole song and dance before so at least she's expecting it this time. She borrows Rizs light filtering glasses and gorgugs headphones and just gets on with it. Bonus that her team mates can pick her up when she gets tired of basically jogging everywhere (she gets why Riz is so fond of backpack rides now).

Riz HATES this. His balance is fucked, he's loud and clumsy, he can't hear anything, can't smell anything, everything is DARK and food tastes bad. He gets it now. Humans are assholes 90% of the time because everything SUCKS. He's failing stealth checks because he can't tell how much noise he's making and people keep sneaking up on him. Jumpy and snappy and even his bites do no damage (sometimes its not even an instinct thing he just wants to bite). Has no claws and cant get purchase for climbing. 0/10.

Fabian is feeling pretty un-graceful right now and the extra strength takes some getting used to. He WAS initially pleased because Riz was close to his height but shelved any plans he had pretty quick when, to stop Riz faceplanting when he stumbled, he grabbed his arm and fully broke the bone. (He would have laughed when Riz bit him in reaction if he didn't feel so bad about hurting him.)

Kristen keeps biting her tongue with her sharper teeth or sitting on her tail. She kind of likes the cool skin colour but had such a visceral reaction when she saw her reflection with horns that's she's been avoiding mirrors since. Has to go to Jawbone to talk about it because she was close to a breakdown.

Gorgug is the only one enjoying himself this time. He now knows why Fabian is "like that". He feels pretty and graceful and still has a decent amount of strength.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #bad kids

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abarbaricyalp · 2 months ago

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A Precious Few, These Precious Days I'll Spend With You 🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂

"Hey, Uncle Sam? Why are people on the internet mad that you and Bucky broke up?" Cass asked as he sat beside Sam on the front porch and dug out pumpkin seeds from the giant bowl of pumpkin mush.

"'Cause people think they're entitled to an opinion about our lives just because we're in the news a lot," Sam answered and deposited more pumpkin insides directly where Cass had just been almost done with the seeds.

Cass scowled at the bowl but got over it quickly. "Yeah, no, I know that one. You've said that one before," he agreed. "Mostly I meant, why do people on the internet think you and Bucky broke up?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked in his sneaky-not-sneaky way. The way he always tried to prod for gift ideas while thinking he was being cool about it. He was never cool about it. "You know Bucky is working with a new boss and we decided that was an irreconcilable difference."

Cass rolled his eyes so hard he thought he'd prove his mama right and get them stuck like that. "You're really gonna try'n lie to me, Uncle Sam? He's stealing my Fig Newtons. I saw him the other night. No one else eats those except me and him."

"How is Bucky stealing your cookies from my kitchen?" Sam asked, not cool at all. His not-sneaky side eye had disappeared and now he was staring into the pumpkin like there was anything in it. "He lives in DC now."

"Oh, yeah," Cass added. He wiped his hand on his jeans and ignored Sam's half hollered objection to that. He pulled out his phone and then pulled up a screenshot from a video call. "That's the kitchen you designed, right?" he asked, showing Sam the pretty kitchen Bucky had been walking through on their call.

"Why are you face timing my ex?" Sam asked, reaching to snatch the phone away.

"I'm trying to convince him to cut his hair." Cass kept his phone out of Sam's reach. "And! And-- and that's your head, isn't it?" he added, sliding to another picture and zooming in on a blurry spot over the back of Bucky's couch. He scooted a step away before showing his phone this time.

"Since when do you talk to Bucky on the phone?"

Cass scoffed as he locked his phone back. "I've been talking to Bucky on the phone since the first night he stayed here," he said. "He used to sneak AJ and me snacks after bedtime."

"Of course he did. I don't know what you think you know but you don't know it."

Cass pretended to count out the logic in that sentence and gave up. "What I know is: You and Bucky never broke up. He's still coming down to see you and you see him up in DC. You two made this house together and you made one up there together too. Which is so unfair. That's two of everything! Did you make sure there's a good climbing tree up there? When can I go see it? The house, not the tree. But, yeah, the tree too."

"You can't go see it. It's Bucky's house, not mine. I've never been there." Sam stood, setting aside the pumpkin hastily and retreating inside. "I was stealing your cookies and Bucky obviously just has a type," he said as the screen door shut between them.

Cass scrambled to his feet too, bringing both bowls of pumpkin insides with him before the squirrels could eat all of the seeds like they did last year. He struggled with the door and Sam was no help, but he did get inside. He set the bowls into the sink-- the same kind of farm sink Bucky had in his videos-- with a clatter and followed his uncle into the sun room.

"You're allergic to figs; you're not stealing my cookies. And I think Bucky's type begins and ends with you."

Sam sputtered out an indignation that wasn't actually words. He kept fiddling with his record player and Cass thought about telling him not to turn up the volume to drown out the conversation. He thought about telling him that was the same silly thing AJ did and AJ wasn't even a preteen yet and did he really want to be acting like a kid? Except, yeah, probably. Mama and Sam fought like kids all the time, even though they were always fussing at Cass and AJ to act their ages and behave.

"How come you're pretending to be broken up?" Cass insisted before Sam could get the record set. "It's not like it's gonna fool anyone. Not saying y'all were dating in the first place never fooled anyone."

Sam sighed and set the record down on the cradle but didn't lower the needle. "It's safer this way."

Cass made a face and crossed his arms. He'd turned fifteen two months ago (and there'd been a mysterious package left for him in the kitchen with a note in Bucky's old timey scrawl, imagine that) and everyone kept saying he had become a fine young man. But the old ladies from church still giggled and cooed when he stood like this and tried to tell AJ anything. 'Playing at being grown' they always said. He was really going for more of the fine young man right now.

"Safer like how it was safer for you to move back to DC after you became Captain America?" he asked. "And then you had to come back to save the day anyway?"

Sam shot him a sharp look but he didn't argue. Cass had never met his grandfather and he couldn't remember his daddy much at all, but he was pretty certain that look was down deep in the Wilson Family bones, genetic and otherwise. Still, he prodded closer.

"Do you really think neither of you are gonna go running as soon as the other is in trouble? Or that your bosses and all the other heroes don't know?"

"Cassius Adam," Sam warned.

Cass let out a huff. "I'm not gonna tell anyone. I didn't even tell AJ or mama. AJ would sit up looking for him all night of he thought he might be around."

Sam kind of flinched and Cass wasn't sure why. He hadn't meant it in a mean way. He wasn't even really being mean to AJ. It was just true. AJ was obsessed with Bucky and would search for him in every shadow if he might be there.

"Good, you shouldn't tell anyone," Sam said instead of addressing anything else more important that Cass had been talking about. "Remember how he used to play spies with you? Play spies again. You can't talk to anyone about anything he's doing. Even if it's just hanging out in the kitchen or whatever."

Cass already knew all of that. That's why he hadn't said anything. He'd been living with Captain America and the Winter Soldier for more than three years now. He knew how to handle it. It was kind of insulting that Uncle Sam didn't think he had this down pat.

"I'm not gonna spill," he said. "But you shouldn't lie either. What if something happens and mama doesn't know what to do, huh?"

"Happens with what?" Sam asked. He leaned back against the record stand and crossed his arms, a mirror of Cass, just a little to the left. "With Bucky? That has nothing to do with you, your brother, or your mama, alright?"

"No, but it has to do with you. What if you go running off to save him and something happens and you didn't tell anyone anything 'cause you're pretending like you don't like each other? Then what?"

"And you think that rescuing me is gonna be your responsibility?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Cass felt his cheeks heat a little. Yes, yes he did, actually. He was getting old enough for it. Elijah wasn't that much older than him when Sam first met him. "It's gotta be somebody's responsibility," he answered levelly, instead of saying any of that, cause that would just lead to a new lecture and possibly getting grounded for the rest of his life.

"It's not your responsibility," Sam corrected. "I've got grown ups helping me. Your responsibility is geometry." He pushed himself off of the record stand. The record was still on it, which Cass knew would drive Sam nuts once he remembered it in a few hours.

"If you're saving Bucky, who has your back?" Cass countered as Sam tugged on one of his curls and walked by.

"Torres," Sam answered easily.

"Nuh-uh," Cass argued. "Torres isn't an adult. You said he can't even babysit 'cause he'll let us try the wings." Cass followed after Sam back into the house and into his bedroom. He pointedly tossed one of Bucky's hoodies from the floor into the hamper.

Sam ignored him. "Just 'cause I don't trust Torres to keep you two on the ground doesn't mean I don't trust him for other things."

"That doesn't even make sense. Uncle Sam!" he whined and threw himself across the bed dramatically. He clutched the edges of the old Wilson quilt (which Sam had totally stolen from the house when he moved out) and rolled twice to wrap himself in it. "You're supposed to have backup. Bucky is your backup."

Sam pulled down the top edge of the quilt so he could see Cass's face. He sat beside him and rubbed at the approximate location of Cass's shoulder. "You're really worried about me, huh?"

"No," Cass lied. "I just don't like you and Bucky lying to us. I don't like you two being separate either. It's easier knowing you have each other's backs."

"Well, sometimes things happen and we can't have the security blanket we want," Sam started to explain, choosing his words carefully. "Bucky and I are both going to be okay, even if we aren't together. And sometimes a little bit of a lie can help. Superheroes. A little bit of a lie can help superheroes, not fifteen year olds. Bucky is running his own mission and having Captain America on his tail constantly isn't going to help him. And the same thing for me. Captain America needs a little bit of distance from what Bucky's doing."

Cass glowered and flipped the blanket over his face again. "That's lying," he insisted. "Nothing good comes from lying."

"I can't believe your mama is keeping that old phrase going," Sam sighed. "Look, can you be bribed?"

Cass lowered the blanket down again. "With what?"

"I'll let you know when he's around and it's safe, alright? You can come hang out with us if you want. You can see that we're alright."

Cass watched his uncle's face for any sign of a lie and he parsed out the offer for any possible ways out of it. Sure, Sam could say every visit was too dangerous, but Cass was pretty certain he wouldn't.

"Like spies?" he asked cautiously. "Just us?"

"Just us until your brother puts it together too," Sam agreed. "Just like spies."

After a moment of more consideration, Cass nodded. "Fine. I'll stop complaining and I won't tell anyone about it unless something goes wrong."

Sam grimaced a little (Cass knew he wanted to argue with that part about things going wrong) but he nodded too. "It's a deal."

Cass flipped the blanket over his face again and did another half roll so he wasn't facing Sam. "Can we put cinnamon sugar on some of the seeds?" he asked. "I don't like it when they're all hot."

Sam laughed a little and he sounded kind of relieved at the change in conversation. "Sweet pumpkin seeds?" he asked. "I've never tried that before. I bet we can make it work."

Yeah, Cass thought to himself, they could make this work.

#sambucky #sam wilson #cass Wilson #wilson family #Wilson Family shenanigans

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atopvisenyashill · 1 month ago

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do you think grrm cares about elia? honestly the only reason i want young griff to be aegon is bc he's her babyboy :(

i think he genuinely cares about all his characters to be honest! and some of what we have gotten of elia speaks to a sympathy for what she went through. for example, when the artist Paolo Puggioni was depicting Rhaegar crowning Lyanna, these were the notes George gave him-

Jon Arryn and Robert and Lord Hunter joking a moment before what was happening dawned on them, Ned watching as Rhaegar was about to stop in front of his sister, mad Aerys glowering in the distance, Elia stiff-backed and trying to act as if nothing was wrong, Jon Connington probably looking vaguely sad, and so on.

Not only that, but we get a pointed non Dornish pov on how tacky Tywin is about the whole thing-

"Prince Doran comes at my son's invitation," Lord Tywin said calmly, "not only to join in our celebration, but to claim his seat on this council, and the justice Robert denied him for the murder of his sister Elia and her children." Tyrion watched the faces of the Lords Tyrell, Redwyne, and Rowan, wondering if any of the three would be bold enough to say, "But Lord Tywin, wasn't it you who presented the bodies to Robert, all wrapped up in Lannister cloaks?" None of them did, but it was there on their faces all the same. Redwyne does not give a fig, he thought, but Rowan looks fit to gag.

And of course, the entire Dornish plot enters the scene because of Elia's murder. One of the defining scenes of the series is Oberyn's fight with the Mountain after all and Oberyn is careful to make sure everyone knows exactly why he's so angry-

The Dornishman flung away his ruined shield, grasped the spear in both hands, and sauntered away. Behind him the Mountain let out a groan, and pushed himself onto an elbow. Oberyn whirled cat-quick, and ran at his fallen foe. "EEEEELLLLLLIIIIIAAAAA!" he screamed, as he drove the spear down with the whole weight of his body behind it. The crack of the ashwood shaft snapping was almost as sweet a sound as Cersei's wail of fury, and for an instant Prince Oberyn had wings. The snake has vaulted over the Mountain. Four feet of broken spear jutted from Clegane's belly as Prince Oberyn rolled, rose, and dusted himself off. He tossed aside the splintered spear and claimed his foe's greatsword. "If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells," he promised.

I definitely understand some of the doomerism surrounding Elia. Especially post show, where the Dornish plot is just completely and totally botched, and loses it's center - but the thing is the center is Elia. That's why the Dornish plot made sense; she is important to their narrative and cutting this down means it was a story without a heart. I don't think George gave Oberyn his Inigo Montoya moment just for funsies; he did it because he's writ a story that revolves around a family's hunt for justice for her murder and what that hunt means, what justice even means in this situation-

But the Red Viper of Dorne was back on his feet, his long spear in hand. "Elia," he called at Ser Gregor. "You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Now say her name."

And while I love to bash the show, I do think they did a good job adapting this scene. I can't find the gifset that talked about it of course but during the fight, he very explicitly turns his back on the Mountain to look right at Tywin. He knows damn well who gave the order, everyone knows, and he lays the blame right at Tywin's feet where it belongs.

Not only that, but Ned thinks about Elia quite frequently. Ned nearly pulled out of the war specifically because of what happened to Elia and her children, and feels justified in keeping Jon a secret because of it.

Ned rose and paced the length of the room. "If the queen had a role in this or, gods forbid, the king himself … no, I will not believe that." Yet even as he said the words, he remembered that chill morning on the barrowlands, and Robert's talk of sending hired knives after the Targaryen princess. He remembered Rhaegar's infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way the king had turned away, as he had turned away in Darry's audience hall not so long ago. He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.

Elia is what drives Oberyn, Doran, and Arianne. Elia is a driving force in the themes of justice and vengeance throughout the story. I'm not saying she's George's favorite or anything (he has gone on record being like "my favorite child is tyrion" after all, lmao) but I do think he is invested in continuing to explore the way her murder affected Dorne and the repercussions of Robert forgiving Tywin and Gregor for their crime.

#also 'the sun's son' listen. it's aegon. don't give a fuck what anyone says i'm going to my grave saying that aegon is the sun's son #and jon is the mummer's dragon!#asks #anons #elia nymeros martell #the ghost of elia martell

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miley1442111 · 28 days ago

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reaction confession- r.cameron (part 5)

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summary: a confession makes things even more confusing…

a/n: this takes place in a au where the stuff that happens in the show doesn't happen :) (also sorry this took so long to update, loads of stuff has been happening in my personal life that has put my hobbies in the back burner :)

tropes: childhood bestfriends to lovers, enemies to lovers

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, jj maybank x reader (dw, not for long)

(use of Y/n, and the nickname Bunny/ bun (but i promise not in a weird way there's a story to it i swear it's not just one of those weird smut things))

warnings: mentions of drugs and drug use and drinking, fighting, cursing, Richard is a dick, rafe's mental health, reader is going through it, reader is going through it, talks of sex and feeling regret after it, mentions of dead parents and sibling, rafe being jealous, rafe is also going through it, rafe treats reader like crap, talk of nudes, mentions of sex, kissing,(and I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe was not a nice drunk. He was not a nice person, full stop. At least, that’s what he thought.

It was early to be getting drunk, but he didn’t care. Barry didn’t have any coke, and the Country Club didn’t care how drunk he got, he was a Cameron for fuck’s sake.

“Another,” he slurred at Jj. “Thanks.”

Jj placed yet another beer in front of Rafe. God, Jj was almost pitying him. Rafe used to be the ‘cool guy’. Everyone wanted to be friends with him, correction, everyone wanted to be friends with him and you.

Why weren’t you responding? Jj had texted you 4 hours ago. He checked his phone again.

“Why do you keep checking your phone?” Rafe asked. No snark, no rude tone, just a genuine question. Jj might as well indulge him.

“Waiting for a message,” he shrugged.

“Who from?”

“Y/n,” Jj answered, drying a glass.

“Why are you texting Y/n?” Rafe questioned, confused.

“We’re hooking up? I think, but I'm not sure. We hooked up last night, but now she’s not responding.”

Rafe was sober. His blood boiled. His mind raced. “Oh.”

You and Jj. You and Jj fucked. Jj fucked you. You fucked Jj. It made Rafe sick. How the fuck did he let that happen? You were with him yesterday, and he made you run off and fuck Jj.

How did he keep messing everything up?

“Right,” he nodded, and walked off, back to his table with the rest of the boys.

“I was trying to text Bunny,” Richard, one of the newest Kook boys sighed. “Yeah, she just… she’s blanking me dude. It’s so shit,”

“Sounds like what she did to you, huh?” Kelce smirked, turning to Rafe.

“She didn’t ghost me,” Rafe answered, speaking lowly.

“What?” Kecle scoffed.

“I ghosted her.”

“You fucking liar,” Topper chuckled. “I fucking knew it.”

“Doesn’t mean she isn’t fucking ghosting Rich, dipshit,” Rafe shot back, his anger rising.

Then Richard’s phone dinged. He turned it over and a message from you sat on the screen.

Y/n: Please stop texting me about nudes, I’m not sending you shit.

Rafe saw red.

“You motherfucker,” Rafe shook his head, voice low and slow. He leaned over the bar and grabbed him by the collar. “If you ever, and I mean ever fucking see you near her again, I will genuinely kill you Richard. I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Relax man, it’s not a big deal-“

“Did you fucking hear me?”

“You can’t control her-“

“But I can control you,” that ended the conversation. At least, he thought it did. That was until Richard swung at him, and something in Rafe told him not to fight back.

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He looked like shit. Busted lip, blown up eye, and a split eyebrow. He knocked on your door, just needing you. He may have also gotten extremely drunk on his way to your house… just maybe.

You opened the door and gasped, immediately bringing a hand up to examine him. “Holy shit, Rafe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go,” he mumbled as you took him in. You sat him on your kitchen counter and began the tedious process of cleaning him up.

“You shouldn’t be fighting Rafe,” you scoffed. “Fucking hell Rafe.”

“‘M sorry baby,” he muttered.

“This is ridiculous, what were you even fighting about?”

“You.”

You stopped cleaning his eyebrow, staring at him.“Richard.”

He nodded, his hands circling your waist. “He’s not going near you again.”

“Rafe…”

“I didn’t fight him back,” he explained. “I’m being better for you. I’m not scary, I promise. ‘Don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’d never hurt you Bun, you know that right? ‘Never fucking hurt you.”

You felt bad for him, more than anything. You placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m not afraid of you Rafe. You’re just… rough sometimes.”

“I’ll be gentle, I just need you Bun. I love you Bunny.”

“Don’t say that,” you sighed. “Don’t stay things you don’t mean,” you contrived cleaning up his face, but he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm.

“I mean it. ‘Fucking love you. You’re my everything Bun-“

“Rafe.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you chuckled. “Just let me clean you up, and we can talk in the morning.”

“Can I stay?”

“I’m hardly letting you walk home like this,” you shook your head.

You cleaned him up, gave him an old hoodie of your dads and brought him into your room. “Lie down Rafe, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Don’t leave me-“

“I’ll be in the next room,” you sighed.

“Bunny!” He whined.

“4 minutes,” you promised. You left him in your bed and started beating up some random freezer food that you could find. Then, the reality of the situation hit you. Rafe was in your bed, bruised and banged up, he told you he loved you, he asked you out, and he told you he needed you.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said, low, sober now. He leant against the doorframe, watching you like prey.

“I’m not,” you sighed. “It was just… a lot earlier. Alright?”

“I’m not scary to you, right?” He questioned. “You’re not afraid of me, right?”

You could hear his footsteps getting closer, his presence engulfing you. You could smell the liquor off him, practically taste it. You could hear his breathing, low and steady. You could feel his footsteps on the wooden floor. He was so close he could touch you if he tried to.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you answered, turning around and looking him in the eyes. “You’re just rough sometimes.”

He nodded, his eyes filling with tears. He believed you, he truly did. But he didn’t deserve your kindness, he didn’t deserve you to be so fucking nice to him.

“Oh, Rafe,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him closer. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not alright,” he cried, the dam breaking. “It’s not alright.”

He picked you up and put you on the counter, burying his face in your neck as you held him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, brushing through his buzz cut slowly.

“I abandoned you,” he whispered. “And I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “That was a long time ago-“

“No it wasn’t! You should be angry with me, you should hate me, I fucking hate me! I left you! When you fucking needed me, I left you. Even after I swore to protect you, even after I promised your parents that I’d be there for you. I left you. And I’m so fucking sorry Bun,” he pulled himself out of your arms and started pacing the kitchen.

“I don’t know what you want me to say-“

“Anything! Get fucking angry, hit me, I don’t know! Just hate me, so I can stay away from you!”

“I don’t fucking hate you Rafe-!”

“Hate me!”

“Alright fine, you want me to hate you?” You scoffed, getting pretty tired of this shit. “Why the fuck did you do it Rafe?”

He stood still.

“Why did you read my messages? Why didn’t you reply? Why didn’t you show up to the funeral? Why didn’t you tell everyone on this insane fucking island that you ghosted me, not the other way around?! Why didn’t you listen to my voicemails? Why didn’t you pick up the fucking phone when I needed you?! Why do you fucking hate me so much?!”

He was silent.

“Why did you make me question my worth, my personality, my life, and fucking everything else at the age of 15!? And do you want to know the kicker? I would’ve fucking married you, if you’d have stuck around for me. I was so fucking in love with you when I left, that I blamed myself for you not responding. I thought I got too boring, too annoying, too clingy. No. I was just a teenage girl who wanted her best friend, and wanted her crush to like her back. And I won’t fucking apologise for that Rafe.”

“You liked me back?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes!”

He again stood silent.

“Go to bed Rafe. I’ll bring in some food,” you sighed, knowing the productive part of the conversation was over (if you could even call it productive).

He followed your instructions, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You thought about it all. He had been in love with you too. Yet he left you.

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Rafe sat on your bed, eating the leftovers in silence. You sat at your desk.

“Come here,” he begged. You did. Of course you did.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, pulling you in.

And he kissed you.

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soupwoopsage · 11 months ago

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I’d Love Nothing More

pairing: sebastian sallow x reader

summary: it’s the beginning of your 7th year, your final year at hogwarts and the future starts to seem a bit scary. you and sebastian have a talk about your feelings that leads to a little something more

warnings: fluff :)

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“sebastian! there you are!” you say excitedly seeing your best friend walking out of the defense against the dark arts tower

“there you are y/n” he says back with a small smile “did you need me for something?”

“i was going to ask you how you fared in your first day of classes” you said walking right up to the curly headed man

“not bad, and you?”

“pretty boring” you giggle while grabbing his hand

“come with me, i found us a good table in the library to look at our schedules together. Ominis should be meeting us there” you say guiding him towards the library

as you were walking up the spiral staircase inside the library, towards your designated table you realize that you are still holding sebastian’s hand…and you have been for the entire walk there…

you blush slightly and let go of his hand “i didn’t realize i was still holding your hand, sorry…” you apologize

“i didn’t mind at all” he says giving you a smirk

you look at him with a shy smile and go to put your bag onto the table

“i wonder when ominis is going to get here…” you say wondering where the blonde haired boy may be

“what, is my company not enough?” sebastian asks while ploping himself down on a seat

“your company is more than enough, trust me” you say sitting right next to him

“oh is it now? i’ll be sure to keep that in mind” he says, leaning back into the chair with his arms behind his head

you and sebastian have had an unspoken connection ever since you first arrived your fifth year. After all that has happened with Ranrok, professor Fig, and Anne, it didn’t seem appropriate for you two to start a relationship right away. You were both going through a loss and many mixed emotions to even realize that you two wanted to be together. It took about all of your sixth year together to fully heal from some wounds, with the help of ominis of course. The three of you were practically inseparable but there was always something between you and sebastian that just hasn’t been brought up yet.

You always had the thought of bringing it up whenever you two were together, and now that it’s your final year you want nothing more than to talk about your feelings with him.

It’s hard to tell how he feels about the situation, one moment he is flirting with you until your ears turn completely red and the next moment it’s “you are my best friend” and nothing more…

you look at sebastian and study his features

he’s leaning back on the chair with his eyes closed, sighing dramatically and rocking slightly back and fourth on his foot. you watch him lovingly, not realizing you are hardcore staring at him and yeah, he definitely feels the burning of your eyes.

“like what you see?” he asks before opening his eyes and catching you in the act

you turn away quickly and cough awkwardly

“oh come on I’m just teasing” he says putting his chair fully on the ground, leaning towards you

“i like that you stare at me. makes me feel worth looking at” he admits, smiling at you

you turn back to him, coming face to face with his brown eyes

“maybe i do like what i see” you say boldly, keeping your focus on his eyes

now he’s the one that feels shy, his cheeks getting hot as he stares into your eyes

“what am I going to do without you? surely we are to end up in the same place after hogwarts, right?” he says in a serious tone

you shake your head and look down at your bag “you don’t mean that, i can see you and ominis going somewhere together but-“

“i’m serious y/n, i don’t think i want to ever be apart from you” he admits still looking at you

you move your face back towards him again and shake your head no

“sebastian i don’t think you are serious” you say, not believing what he is telling you

“why would i lie to you y/n? when have i ever lied to you about my feelings” he continues

it was true, after these past few years the two of you have told each other everything. sebastian has never lied to you and has always been there to listen to you as well. It was pretty obvious to everyone around you that there is something there, the two of you just haven’t admitted it yet.

he wants to be where I am?

“and what exactly are your feelings?” you ask, readying yourself to have the conversation. it’s been a long time coming and you felt as if you wanted to pour your heart out right then and there

“my feelings? i feel like you already know…” he trails off

“but i want to hear it from you” you press, now looking at him intently

“well i know i want to be where you are, especially after we finish our final exams from here. I just know that i need to be where you are so i know you’re safe”

he rambles on, now looking down at the table

“i know it’s taken a long time to say anything but, it’s just been so hard with everything that has happened. If you want me to admit my feelings to you now then I will. I want to be with you y/n” he admits, still looking down at the table

“i’ve been waiting for long to hear that” you say, moving your hand towards his, grabbing it into your own

“sebastian i have felt something inside of me for so long, and i never knew when it would be the right time to say it but i feel like i don’t ever want to leave your side either. we have been through so much together and i just know that wherever you are, i want to be as well. but not just as your friend sebastian, as more” you admit, staring at your hands intertwining together

“this has turned into quite the serious conversation” he says jokingly, smiling at you

you look up at him and roll your eyes in a playful manner

“i dont think ominis is showing up any time soon” sebastian points out looking around you two “will you come with me?” he asks, tugging at your hands

“of course, where are we going?” you ask as he pulls you out of your chair

“somewhere away from peering eyes” he says guiding you out of the library and in the direction of the undercroft

you blush as he holds your hand through the halls, getting glances from other students standing around

he stands confident and even greets some friends, tugging you gently behind him. it made you feel good that he wasn’t trying to hide the two of you from everyone else

he guides you to the front of the undercroft and gains access for the both of you to walk in

“sebastian why are we coming here?” you ask, confused why he had to take you away from the library

“so i could do this” he says stopping in his tracks, turning around quickly and pushing you gently on the wall behind you

you close your eyes quickly, instantly understanding what was about to happen as soon as he had you against the wall

you feel his mouth hovering over your lips which has you screaming for him to hurry up inside of your head

“is this what you want y/n?” he asks in a low tone, still hovering over your lips

“more than anything” you admit in a whisper

finally you feel his lips, crashing into your passionately. you never felt such heat rise up to your face like that, but oh was it incredible.

there was so much passion and love radiating off you both, it was almost suffocating how amazing you felt in that moment.

soon he pulls away slowly, staring into your eyes breathlessly

“that’s what i wanted too” he says, still inches away from your face

you smile up at him, noticing that your hands made their way up to his hair where they were interlocked with his curls

“sebastian? y/n?” you hear ominis’ voice call out to you two and you both quickly pull away out of shock

“we are right here!” you say out loud to him, helping him guide himself over to you

“i searched for you two in the library” he says walking up to the both of you

“sorry we thought you weren’t coming, so we came down here” you say to him, walking a little closer

“so you come down here to do unspeakable things to each other?” ominis says with a slight grin

“wha-“ you look at him in shock

sebastian let’s out a laugh and walks towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder holding you close

“not that we were doing anything ‘unspeakable’ ominis, but i think i’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when i want” he says with a smirk

“oh do spare me the details i really don’t want to know” ominis says turning around

“let’s go back to the library we still have things to do” he says walking towards the exit

“girlfriend huh?” you say looking up at sebastian

“if that’s alright with you” he says walking forward with you still under his arm

“i’d love nothing more” you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek as the two of you walk out of the undercroft

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #y/n #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt

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the-solitary-child · 8 months ago

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Figueroth Faeth. Cheer Captain of her Middle School. The outgoing girl who went to every party and was friends with everyone. The bubbly girl who always wore pink and had a big smile on her face, the girl with the perfect mom and the perfect dad, who wouldent want a badass ranger as their mom and a sweet man who always greets her return home with a kiss to her forehead and a warm hug?

Figueroth has friends! Yeah sure their sometimes a bit mean, and they make comments about how she (and others) look but she has friends !!!

and at some point during winter break she starts getting these migraines, and at first they only last a few hours and then they last for days, and she gets forced to step down from the cheer team since last time she went to practice she ended up passing out because of how bad the migraines got

and yeah she got pity looks from her friends, and a few of them stopped talking to her as much as they used to but it was all fine because these stupid migraines would go away, its just part of puberty! right?

then her horns grew in. that was part of puberty too, right? growing horns? and a tail? why did her parents look at her like that? why did her mom turn and started apologizing to her dad, who in response just stood there looking the angriest hes ever looked in his life

she went back to school that following week, migraine still throbbing in her head, horns out for everyone to see. and all her friends ignored her.

she was looked at like a monster, like a freak, like the troublemakers her and her friends had giggled about in the past

In just one week, Figueroths life was turned upside down. No one wanted her. Not her friends, not her teachers, not her team, not her mom, who looked at her as if she had been the one to betray them, and not even her dad— Gilear. Gilear looked at her with a hatred she had never seen before.

Figueroth cried a lot from then on. She cried in her room with the door lock as her mom and d..Gilear, argued downstairs. She got tired of crying quickly and instead became angry.

She became angry at everyone and everything. She ripped the pop posters off her walls and painted the walls black with some shitty-probably-expired paint she found. She ripped up her pink girly clothes and threw them out, opting for clothes with rips and stains on them, ruined like she was. She sold all her her pop records, opting to buying a bass guitar with the money she had left over.

Figueroth Faeth was gone. No one wanted her. No one needed her, all she did was being misery and bettayal.

Fig is the one thats here now. Just Fig. No last name, because Gilear Faeth is not her father, It’s just Fig.

#dimension 20 #d20 fhyr #fantasy high #Fig Faeth #character analysis #im just so insane about fig man #shes so sad #:((#shes not done mourning who she used to be #d20 fig daeth #d20 fantasy high #fhjy #fhfy

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clangenrising · 1 year ago

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Month 8 - Leaffall

Russetfrond carried a pair of birds in his jaws as he strolled beside Goldenstar who led the way back to camp, carrying her own catch, a particularly fat mouse she had snagged last minute. He looked idly over swaying grass, pressing his ears back as they walked against the chilly Leaffall breeze, and let her chatter. It was a familiar old feeling; her talking as if silence was her enemy, him responding here and there. It was nice.

As they got closer to camp, talk turned to Oddstripe’s litter.

“I’m still trying to figure out exactly who I want to mentor the kits,” she said. “It’ll be my first apprentice ceremony as leader and I wanna make sure I do it right.”

“Mm,” he grunted in response.

“Yarrowshade said you knew exactly who you would pick,” she continued, meeting his gaze. “Is that true?”

“Mhm,” he tried for, hoping she’d leave it at that but knowing she wouldn’t.

“So, what are they?” she asked predictably. “If you care about the choices I make, you gotta say something, man.”

He sighed, disliking that he had to make his mouth form actual words again, and then grunted to clear his throat. “Floodkit I’d give to Nightfrost, Sparrow to Pantherhaze, and Barley to Ospreymask.”

“Huh,” she mused and he twitched an ear indignantly.

“What d’you mean, ‘huh’? You don’t like my placements?”

“No, no, I just wouldn’t have picked them myself,” she shrugged. “I feel like Ospreymask is too much of a kitsitter to them to be a good mentor. Y’know, same reason we don’t usually let cats mentor their own kits.”

“Fair point,” he conceded.

Her next question surprised him. “Would you like to mentor any of them?”

“Me?” he blinked, tail unfurling upward.

“Yeah, you, fish face,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re a good warrior and you deserve another apprentice.”

“I know that,” he said, unable to resist a little jab. “I just figured you’d give them to Yarrowshade and Scorch instead.”

Goldenstar let out a little growl. “Ugh, you’re still on about that? Just because you disagree with some of my choices doesn’t mean I’m just blindly doing whatever they tell me to, y’know.”

“So who are you planning to give them to?” he asked, sidestepping her comment.

She sighed in frustration and said, “I don’t know. But you’re at the top of the list. Now do you wanna mentor one of them or not?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” he shrugged.

“Any preference?”

He thought it over for a second. “Floodkit I guess. He’s got a lot of passion and ferocity. I think he’d make a great apprentice.”

“Interesting,” she hummed. “I’ll take it under advisement. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will,” he agreed.

Shortly after, they arrived back at camp and she left him to head into the Healers’ den. In the dusty center of camp, the kits were playing. Floodkit and Sparrowkit wrestled and chased each other, shouting about borders and territories and such. Barleykit sat at the edge of camp, watching her brothers with a dejected look on her face. Russetfrond decided to see what was troubling her and took one of the birds he had caught, a bright red cardinal, over to where she was sitting.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

Barleykit squeaked in surprise and nearly jumped to her feet. Recognizing him, she settled down again and said, “um, sure.”

He sat down next to her and said, “You seem upset. What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” she blushed, massive ears folding back. “I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?” he pressed gently as he started to pull the flight feathers from the cardinal. While it was normal to eat a bird feathers and all, he didn’t feel inclined to deal with the larger ones today and there was a methodical kind of pleasure in plucking them. Barleykit shuffled anxiously and looked askance.

“I’m worried about becoming an apprentice,” she admitted softly. “I don’t think I’ll be very good at it.”

“No one is good at it at first,” he shrugged, “that's why you have a mentor to teach you.”

“I guess,” she shuffled again. “I just… I don’t like rough games. I don’t wanna fight anybody. But I don’t care about herbs either. I’m worried I’m just gonna be a scaredy mouse my whole life.” Russetfroned hummed thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure what to tell her.

“Well,” he said, “being brave isn’t about not being scared. It’s about doing the scary thing anyway.” Barleykit sighed and looked down. It seemed that hadn’t helped to calm her worries at all. He looked down at his paws as he tried to gather his thoughts, and he spotted the scattered feathers. Something about their bright coloring sparked an idea in his mind.

“Here,” he said, plucking one of them from the ground. “See these feathers?”

“Yeah,” she said cautiously, eyeing them.

“These feathers are magic,” he said.

“Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked them over.

“Yep,” he nodded. “If you wear them on your fur they make you very brave.”

“Really?” she asked again. “I want some!”

“I dunno,” he feigned reluctance, “I was going to save them for myself…”

“Please?” she begged, “Please, please, please? I wanna be brave just like Floodkit!”

“Well… Okay,” he chuckled. “Here, hold still and I’ll put them in.” Barleykit sat up straight and lifted her head eagerly, posing in what he imagined she thought was a very brave position. He leaned forward and started to place feathers into her fur around her neck and shoulders.

After he’d placed as many as he cared to, he sat back and said, “There.”

She looked down at them, craning her neck to try and examine his handiwork, and said, “Wow. Do they look alright?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “You wear them well.” He leaned down to start eating but she leaped forward and put her paws on his food causing him to frown.

Before he could complain, she declared, “I wanna do you now!”

He closed his mouth, biting back on whatever irritation had risen in him. Taking a deep breath he said, “Okay, but put them in my tail okay?” Maybe that way, he reasoned, he could ignore it for the most part and finish his meal.

“Okay,” she said, plucking several feathers and then passing his food back to him. Sighing, he twitched his tail out in front of her and hungrily began to devour the cardinal. Barleykit hummed to herself as she tucked the feathers into his fur and smoothed the fur back down with the utmost care. After she finished, she sat back and looked at him eagerly.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He gave his tail a roll and glanced over it. “It’s perfect,” he said, “Thank you.”

“We can wear them together,” she nodded, “and we’ll both be brave.” “Sure,” he chuckled, and went back to eating. She was a sweet girl, he thought, but already his energy for kitsitting was nearly gone. Luckily, she settled down again, laying her head against his tail, and they quietly watched her brothers tumbling across the grass together. She probably isn’t the right apprentice for me, he thought, but I hope Goldenstar picks a good mentor for her.

UPDATES:

- Russetfrond and Barleykit start wearing cardinal feathers on their pelts.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Russetfrond #Barleykit #Goldenstar #clangenrising

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zoi3e · 10 months ago

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"you called?"

- hanging out

Warnings: none

Requested by: no one

Atsushi Nakajima

• Turns out you are an spy for the agency! (NOT SPYING ON THE ADA BUTS SPIES ON DIFF PEOPLE FOR THE ADA)

• You two mostly hang out during his lunch breaks

• You both enjoy going on nice little walks, mostly in awkward silence or him rambling before apologizing.

• If headcannon that him and Kyouka like cooking and baking together so he sometimes invites you over since Kyouka enjoys your presence

• Kyouka is a wingwoman so she usually puts you two in more romantic positions on purpose but claims it's an accident. But I mean, you two believe her because she's still a child, why would she do that...?

• If only you two knew.

Dazai Osamu

• Since you two were in the Port Mafia, and were sometimes really busy, the only time you'd see him was after work.

• Sometimes he'd call you and ask to come to a really random location outside of Yokohoma, and learned that it was his home in a shipping container that stank really bad (cannon.)

• From there he'd insist you'd eat some canned foods with him but you refused and got him back into the city where you went out and bought him some actual dinner than went to about 52,346 yen. ($325 American dollars)

Chuuya Nakahara

• You got to know eachother through Kouyou when she'd invite you two over for tea and talk.

• You'd also hangout durring joint-missions with yours and his division since you two worked well together.

• He and Dazai were always together so there were you as well. (The reason will be told soon lmao)

• After work, he'd usually just invite you to go drink with him even if you two weren't legal yet to drink.

• Sometimes he'd let you stay over if you got too drunk.

• Sometimes you'd drunk hook-up but never went further and just acted like it didn't happen and told no one.

Akutugawa Ryuunoske

• Something produced into a friendship through Gin.

• You and Gin were close friends so Ryuunoske was also always around when you and her would go out.

• Other than that he thought you made good fig tea so he'd just appear at your house in the middle of the night and demand for you to make tea.

• If you didn't, he'd stay on your couch till you did, even if he had meetings or missions, he'd just want your tea.

• When you did make the tea, he'd just listen to you silently as you ramble of how he shouldn't just pop up in the middle of the night with no invite or anything else you'd talk about.

• Btw this happens still

Ranpo Edogawa

• He'd pop up randomly sort of like Akutugawa asking you for more of your muffins.

• You two would usually just eat sweets together while he talks about how great of a detective he is and about his recent cases

• You two would also work together in Poe's books sometimes as Ranpo called it "a better challenge."

• He'd also start refusing going alone into the books without you there

• Even once he'd wait a month while you were overseas in America (🦅🇺🇸🍻) to come back and do the book with him.

Kunikida Doppo

• In high-school years, you'd two would hangout when he got detention in his delinquent phase and you'd watch over since you were in student council.

• You also tutored him so you'd stay over sometimes at his house or he'd stay over for dinner at yours.

• He also would sometimes convince you to go to some parties but you'd always watch over him and not drink

• Now, when he's working at the agency, he's completely different.

• You two would eat together during your breaks

• Or while out on missions with Dazai tagging along for the "fun of it."

Edgar Allen Poe

• this boy......

• He'd invite you over sometimes to look over his book even though it was litterally perfect with no mistakes

• like he didn't even need you there he could just publish it right then and there with just one chapter with how good it was.

• I feel like you'd sometimes fall asleep on his couch in his office for some reason and Karl would just sit with you

• Other than that, you two would go out and read together before getting some coffee (or tea if that's your cup)

Fukuzawa Yukichi

• Him, Fukichi, and you when you were younger would go out in the parks and sort of just be kids

• Sometimes you three would just duel, you still in your prestigious school uniform, while beating them up 💀

• When you both got older and crusty, you'd drink tea together

• Since you own a bakey, (reference to *1*) you'd teach him how to bake or he'd just help you while making your sale for tommorow.

• He'd also just take you out on walks, sometimes going back to old spots you'd go to when you were younger

Sigma

• Since it's said that Sigma likes cooking/baking, yall would do that together

• You two would also just watch Nikolai and Fyodor be gay together and talk shit about them two together

• I feel like he'd enjoy playing card games with eachother.

• For some reason I think he hates uno because of how stressed he gets over it and games are supposed to be his stress reliever

• Other than that, if you want to help with his paperwork just do that and talk with him. He thinks your voice is calming.

Nikolai Gogol

• Randomly in the middle of your shift he'd pop up yelling: "(NAME) ITS QUIZ TIME!!!"

• For some reason when your around him you feel as if your high.

• When your resting in your room in the Casino you wake from him screaming on the top of his lungs because he thought you were dead.

• Somehow he'd get in without a key.

• He'd than get really excited and forcefully put you to where he was piggy-back-riding on top of him and he'd run around the casino to annoy Sigma.

• You learned after a few times that no matter how loud you yelled at him or tried to get off that it would motivate him even more

• What you didn't know, is that he was in your walls. Litterally.

• He learned all about you without speaking to you and asked Fedya to get you into their "business."

Fyodor Dostevesky

• Your brother told you that he was a God or whatever and you didn't know what to do so you sort of just followed anything Fyodor said.

• You didn't believe he was a God but you were just bored lol

• He didn't know this though and liked you being around him so he kinda just kept you in his office saying that he'd talk to you about plans later.

• Then he'd keep you there and when it was time for him to leave his lil spot he'd tell you to come back tomorrow and the cycle would repeat

• From these times you two would sort of just talk about life and what you liked, him just going off on about his godly stuff while you just listened in silence.

Tetchou Suericho

• Fukichi would kinda just keep you around the base because you kept Tureko occupied and out of trouble. Don't worry, he paid you.

• You'd see Tetchou quite often due to this and would sometimes cook with him, adapting to his strange food habits

• During off times, he'd ask for you to come over and cook for him because your food with the way he usually eat was a lot better than other people's cooking to him. (Somehow)

• You sort of just stayed there at his house during off time and then during work times, you'd make food with Tureko and change it to the way Tetchou likes it.

Juono Saigiku

• You and him would do torture to criminals together, learning different methods from eachother.

• After, you two would usually go to a coffee shop together (or tea if that's your cup)

• You two sort of just sat in silence until making conversations about random things; him usually complaining about Tetchou and his food.

• Other than that, you two would work on missions sometimes.

lmao im popping these things out rn i might do another

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