#like oh i see that's where your priorities are huh. that's how you think about yourself

[astranauticus]

i don't have the screenshots on hand because this is just a thought i needed to let out after being woken up by my buildings fire alarm at 7am (i am in shambles, thanks for asking) but back at the start of canto 7 i was trying to figure out what in the Fuck hong lu meant by don quixote being 'the most lucid' of the sinners and eventually my read was that she's the one who's most clear on what she wants because hong lu brought up how her eyes are sparkling and the two times dante notes someone's eyes sparkling in that episode (?) were when don talks about saving all the people in la manchaland and when charon says she wants to eat candy at an amusement park, and also this would very nicely mirror the bit in the final sancho fight when dante ruminates about how so far they've been trying to help the sinners out of their issues by figuring out what they want and then promising it to them but with sancho she doesn't want anything because everything she's wanted as don quixote was part of that dream that she's now woken up from (especially with dulcinae talking at length about the difference between sancho and don's eyes)

but like..... there's one other thing about eyes that dante notices in that early episode

so i'm wondering if this is an idea that's gonna come back in canto 8, that dante's old tricks aren't going to work here either because hong lu just doesn't really want anything for himself when he's been living his whole life surrendering (hah) himself to being used by other people for their own goals

[fudgeez]

From Teasing to Temptation - Giselle x fem reader

Synopsis: Within the intense world of aespa, Y/N is legendary for her calm, a stark contrast to Giselle's playful, sometimes mischievous, behavior. Curious about Y/N's unwavering patience, Giselle starts teasing and playfully mocking her, wanting to see how much she can handle. Y/N always responds with a smile, which amuses Giselle.

Warnings: smut | 18+ men and minors dni (masterlist)

Aespa's members are celebrated for their unique talents and genuine personalities, endearing them to fans worldwide. Karina, their leader, is a powerful dancer with a shy yet captivating charisma. Winter's passionate dedication shines through in every performance. Giselle, known for her charisma and optimism, is especially playful with close friends, particularly Y/N. Ningning's strong vocals and charming personality captivate audiences. Finally, their youngest, Y/N, is admired for her multi-talented nature and remarkable patience, especially when dealing with Giselle's relentless teasing, which knows no bounds.

Dance Practice Room:

The bass thrummed, and the mirror reflected the synchronized movements of aespa. Y/N, focused, moved with precision.

During a complex footwork sequence, Giselle’s foot connected with Y/N’s ankle.

"Whoops! Slippery floor, huh?" Giselle chirped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Giselle, you know this floor isn't slippery," Y/N said, her voice calm but firm. "Just be a bit more careful, please."

"Oh, come on, Y/N-ah, lighten up!" Giselle replied, a playful smirk on her face.

"It was just a little slip."

Y/N's smile tightened. "Little slips can lead to big injuries," she said, before resuming the choreography, refusing to let Giselle derail her focus.

Variety Show Segment:

The studio was a whirlwind of lights and laughter. During a chaotic segment involving a whipped cream pie fight, Giselle, knowing Y/N’s dislike of mess, deliberately smeared a dollop of cream on Y/N’s cheek.

"Oh, my hand slipped!" she exclaimed, feigning innocence.

"Giselle!" Y/N exclaimed, wiping the cream with a forced smile. "Really?"

"What? It was an accident!" Giselle insisted, her eyes twinkling.

"Besides, it's just whipped cream. Don't be such a clean freak."

Y/N, maintaining her composure for the cameras, chuckled dryly. "Right, an accident," she said, her eyes flashing a silent warning. "Let's just get this over with."

Music Video Set:

The set buzzed with activity, cameras rolling for Y/N’s close-up.

As Y/N delivered her lines with focused intensity, Giselle, just off-camera, started making silly faces and whispering jokes.

"Psst, Y/N-ah, you look like you're about to sneeze," Giselle whispered, trying to make her laugh. "Or are you trying to look serious?"

Y/N, maintaining her professional demeanor, delivered her lines flawlessly. "Giselle, please," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Oh, come on, where's your sense of humor?" Giselle retorted, making a goofy face.

Y/N’s grip on her prop tightened noticeably, but she didn’t break character. "Later, Giselle," she said, her voice firm. "Later."

Management Meeting:

The meeting room was tense, Y/N presenting a carefully prepared strategy.

Giselle, however, seemed determined to disrupt the proceedings.

"But what about the fans in…," Giselle started, asking a completely irrelevant question, interrupting Y/N mid-sentence.

"Giselle, that's not relevant to the current discussion," Y/N said, her voice calm but firm. "As I was saying…"

"But I think it's important!" Giselle insisted, interrupting again.

"The fans are our priority, right?"

"Of course, they are," Y/N replied, her voice laced with a hint of steel. "But we need to focus on the presentation. We can discuss fan engagement later."

Giselle continued to whisper and ask irrelevant questions, testing Y/N's patience.

Y/N, though visibly irritated, calmly addressed each interruption, her voice holding a steely edge that silenced Giselle, for the moment.

The aespa dorm was quiet, a rare moment of peace. Other members were occupied with their individual schedules, leaving Giselle and Y/N alone. Y/N meticulously organized her lego airplane set, a calming ritual. Giselle, lounging on her bed, watched with a mischievous glint.

"Y/N-ah," Giselle drawled, "did you know that my horoscope said I'd be particularly clumsy today?"

Y/N, focused on arranging the runway pieces, replied, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Giselle continued, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "And you know what that means, right?"

Before Y/N could respond, Giselle "accidentally" knocked over the finished runway design, scattering the pieces. "Oops! See? Clumsy!" she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

Y/N sighed, a hint of exasperation. "Giselle," she said calmly, "I just organized those."

"I know, I know," Giselle said, waving her hand dismissively. "But hey, at least it's not permanent damage, right?" She then "accidentally" tripped over Y/N’s slippers.

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she bent to pick up the pieces. "It's fine," she said, her voice even. "Just try to be a little more careful, okay?"

Giselle, disappointed by the lack of a dramatic reaction, pouted. "But where's the fun in that?" she whined. "Besides, you're so good at cleaning up! It's like you're a professional organizer or something."

Y/N took a deep breath, her patience wearing thin. "Giselle," she began, her voice low, "I'm not in the mood for games right now."

"Oh, come on, Y/N-ah," Giselle said, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't be such a spoilsport. It's just a little bit of fun." She then grabbed Y/N’s favorite Snorlax plushie and began throwing it around the room.

Y/N, known for her extraordinary patience, finally snapped.

She pushed Giselle onto her bed, eliciting a surprised squeal from the older member. Giselle, seeing Y/N's expression, stammered, "Look, maknae-ah, I'll help you clean and rebuild your lego." She swallowed hard, seeing Y/N's jaw clench. Then, a playful idea sparked.

"Or," Giselle purred, a hint of seduction in her voice, "you could punish me for being a bad unnie."

"Is that what you want, Unnie? Is that why you keep pushing my patience? Are you jealous of Ningning? Do you think I don't notice?" Y/N's voice was low, laced with a quiet intensity. Giselle bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Y/N's words hit their mark; Giselle did feel a pang of jealousy whenever Y/N and Ningning were together, a feeling she knew was irrational, considering their close, sisterly bond.

"Where's the playful unnie I know?" Y/N continued, her voice gaining an edge. "Why are you so quiet now? Are you aroused because I'm on top of you?"

Giselle couldn't suppress a soft moan. This scenario had been a long-held fantasy, and Y/N's sudden dominance ignited a fire within her.

"Maybe," Giselle whispered, her voice husky. "I wanted to see this side of you, Y/N-ah. The one you keep hidden."

Y/N leaned closer, her gaze intense.

"And what if I decide to punish you, Unnie?" she murmured, her voice a low purr.

"What kind of punishment would you like?" She slid a hand down Giselle's arm, her touch sending shivers through her. Giselle’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with anticipation.

"Surprise me," Giselle managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N's eyes darkened, a playful glint replacing the earlier anger. "Surprise you, Unnie?" she repeated, her voice a low, seductive hum. "I think I can manage that."

"First," Y/N whispered, her thumb tracing the curve of Giselle's lower lip, "We're going to clean up this mess." She gestured to the scattered lego pieces with a playful smirk. "But not in the way you expect."

Y/N stood from the bed and retrieved a vibrator from her drawer, handing it to Giselle. "Put this on, Unnie," she commanded.

Giselle, her breath catching, complied, inserting the device. 

"You're going to pick up every single piece while wearing that," Y/N murmured, her voice sending shivers down Giselle's spine. "And if you miss even one, Unnie, there will be… consequences."

Giselle swallowed, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling within her. "And what kind of consequences?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, Unnie," Y/N purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll just have to wait and see." She pulled back, her gaze lingering on Giselle's flushed face. "Now, get to work."

She hopped off the bed, retrieving a container for the lego pieces, and placed it within Giselle's reach. Giselle, still slightly dazed, sat up, her eyes following Y/N's every move. The shift in power was intoxicating, and she found herself eager to obey.

As Giselle began to gather the scattered pieces, Y/N watched her with a knowing smile, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

The sight of Giselle, usually so mischievous and playful, now diligently following her instructions, sent a thrill through her.

"Good girl," she murmured, her voice laced with a playful dominance.

Giselle knelt, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through her. "Fuck!" she gasped, the sensation intensifying. She felt Y/N increase the vibrator's intensity.

"Unnie, get to work," Y/N teased, a smirk playing on her lips. "You still have a lot to pick up."

Giselle's breath hitched, her body trembling with each pulse of the vibrator. The task of picking up the scattered lego pieces became a sensual torture, each movement sending waves of pleasure and frustration through her.

"Y-Y/N," she gasped, her voice thick with desire, "this isn't fair."

"Fair?" Y/N echoed, her voice laced with amusement.

"Who said anything about fair, Unnie?" She watched as Giselle's cheeks flushed, her body arching with each surge of pleasure.

"You've been playing games for weeks, Giselle. Now it's my turn."

She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides," she murmured, her voice a low purr, "I'm just helping you learn some self-control."

Giselle groaned, her fingers fumbling with the tiny lego pieces. The combination of pleasure and frustration was driving her wild.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper, "turn it off."

"Not yet, Unnie," Y/N replied, her voice firm. "You still have a few pieces to go." She watched as Giselle's body trembled, her moans growing louder.

"Remember, every piece counts. Miss one, and there will be consequences."

Giselle's body arched, her muscles clenching around the vibrator. She was so close to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. Just as she was about to succumb, Y/N reached down and turned the vibrator off.

Giselle collapsed onto the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Y-You," she stammered, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and desire.

"Me?" Y/N asked, her voice innocent. "I just turned it off. You finished, right?" She then picked up one tiny lego piece that Giselle missed. "Oh look, you missed one. Consequences, Unnie."

Giselle's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She'd been so close to release, the sudden cessation of the vibrator leaving her aching and frustrated.

"No," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Please, Y/N, don't."

Y/N knelt beside her, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Oh, Unnie," she purred, her fingers tracing the curve of Giselle's jaw. "You know the rules. Every piece counts." She leaned closer, her breath warm against Giselle's ear.

"And you, my dear Unnie, missed one."

"Say ahh," Y/N commanded, and Giselle, her eyes filled with anticipation, obediently opened her mouth. Y/N, with a slow, deliberate motion, removed her pajama pants, revealing her cock.

Y/N held Giselle's gaze, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"That's a good girl," she murmured, her voice a low rumble. She positioned herself, then slowly, deliberately, lowered herself until the tip of her cock brushed against Giselle's parted lips.

Giselle's breath hitched, her eyes widening. The sight of Y/N's arousal, so close, sent a wave of heat through her body. She instinctively reached out, her fingers tracing the length of Y/N's shaft.

"Not yet, Unnie," Y/N whispered, her voice husky.

"You'll have to earn it." She moved slightly, teasing Giselle with the proximity, but not allowing any contact. "Open wider," she commanded.

Giselle obeyed, her mouth stretching to accommodate Y/N. With a slow, steady motion, Y/N slid into Giselle's mouth, the taste and feel of her sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.

Giselle's hands gripped Y/N's thighs, her body trembling with anticipation. Y/N began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, her thrusts deep and deliberate. Giselle's moans echoed through the quiet room, a mixture of pleasure and surrender.

Y/N watched Giselle's face, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and control. The sight of Giselle, so submissive, so eager to please, sent a wave of raw power through her.

Giselle whined as Y/N withdrew her penis from her mouth.

"You're such a slut, Unnie," Y/N teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Are you enjoying your punishment?" Giselle nodded, her eyes glazed with desire, seemingly lost in a haze of pleasure. "Please...hngg," she begged.

"Please what, Unnie?" Y/N asked, her voice a low rumble.

"Put your cock back in, Y/N," Giselle pleaded, her voice thick with desire. "Make me your slut."

Y/N's eyes darkened, a possessive gleam entering them. "My slut, you say?" she murmured, her voice a low growl. "That can be arranged." She shifted, straddling Giselle's hips, her hands gripping her thighs. "You want me inside you, Unnie? Then beg for it."

Giselle, her face flushed and her body trembling, met Y/N's intense gaze.

"Please, Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

"Please, make me yours. Make me your slut. I want you inside me."

A satisfied smirk played on Y/N's lips. "That's what I wanted to hear," she said, her voice husky. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Giselle's. "But you're going to have to work for it, Unnie."

Y/N repositioned herself on the bed, removing her hoodie, revealing her toned abs and the tattoo etched along her ribs. "Do whatever you want," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "You're my slut, Unnie."

Giselle, her eyes filled with a burning desire, crawled across the bed, her hands tracing the lines of Y/N's abdomen.

She leaned in, her lips meeting Y/N's in a slow, sensual kiss. Her hands explored Y/N’s body, her nails lightly scratching the defined muscles of her abs.

"Chill, Unnie," Y/N chuckled, but Giselle seemed lost in her own world. Her lips trailed down Y/N's neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses, while her hand rhythmically stroked Y/N's length.

"You want that, Unnie? Ride it if you want," Y/N murmured, her voice laced with a playful challenge. Giselle nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with a burning desire. With trembling hands, she removed her remaining garment, revealing her slick entrance. She then carefully aligned herself with Y/N's length, her anticipation building with each passing moment.

With a soft gasp, Giselle lowered herself onto Y/N, her body trembling with anticipation. The sensation was immediate and intense, a wave of pleasure washing over her as Y/N filled her completely. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, her hands gripping Y/N's hips for support. Y/N remained still for a moment, letting Giselle adjust to the fullness, her eyes filled with a possessive heat.

Then, with a groan, Giselle began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, her movements guided by pure instinct and desire. She threw her head back, moaning softly as the pleasure built, her body moving with a newfound confidence. Y/N watched her, her hands roaming over Giselle's back, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and pride. She could feel Giselle's heat, her body clenching around her, and it drove her wild.

"That's it, Unnie," Y/N murmured, her voice husky. "Ride me."

"Y/N," Giselle gasped, her voice laced with pleasure. "Oh god, this feels so good."

"You like that, Unnie?" Y/N teased, her hands gripping Giselle's hips, guiding her movements. "Tell me how much you like it."

"I love it," Giselle moaned, her body rocking against Y/N. "I love the way you feel inside me. Oh, Y/N."

"Good girl," Y/N purred, her fingers digging into Giselle's skin. "Keep going, Unnie. Show me how much you want me."

Giselle's movements became more frantic, her moans louder, her body slick with sweat. "I want you so much," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I want to feel you everywhere."

"Then take me, Unnie," Y/N urged, her voice low and demanding. "Take every inch."

Giselle threw her head back, her hair falling in a cascade down her shoulders. Her movements became more forceful, her body rocking against Y/N with abandon.

"Y/N! Y/N!" she cried, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Y/N watched her, her eyes burning with desire. She reached up, her hands cupping Giselle's breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice husky. "So fucking beautiful."

Giselle's cries intensified, her body trembling on the edge of release. "I'm… I'm going to…!" she gasped.

"Let go, Unnie," Y/N urged, her voice a low rumble.

With a final, shuddering cry, Giselle's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Y/N. She collapsed against Y/N, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Before Giselle could catch her breath, Y/N flipped their positions, and began to thrust slowly and deliberately.

"Y/N, I'm still sensitive, hngg," Giselle protested, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.

"But this is still part of your punishment, Unnie," Y/N smirked, her eyes gleaming with playful dominance. "Do you want me to stop?"

Giselle shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and surrender.

"Good girl," Y/N purred, praising her as their lips met in a heated, intense kiss. Their bodies moved together, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the quiet room.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Y/N's hands roamed over Giselle's body, tracing the curves and contours, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch. Giselle's hands, now free, tangled in Y/N's hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

Y/N's thrusts grew more forceful, her rhythm relentless, driving Giselle closer to the edge. Giselle's moans echoed through the room, a mixture of pleasure and surrender.

"Y/N," she gasped, her voice ragged, "I can't… I can't take much more."

"Yes, you can, Unnie," Y/N whispered, her voice husky. "You're stronger than you think." She nipped at Giselle's neck, eliciting a soft moan. "Let go, Unnie," she urged, her voice a low growl. "Let me take you there."

Giselle's body trembled, her muscles clenching around Y/N. She cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "Y/N! Y/N!"

Y/N's own release was building, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Giselle's ear.

"That's it, Unnie," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let it go."

With a final, shuddering cry, Giselle's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Y/N. She collapsed against the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Y/N followed soon after, her own release a powerful wave that washed over her, her body shuddering as she emptied herself into Giselle.

"Where are you going?" Giselle asked, her voice soft, as she felt Y/N begin to rise from the bed.

"I'm just going to prepare the bathtub," Y/N replied, giving Giselle a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Just rest here for a moment, Unnie. Don't worry."

Giselle watched as Y/N moved gracefully across the room, a soft smile playing on her lips. The afterglow of their shared intimacy warmed her from the inside out. She snuggled into the soft sheets, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

A few minutes later, Y/N returned, the bathroom filled with the soothing scent of lavender and the gentle sound of running water.

"Bath's ready, Unnie," she announced, her voice soft and tender. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

She gently helped Giselle to her feet, wrapping a soft towel around her shoulders. Giselle leaned into Y/N's touch, her body still pleasantly sore from their earlier activities. Together, they walked into the steamy bathroom, the warm water inviting them to relax and unwind.

Y/N carefully helped Giselle into the tub, the warm water enveloping her body in a comforting embrace. She then joined her, settling behind Giselle, her arms wrapping around her waist.

"How are you feeling, Unnie?" Y/N asked, her voice soft and concerned.

"Amazing," Giselle murmured, leaning back against Y/N's chest. "Just… amazing."

Y/N chuckled softly, her lips brushing against Giselle's ear. "Good," she whispered. "That's what I wanted to hear."

She began to gently wash Giselle's hair, her fingers massaging her scalp, sending waves of relaxation through her body. Giselle closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"You know," Y/N murmured, her voice thoughtful, "I didn't really mean to punish you, Unnie."

Giselle opened her eyes, turning her head to look at Y/N. "You didn't?" she asked, her voice laced with playful skepticism.

Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted. "But mostly, I just wanted to… show you how much I care about you."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against Giselle's. "I know I don't say it enough," she whispered, "but I love you, Giselle. I love your playful energy, your mischievous spirit… even when it drives me crazy."

Giselle's heart swelled with warmth, a soft smile spreading across her face. "I love you too, Y/N," she whispered back, her eyes filled with affection. "And I promise," she added, her voice laced with a playful tone, "I'll try not to drive you too crazy."

Y/N chuckled, pulling Giselle closer. "That's all I ask, Unnie," she said, her voice filled with tenderness.

They stayed like that for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company, the warm water and the soothing scent of lavender creating a perfect haven of peace and affection.

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 16)

summary: an article comes out about you and your relationship with hugh while he's away and you know just exactly who it was. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: reader's insecurities come back, brief mention of physical abuse (not with hugh!), mention of age gap, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.8k a/n: so... jack is back y'all and we've got a few more parts left of this story, so stay tuned! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part. - next part.

Hugh’s been gone for a couple of weeks now and you both manage to create a routine to speak with each other every day, depending on the time zone that he’s in. He continues to send you photos of where he’s been, wishing that you were with him, but despite the distance, it never does feel like he’s away. Hugh makes sure that you know that you’re his priority and you never have to second guess what he’s doing or where he’s at because he’s always communicating with you.

You’ll send him a text every morning you wake up, counting down the days until he gets home. You spend most of your time either editing, at a photoshoot, or working out with your personal trainer. It helps to keep yourself busy because the home you now share with Hugh is just too big for you alone. You miss his presence, miss his touch, falling asleep and waking up in his arms. 

You miss him. 

Today, though, you have nothing planned and you know Hugh has a day off from press so you decide to give him a call through FaceTime. He’s in Brazil, which just happens to be only two hours ahead. Dialing his number, you’re sitting out on the balcony, eating your dinner while watching the sun set. This still doesn’t feel real, like one day you’re going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. 

You hear his voice and then look down to see him through your phone, your entire face lighting up at the sight of him. You prop your phone against your water bottle and take another bite of pasta as you bring a leg up on the seat. 

“Hey, baby,” he says with a smile. “Whatcha eating?” 

“Made some pasta,” you answer, showing him your bowl. “Eating out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Wish you were here though.” 

“I know,” Hugh sighs. “Wish I was there too. Just two more weeks, baby, then I’ll be home.”

You nod and then set your fork down, turning your entire attention on the man through your screen. “Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s been so much fun,” he answers. “Ryan likes to bring you up in every conversation we have almost daily,” Hugh chuckles. “Says you should be here with us, with me… and I agree with him.”

You laugh quietly and shake your head. “We both know that if you had it your way, I’d have gone with you.”

“Well…” Hugh smiles, leaning back against the bed that he’s lying on. “I did say you should come with me.”

“You know, usually the honeymoon phases out by now…” you tease. “I think you’re obsessed with me, Hugh Jackman.” 

He laughs quietly, turning to lie on his side instead as he keeps the phone facing him. He is so enamored with you, that even through a simple FaceTime call, he can feel the amount of love he has for you. You’re so beautiful, the sunset casting a glow around you. 

“Oh, I’m obsessed with you, huh?” 

“Oh yeah,” you grin. “What is it about me, hm?” 

“Everything,” he answers honestly. “I can’t just pick one thing, baby.” 

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you wrap an arm around your leg and rest your chin on your knee. “Still the smooth talker, I see.” 

Hugh rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

“I love you,” you blurt out instead.

His eyes light up – he’d never get tired of hearing you say those words. “I love you too, baby.”

“You know, the house feels so empty without you,” you admit. “I don’t know how you lived here all by yourself.”

“It was hard,” Hugh answers. “Kept myself busy most of the time, but you– you’ve made it a home. A place where I want to spend most of my days at, as long as you’re there.” 

“When you say things like that, it makes me want to kiss you. So, what am I supposed to do if you aren’t here?” you smile. 

“Use your imagination,” he teases. 

“Ah, so I guess I’ll just have to entertain myself.”

Hugh’s gaze darkens as he shakes his head. “Don’t you dare tease me.”

“Or what? You’re not here,” you grin mischievously, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Guess you’ll find out when I get home then, won’t you?” 

“Fine,” you huff. “My fingers and toy aren’t the same anyway.” 

“Y–You have a toy?” 

You giggle. “Actually bought one a couple of days ago. Figured we could try it out together when you get back.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you grin excitedly. 

Hugh groans. “Two more weeks… just two more weeks.” 

You laugh to yourself and then tilt your head, eyes staring at the screen. You wish you could reach out to him, to feel his strong arms around you. “Got a full day of interviews tomorrow?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, but you know I’ll make time to give you a call.”

“I know, Hugh,” you smile. “But it’s fine if you don’t, you know. I know you’re busy and–”

“You know I can’t go a day without talking to you, baby,” Hugh interrupts. “I’m never too busy for you.” 

“I know, I just–” you sigh. “Just don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me if you’re tired.”

“Never,” he answers. “Never too tired to talk to you. I’m already miserable without you here. If I don’t get to talk to you every day, I think I’d lose my mind.” 

“Okay, Hugh,” you nod. “My perfect man.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Hopefully only perfect for you.” 

“Oh, I think you’re it,” you admit with a smile. 

“Yeah?” he grins. “You mean that?” 

“Oh yeah,” you nod. “So don’t go and break my heart, okay?”

“I don’t ever plan to, baby,” he answers. “Because I think you’re it for me too.”

“Yeah, I wish you were here,” you sigh. “This would be a perfect moment to kiss you.”

Hugh chuckles. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “Then you’re all mine.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. We’re not leaving the house for a week, at least,” he winks.

“What did you have in mind we do for an entire week?” you ask innocently. 

“I think it’d be better to show you when I get back,” he grins. 

“Well, I can’t wait,” you smile. “You should probably get some rest, Hugh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Hugh nods. “Yes, baby. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night, Hugh.”

“Night, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“I’ll be dreaming of you,” you wink.

“Good because I’ll be dreaming of you too.”

—

A week later, you’re sitting on the bed re-reading the story about your relationship with Hugh in a well-known online published article. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, can feel your hands tremble as you read every single untrue word.

They call you a gold digger due to the age gap. 

They say that you’re too ugly to be with someone like Hugh. 

They say that Hugh’s only having fun with you. 

That the relationship isn’t serious. 

That you’re not enough. 

That he’s going to realize that he deserves better than a nobody like you. 

And the words stay with you because it all sounds so familiar. You’ve heard it before and there’s a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize who might be behind this article. 

An article that’s now gaining more and more traction. You shouldn’t have googled Hugh’s name because all you can see in the search results are different variations of the same article. With your name plastered all over. 

You’re only with him for his money. 

The age gap is too ridiculous and Hugh’s just messing around after his divorce. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You finally toss your phone aside and curl into the sheets, eyes staring out the large window. You’ve never felt more alone than you did now. You can hear your phone ringing but you don’t bother trying to answer it; you just want to disappear and you certainly can’t call Hugh. 

You can’t tell him; he’s already got other things to worry about. 

Your tears trickle down your cheeks and stain your pillow as your breathing picks up. The article brings up a lot of feelings that you’ve tried so hard to work through because you know who’s behind it. 

Jack.

It’s always going to be Jack. He just can’t leave you alone. Despite him being the one to end the relationship and the one who has verbally and physically abused you, he’s still acting like you’re the one who hurt him. 

It just seems like he can’t let you go, like he still has to have some control over you. 

Your phone goes off again and you turn around to grab it, seeing Hugh’s contact on your screen. You don’t answer, afraid that he’s going to tell that something’s wrong so instead, you send him a quick text to let him know that you’re busy editing and that you’d call him back once you’re finished. 

It’s a lie and you hate lying to him, but you can’t tell him the truth. You can’t tell him that there’s rumors about you, about your relationship with him and how you want (and need) him so badly to be here. 

He reads your message, but instead of sending a reply, he just calls you again. You don’t answer, letting it go straight to voicemail. He doesn’t leave a message, but you see that he’s begun typing – the three dots appearing on your text thread with him. 

Four simple words. He texts four simple words that make your heart ache even more: You’re lying. Call me. 

With a heavy sigh, you wipe your tears away and then begin to dial his number. It barely rings once before he answers the phone, his voice immediately coming on the other end of the speaker.  

“You saw it,” he says. 

“Yeah.” You don’t need him to clarify what he’s referring to because you know exactly what he’s talking about. 

“I know you’re not okay, so don’t tell me that you are.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say, Hugh?” 

“The truth,” he answers. 

“What good will that do? You’re not here.” 

You hear him sigh. His voice sounds tired. “Baby, please. Just–”

“It was Jack,” you interrupt. 

“What?” 

“The article. It was Jack. It’s gotta be.” Your voice trembles. “I’ll be fine and–”

“I’m coming home,” Hugh says. 

“You have one more week left of press.”

“I don’t care. You matter more. I’m coming home,” he repeats. 

“Hugh–”

“No,” he interrupts. “Don’t defend him again. You shouldn’t even be defending him.” 

“I’m not.”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind!” He raises his voice and your eyes fall shut, gripping the phone close to your ear. You know that he’s frustrated at being so far from you, for allowing you to deal with this all by yourself. He should be there with you. He needs to be there with you. “I’m sorry, baby. I just– Fuck, I feel helpless here.” 

“Well, I’m feeling helpless too,” you admit. “That article… Those rumors, maybe some of them are true. Maybe you do deserve better than me.” 

“Stop.” Hugh sighs. “You know that’s not true.” 

“You’re you and I’m just… I’m just me.” 

You can hear ruffling on the other end of the phone and when he goes to speak again, his voice sounds more distant, like he’s not holding the phone directly to his ear anymore. “I’m coming home. I already told Ryan and Shawn.” 

“Hugh,” you sigh. “Baby, please.” 

“No,” he says. “Don’t you think that article hurts me too?”

“B– Because of your reputation? Because of what it says about you?” 

“No,” he sighs. “Because of what it says about you. It’s not fucking true. None of it is, and it hurts me because I know that it’s hurting you. So, yes, I’m coming home so that I can be there with you.”  

You don’t answer because you finally feel yourself begin to break down. You put the phone on speaker and set it aside, burying your face into your hands as you let out an inaudible sob. 

“Baby?”

“Don’t come home,” you finally answer. “Let me– Let me handle this on my own. Let me work through this on my own. Please, Hugh.” 

“Baby,” Hugh sighs. “I can’t–”

“Hugh, I need to do this for myself. Please, can you do that for me?” 

“I don’t want to,” he answers. 

“I know, but you need to.” 

“I can hear you crying, baby.” 

“It just hurts. All of it, but I can do this,” you sniffle. You want so badly to just feel his arms around you. 

Hugh sighs in defeat. “I love you,” he whispers quietly. “So much, okay?” 

“I know,” you answer with a slightly trembling voice. “I know you do.”

“I won’t come home today, but I will be home by the end of the week. Can we come to that compromise?” 

“Yeah,” you answer. “I think that’s okay.” 

“You know you’re the best person I’ve ever met, right?” Hugh asks. “You’re kind, thoughtful, considerate… so passionate and I love everything about you. Flaws and all.” 

“Even when I get into my own head and–”

“Yes,” he interrupts. “And I wish that you can see what I see in you, what everyone sees in you.” 

You shut your eyes and imagine him there with you, arms wrapped around your frame, lips near your ear as he whispers. You lie on your side and wrap the sheets further around your frame as you keep the phone on speaker. 

“I’m sorry I’m broken…”

“Baby,” he sighs. “You’re not broken, and you shouldn’t be apologizing. Someone who you trusted, who you loved, hurt you over and over again. He manipulated you, took advantage of you and–” he has to stop himself from talking because he can feel himself getting angrier and angrier. “Jack never deserved your love. He never deserved you.” 

“Hugh…” you whisper. “I love you.” His words awakens something inside of you, something that you never thought existed. You thought you had done a lot of reflection on your relationship with Jack, but you never looked at it from your perspective in this way. You always wondered what you could have done differently, what you could have changed about yourself that it wasn’t until you met Hugh that you realized the issue was never you. 

It was Jack. 

And it will always be Jack. 

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Hugh sighs. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Hugh,” you sigh. “More than you ever know.” 

“I’m one lucky man, I’ll tell you.” He replies. 

You bite your lower lip and take your phone off speaker to bring it close to your ear instead. “I’ll call you later?” You ask. 

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be here.” 

“Got another full day of press?”

He sighs. “I have time for you. Always will.” 

“You sure?” 

“Positive, baby.” 

—

For the rest of the day, you steer clear from your phone and laptop. The only time you’d reach for it is to respond to a text from Hugh or from your trainer. You distract yourself by watching movies, but even in the living room, you’re missing Hugh’s presence. 

The movies only do so much for so long when your mind begins to drift to Jack. For the longest time, you’ve tried so hard to ignore it, to just move on without ever reflecting on just how toxic that relationship was for you. It was easier to just forget, but when he decided to force himself back into your life, you realized just how many unresolved emotions lay dormant. 

You can still vividly feel his fist connecting with your cheek, can feel his entire body weight behind the punch. You should have left him then, shouldn’t have even let it go that far, and you wished you had a good enough reason why you didn’t leave. 

Part of it was because Jack had made you believe that no one would ever want you if you did decide to leave on your own… and he would tell you how worthless you were over and over and over again to a point that you started to believe it. 

But him ending the relationship had been the one of the best things to ever happen to you. You know that you still have so much to work through, but you’re no longer the same woman you were when you were still with Jack. 

You try to remind yourself of that. Jack doesn’t have authority over you anymore (and he never should have). He never should have laid his hands on you. Never should have repeatedly put you down with his words. 

And you’re tired of letting him get away with it. You’re tired of letting him win.

---

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[littlemissclandestine]

Soft!Adler Headcanons: (Girl)Dad! Edition Part 2

⭐ A continuation of this post

He'd try his best to be there for any award ceremonies at school, sneaking in at the back just in time to see his daughter on stage. As soon as she makes eye contact, he'll give her a thumbs up and a wink, mouthing 'I love you'

I wanna say he'd be that dad who stands up and claps loudly, telling everyone that that's his daughter on stage. He's so supportive bless.

Oh and photos where he stands behind her and has his hands on her shoulders and smiles for the camera. Yup, quite a few of those stashed away.

When she'd have a presentation to give on her biggest inspiration and/or hero in her life, it would be about her dad. It would end up in tears for her as he'd be away...or would he? Adler would come in, standing off to the side, watching her recite from a piece of paper saying how much she looks up to her father, how she misses him etc. It almost brings a tear to his own eyes. Everyone's heads would turn and his daughter would run up to him, Russell scooping her up and hugging her. Missed you my lil spaghetti

During downtime, his priority would always be his daughter. No ifs and no buts. Even if he hated the idea she proposed.

One of those was testing makeup. Russell would always straight up say no, asking her to call her mother for that but when he saw how upset it made her, he'd sigh and grumpily sit down in a chair by her dresser and let her do whatever she wanted. -> "Jesus, kid, watch it, you always this rough with your friends too?" He'd ask with a chuckle as she blends the foundation. He could sit there all day and listen to her explain how to use each product and proceed to yap about whatever crosses her mind

When she'd put on eyeliner and apply it to his waterline, he was genuinely scared -> "Don't poke my eyes out, the only thing I got going for me. God, can't believe I'm letting you do this, missy." He'd pinch her side and tickle her.

As soon as he's allowed to look in the mirror, he does a double take, wondering how the hell he looks like such a diva but he downplays it. -> "Good job, kid...good job indeed."

When she hurts herself, he can't help but kneel down and help her. He knows he should stop and that she needs to develop her independence but it's hard for him. -> "Got a boo boo, sweetheart? Let me see. Aww on the knee, huh? Come here, let's get you cleaned up and get a plaster on it, yeah? Shhhh you're okay."

Baking with his daughter? YES. They'd make a mess of the kitchen for sure, not really tidying up as they go. Every time his daughter would come to him with a new recipe, he's out the front door with her in an instant, ticking off their checklist of ingredients in the store and thinking of ways he could add their twist on it

Her drawings would be on display with personalised fridge magnets that spell her name etc

There's a wall or archway where he measures her height every year and marks it on with pencil. -> "Heh, you've had a hell of a growth spurt, sweetheart. Would you look at that."

If his daughter was a trouble maker, he'd be that parent that would refuse to see what was wrong. It was self defense as far as he's concerned. He doesn't really need to do much of the talking. He's genuinely surprised seeing her stand up for herself, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile as he watches her rant to the principal. Did he teach her that? To not play by the rules? Guess he's rubbing off on her. A little worrying but eh -> "Put that in your pipe and smoke it." High fives as soon as they get back into the car after the meeting with the principal is over is a given.

If there's something you should know about Russell Adler, it's that he loves being spontaneous. One day, he might take his daughter out fishing, teaching her the ropes, the next they're at a painting class together, his daughter being impressed by his hidden talent or cycling in the summer during the sunset, Russell asking her what her goals are in life and telling her how proud he is of her and that he wishes he could be around more. Bonding time is so important to him.

There are certainly times where he struggles. Apart from the emotional side of things and his job getting in the way i mean. Possibly control. Like we know he has strong leadership skills he's developed over his career. I'd like to think that seeps into his parenting a little too much. He tends to ramble and tell his daughter how to do something and talking her through it, hovering over her even though she knows already and has been doing said thing for years.

Maybe it's just a part of him wanting to feel useful and needed. Still wanting her to rely on him even in her 20s or 30s, partly in denial that she's not that young girl who'd sit on his lap anymore. It really hits him when he's walking her down the aisle.

And maybe he'd be over-critical of himself as a parent and her as a daughter, especially since he sees the cost of mistakes in the world of espionage and the military

The only people that have seen his daughter from work are Sims, Woods and Mason and maybe Park but it isn't a regular thing, wanting to keep her as far away from the CIA as possible. Park had a shock when she saw him like that for the first time. -> "Never thought i'd see the day, Adler. You, a family man? Rather ghastly I must say but you do look happy."

[scoupsakakitty]

Fractured Bonds | idol!Changbin x Reader | angst, fluff

It had been a long, exhausting week for both Y/N and Changbin. He had been constantly busy with practice, recording, and meetings for Stray Kids’ upcoming projects. Y/N, on the other hand, felt increasingly isolated, as Changbin seemed more and more distant. Their relationship, once full of laughter and lighthearted moments, now seemed to be under an immense amount of pressure. The silence between them spoke volumes.

It was late in the evening, and Changbin had just returned to the dorm after a particularly grueling rehearsal. Y/N was sitting on the couch, nervously twisting a piece of fabric in her hands.

“Changbin,” she began, trying to keep her voice calm, “we need to talk.”

He tossed his bag onto the chair without looking at her. “Not now, Y/N. I’m tired. Can we talk tomorrow?”

Y/N stood up, frustration bubbling to the surface. “No, Changbin, we need to talk now,” she insisted, her voice rising slightly. “This has been going on for days, and I’m tired of feeling invisible in this relationship.”

Changbin turned to face her, his patience already thinning. “I’m working hard, Y/N! I’m doing all of this for us, for our future!” he shouted, his voice shaking with frustration. “What do you want from me? I can’t just drop everything.”

Y/N’s heart began to race. “You’re always busy, Changbin. You’re always with the group or in the studio, but where are you when I need you?” She took a step closer, her voice trembling. “Where are you when I’m here, alone, wondering if you even care about this relationship anymore?”

He stepped forward too, his eyes narrowing. “I do care! But I don’t need to keep explaining myself over and over again! You knew what this was when you got with me! My work is important, Y/N!”

Her eyes widened, anger flaring up inside her chest. “Important? You don’t even see me anymore!” she yelled, her voice breaking. “All I am to you is someone to ignore, someone to make you feel guilty when you need a break! Well, guess what? I deserve better than this!”

The words stung, and the anger in Changbin’s eyes finally broke through. He stepped forward again, his fists clenching by his sides. “You think I don’t see you? You think I don’t care? You think this is easy for me?” His voice was loud now, and Y/N could feel the pressure of his anger against her. “If you want to leave, then just leave! You think I haven’t been trying my hardest to balance everything, but it’s never enough for you, is it? You never appreciate what I do!”

The room seemed to close in on her, and Y/N’s hands trembled at her sides. “Maybe I should leave!” she shouted, not even recognizing the words as they left her mouth. “Maybe I will leave! Maybe I’m sick of this—sick of feeling like an afterthought!”

Changbin’s face twisted in disbelief. “Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, huh?” His voice was rising, a mix of anger and hurt. “You really think it’s easy for me to juggle all of this? You think I want to neglect you?”

Y/N’s face flushed with frustration and hurt, and she finally snapped. “I don’t care how hard your life is! I need you here, Changbin! I need you to see me, to hear me!” she yelled, her own voice breaking as she felt tears start to form in her eyes.

“God, why do you have to make everything so dramatic?” Changbin roared, the words cutting deep. “You think I’m just sitting around, doing nothing? I’m trying my best!”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “Trying? Trying isn’t good enough, Changbin! I’m not a priority for you, and I don’t want to keep pretending I am!”

Her words stung him more than anything she had said. The rage inside him, which had been building up for so long, exploded. He took a step forward and, in the heat of the moment, shouted at her, his voice thunderous. “Maybe if you weren’t so selfish, you’d understand that I can’t drop everything just because you’re upset! Do you think I don’t want to be with you? Do you think I enjoy feeling like this?!” He was shouting now, the words raw and filled with anger. His voice was sharp, and he towered over her as the argument spiraled further out of control.

Y/N recoiled at the harshness of his words. “Selfish?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, though it was filled with fury. “You call me selfish? You—” She was shaking now, her tears coming faster, but she wasn’t ready to back down. “You’re the selfish one! You’ve been putting everything else above me, above us. I don’t even recognize who you are anymore!”

Changbin’s face twisted with regret and anger. He wanted to say something—anything—but instead, he just stood there, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with rage. He couldn’t find the right words, couldn’t justify what he had just said. And in that silence, the weight of his anger hit him harder than any of Y/N’s words.

Y/N couldn’t stand it anymore. The words he had thrown at her felt like a slap across her face, and the way he was standing there—his chest heaving in anger, his face twisted with frustration—only made everything worse. She turned her back to him, wiping her tears furiously, her voice shaking.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she muttered, her hands gripping the door handle. “I can’t. I need to leave.”

Changbin’s eyes widened, and a surge of panic washed over him. “No, Y/N, wait—” His voice cracked, but she was already opening the door, her back to him as she stepped into the hallway.

He followed her, reaching out to grab her arm, but she yanked herself away from him. “Don’t touch me!” she screamed, her voice high-pitched with emotion. “Just leave me alone!”

His hand froze midair as she turned back toward him, her face red and tear-streaked. “You wanted this,” she said, her voice trembling with rage and hurt. “You wanted me to leave, so I’m leaving.”

And with that, she stormed out of the dorm, the door slamming behind her, leaving Changbin standing in the middle of the room, his heart pounding, his mind racing.

As Y/N stormed through the hallways of the dorm, she could hear faint footsteps behind her. Before she could get too far, she collided with someone in the hallway.

It was Han.

He had heard everything.

“Y/N,” Han began softly, his voice full of concern as he saw the tears in her eyes. “I… I heard everything. Are you okay?”

Y/N shook her head, wiping her eyes. “No, Han. I’m not okay. Please, just leave me alone.”

Han reached out, trying to comfort her, but Y/N stepped back, holding her hands up. “No, just… just leave me alone, please. I don’t want anyone to say anything.”

Her voice broke as she turned and started walking away, her steps quick and uneven.

Han watched her leave, his heart heavy with sadness for both of them, but he knew this was something only Changbin could fix.

For the next few days, Changbin sank into guilt and regret. He couldn’t get the image of Y/N’s face, her tear-streaked eyes, out of his head. He had lashed out at the one person who mattered the most to him, and now he was terrified that he had ruined everything.

He couldn’t focus on his work, his mind consumed with the thought of Y/N walking out of the dorm that night. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to explain himself or apologize. Every night he sat in the darkness of his room, wondering if she would ever come back.

After several days of restless nights, Changbin found himself standing outside Y/N’s apartment, his heart racing. He had called her, sent messages, but she hadn’t responded. He knew he had to face her, to say the words he should have said days ago.

When Y/N opened the door, she looked at him with wary eyes. “What do you want, Changbin?” Her voice was cold, distant.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice shaky. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I shouldn’t have said those things.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes still filled with hurt. “You hurt me, Changbin. You broke my trust.”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I hate myself for it. But I love you, Y/N. More than anything. I need you in my life. Please… let me make it right.”

Y/N stood there for a long moment, her heart torn. She had been so angry at him, but she could see the sincerity in his eyes now, the regret that was so clear on his face.

Slowly, she nodded. “I’ll forgive you, Changbin. But you need to work to earn back my trust.”

And with that, Changbin took a deep breath, a weight lifting from his chest. The road ahead would be hard, but they could fix this, together.

[dioslesbianwife]

You know what the Jojo's needs a Zeppeli partner it's in their dna that a jojo's get a Zeppeli but now they are in a relationship whoud they be protective knowing what happens to most of the Zeppeli's.

(I just love the Zeppeli family so zesty so Italian I love them and supportive)

Whoud they have a stand or just hamon or spin 🤔

ooh sure, i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <3333

Jojos x Zeppeli reader

Jonathan Joestar

The moment he realizes you're a Zeppeli, he's both honored and worried.

He knows what happened to Will A. Zeppeli, and he is determined to keep history from repeating.

Jonathan is naturally protective, but with you, it's even stronger.

If you use Hamon, he trains with you constantly, he wants to make sure you're strong enough to survive.

In a fight, he will shield you no matter what. Even if you’re strong, he hates the idea of losing you like he lost so much already.

He tells you every day that he loves you and cherishes every moment together.

Joseph Joestar

"OH NO. YOU’RE A ZEPELLI?!"

He’s already got Zeppeli PTSD from what happened with Caesar, and now he’s dating one?!

He pretends he’s chill, but he’s hyper-aware of your safety at all times.

You better believe he’s teaching you every trick in the book if you use Hamon.

If you have a Stand, he’ll make sure you’re trained and battle-ready.

But deep down? He’s scared. He doesn’t want another Zeppeli to die on his watch.

He’s way more protective than usual and covers it up with jokes.

"You’re not allowed to die, got it?! That’s an order from the great Joseph Joestar!"

Jotaro Kujo

He may not show it much, but the moment he hears your last name, he’s wary.

He’s a man of logic, but he can’t ignore the pattern- Zeppelis die helping Joestars.

You will be his number one priority in a fight.

If you have Hamon, he lowkey doesn’t believe in it much, but he won’t dismiss it.

If you have Spin, he respects it but insists that you still carry a weapon or learn self-defense.

If you have a Stand, he wants you to train with him to be strong enough to handle threats alone.

Extremely protective, but he won’t smother you. He just watches and steps in when needed.

If something even slightly dangerous happens to you? He’s ruthless toward the enemy.

Josuke Higashikata

"Wait, like Caesar Zeppeli?! Joseph told me about him…"

He doesn’t immediately realize the Zeppeli Curse™ but once he hears about it? Oh, he’s paranoid.

Very protective, very affectionate, but won’t suffocate you.

If you have a Stand, he’s so relieved because it means you can properly fight alongside him.

If you have Spin, he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever and asks you to teach him how it works.

But he has one strict rule: You are NOT allowed to sacrifice yourself for him.

If you ever try? He’ll break down and do anything to save you.

Giorno Giovanna

Doesn't know anything about the Zeppeli curse.

If you have Hamon, he’s intrigued by how it interacts with Gold Experience.

If you have a Stand, he personally helps you develop it to its fullest potential.

If you have Spin, he’s absolutely fascinated and would respect the technique deeply.

If you tell him about your ancestors, Giorno ensures you are NEVER in a situation where you’d have to sacrifice yourself.

Jolyne Cujoh

"Damn, you really got the short end of the stick, huh?"

She jokes about it, but she’s actually terrified.

If you use Hamon, she thinks it’s badass.

If you have a Stand, she personally spars with you to make sure you can hold your own.

If you use Spin, she’s fascinated but makes sure you also have other means to fight.

Jolyne is very protective but respects your strength.

But if anyone even breathes a threat toward you? They’re done for.

Johnny Joestar

"Oh, great. Another person fate wants dead."

He hates the idea that you might be doomed just for being a Zeppeli.

If you use Spin, he personally trains with you and makes sure you can handle yourself.

If you use Hamon, he’s curious about how it interacts with Tusk.

If you have a Stand, he sees it as an extra layer of protection for you.

Johnny refuses to let fate take you. He knows what it’s like to lose people- he won’t let it happen again.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Another character you’d have to tell about the Zeppelis

"…You’re not gonna die on me, right?"

He’s interested if you have any information about his past.

He’s got enough mysteries in his life, but he does NOT like the idea of fate targeting you.

If you have Hamon or Spin, he finds it fascinating and really respects it.

If you have a Stand, he’s even more protective, making sure it’s powerful enough to keep you safe.

He doesn’t talk about it much, but he’s always watching your back.

He might not be able to change fate, but he’s going to try.

[majesty0h]

~Sharing is CARING. And Toji Cares About You Very Much~ imagine this is them ok

You and Toji have a great sex life. Scratch that, you have an AMAZING sex life. His stamina is stupid, he's packing bigger than you've ever encountered...he's a FREAK. A hulking, muscled freak who's down for anything and has showed your usually prude ass things you've never even dreamed of. Bondage, wearing vibrators in public, petplay, breathplay, temperature play, hell one time he ate your ass on the balcony while he was dressed as Wolverine. You had no clue where he got all of these ideas, but you certainly weren't complaining.

The current "thing" was watching porn on your VR headset while he went down on you. He'd been shocked to hear that you didn't consume it regularly, I mean, he was beating off to BBW on the Hub every chance he got. He was determined to force you outside your comfort zone.

It started slow, vanilla. Standard B/G, anal. Then it evolved to breeding, cucking, double penetration...

That's when he noticed it.

You took forever, FOREVER to cum on his mouth (to his annoyance) when you were watching dirty movies. But when you stumbled upon a woman getting plowed by her husband and his best friend...you were quick. Too quick. The way you moaned and gripped his hair, pulling him in deeper, it caused his tongue to stop flickering for a moment.

"Hm? What the fuck's gotten you so riled up, ma?"

You instantly freeze and pause the video, cheeks burning red behind that stupid headset, feeling dirty, feeling bad. It was bad this was so hot, right? "Uh, nothing. Just usual stuff," you lied.

You're a terrible liar.

You feel and hear the bed creak as he shifts up and snatches the device off you, raising it up and peering. He's wearing just grey sweatpants, that were tenting the minute he realized what was up. A shit eating grin spread across his face. "Oh fuck. That's what you're into now?"

You groan and throw a pillow at him. "Shu up! I've just never seen it before. You ruined the mood."

Your boyfriend is snickering at your discomfort. "Uh huh. Get on all fours. I wanna see who fucks her better."

You push this morning's events out of your head as you go to work. And it's definitely not when you return home ten hours later, tired, annoyed, and frustrated.

"Hey babes. Welcome home!" Toji, your beautiful trophy boy calls from the living room. "How was work?"

Sighing you kick off your heels and scan your phone. "It was rough. This merger is insane. We have 5 million dollars riding on this and everyone wants to dick around. I thought being Vice President was worth the drama, but it's seriously getting to me," you vent as you scroll through dozens of confidential, high priority emails.

Maybe that's why you loved Toji so much. Whenver you're with him, you don't think about deadlines, trades, layoffs. Just feeling good, happy, and full.

Walking into the living room, you're so engrossed you don't even register there's someone else sitting on the couch with Fushiguro. You only look up in confusion when the stranger whistles, low and deep. It's almost like a purr. "Damn Toji, you weren't lyin'. Complete smokeshow."

Your eyes widen and your head snaps up. There he is, manspreading on your very expensive couch, sleek black boots pressed against your /very/ expensive white rug. He's tall, lanky, built like a beanpole. He's got a shock of white hair, and he's wearing small, circle shaped sunglasses, but the shine of dazzling blue eyes peek through anyways.

Toji's looking at you like it's Christmas morning, his gaze darting between the other man and his jaded wifey. He seems to drink in your confusion.

"Oh...I...I didn't know you had a friend over," you say after an awkward pause. You're trying to address your man, but you can't tear your eyes away from this twink. Who is he? "Hi?"

The stranger beams, shifting to a more professional posture. God he is tall. You feel so small under his gaze, and you glance to Toji for help, understanding. He offers none. "Hey, pretty lady. My name is Jerome. Jerome Washington. The building's maintenance man. I heard..." he leans slightly closer to you, sliding his shades just down an inch. "You need your pipes cleaned."

You blink. "No? The pipes are fine?"

Toji groans in disproval and shoves "Jerome" slightly. "Dude, I told you, you don't gotta do any of that shit. Just be normal, for fuck's sake."

The stranger, who was doing his best to seem mysterious and commanding, broke into a boyish smile. "Oh yeah my bad. Sup? I'm Satoru Gojo. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight!"

"We," Toji corrected, but he's got that same expression.

Have you gone crazy? Has the stress finally made you crack? Are you hallucinating? This was a fever dream. Toji had a knack for wanting to snap the neck of any man who even looked at you...so why was he sitting here, giddy, as this "Satoru" addressed you so vulgar? So hungry?

"...huh?" is the only thing you can say, darting between the pair. You're more than a yard away, but you can practically smell the lust filling the room. "Toji...what is--"

"Remember earlier today?" he interrupts, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "When you were creamin' over that video? The Eiffel Tower?"

"Toji!!"you hiss, flustered he would bring this up in front of a guest.

He cocks his head, throwing Gojo a knowing smirk. "She's all shy. Isn't that cute? But I promise, she was feening."

Satoru licks his lips, still undressing you with his eyes. "I bet. To be honest I haven't either. But I'm not stupid enough to turn it down."

Toji snorts. "Yeah? Don't worry, I'll show your prudes how it's done." He snaps his fingers at you. "C'mere doll. C'mere and kneel."

You're glued to the same spot, trying to reconcile what's happening. You watch as Satoru pats his knee, promising not to bite, unless you're into that.

"Princess,"Toji repeats again, his tone firm and commanding enough to snap you back to reality. You know that voice. It's the "you listen or you're in a lot of trouble" voice.

Sheepishly, you stare at your feet as you shuffle forward. You can't ignore how your heart beats in your chest, how your dress feels too tight, how this is the hottest fucking thing you've ever experienced.

"Kneel."

You don't defy him. You look up at them both with doey eyes, shuddering when he grips your chin, stroking your cheek with the pad of his calloused thumb. Gojo hums and repeats the same motion on the other side. His touch is soft and warm, and you can't help the soft sigh that escapes you. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing warmth. Your boyfriend presses your foreheads together, his voice syrupy against your ear. "I love you so much, doll. I'd do anything to make you happy. If this doesn't show it, nothing else will. Now you just relax and I'm gonna make your fantasies all come true," he promise as he nips at your neck. "Now start making our friend feel at home."

You swallowed hard. You feel like you could faint. You want to reply "yes daddy" like the good girl you are, but words fail you. All you can do is nod.

You take a deep breath and scoot over, still on your knees, but nestled between Gojo's skinny legs. He smiles down at you innocently, but the contents of his words are far from it. "You have such pretty lips, sweetie. How about you open them for me?"

You glance at Toji for reassurance, but he's gone from the couch, crouching behind you, fingers weaving into your hair, massaging your scalp. "Go on."

Your hands tremble as you reach for Gojo's belt.

((haven't written anything like this in years LOL im so rusty. stay tuned for part 2 and feel free to share ;D ))

[tenjikufag]

omg such good haikyuu teams i totally agree!! coould i request a bokuto x m!reader with a little angst to comfort bcuz i love hurt/comfort a little too much 🤭

Homecoming.

Bokuto x Male Reader

-hurt/comfort, temporary split, long distance, pro!Bokuto

-this was requested quite some time ago! So sorry for the wait.

Dating an athlete is not an easy thing to begin with, when it’s a professional, worldwide known athlete.. it only further complicates things.

Being with an athlete you never really know where you are on the priority list with them, this sport is quite literally their life and their job but when does a life partner come into play?

Highschool was a far easier time to date Bokuto, you’d see him in class, during lunch, after school, the weekends- basically anytime you wanted he was there! You even travelled to the different schools and districts with parents, siblings, and other players’ partners for the games.

But, once you graduated it got quite a bit harder.

You were settling into your own education and career, as was he. He was set to become a professional volleyball player like he had always dreamed about and what you had always hoped for him..

That meant long periods away from each other while you both did your own things.

It was steady and you both came out the other side successful and happy,

It wasn’t until he started with MSBY black jackals that there were true signs of trouble. It was getting harder to see eachother, even harder to just get a call or text back from one another because of timezones and offset schedules.

It broke your heart, his too.

There was a promise between you two to stick it out and that you’d always be there for eachother but you just.. weren’t sure of it these days.

It’s been two weeks since you last were able to call Bokuto, 6 months since you last saw him. And texts were far and few.

“What am I supposed to do? We can’t even talk about it because we can’t get in touch, it’s not like I can just catch a plane to see him either..”

You sat across from your childhood friend, Akaashi. He was an editor and basically worked from home so you could call him up whenever.. he was there to listen to all your relationship worries and other worries outside of it.

“You’re both my friend, there’s really nothing I can do or say to help you choose what to do, you know that. He hasn’t been in contact with me for even longer, I’m really no help..”

He mumbled, taking a sip of his drink with a frown. You knew he was right, there really was nothing you could do.. not until you could call him atleast.

—

Bokuto picked up his phone, frowning to see no notifications from you.. quickly he texted you and asked if you could call him later because he would have a gap between training sets.

He was beaming with excitement to finally be able to call you, and he had a surprise too! Quickly he showered and changed into casual clothes before heading out of the gym and off to his apartment..

As soon as he got into his apartment his phone went off, a text from you. With a smile he opened it

‘We need to talk, please make sure you actually have the time to talk this time.”

Tilting his head, he knew he had atleast 3 hours to talk to you and do whatever he needed to get done.. he dialed you, listening to the ringing with a smile

—

You paced the room, flinching when your phone started to vibrate and Bokutos contact came up. Sighing, you answered

“Hey babe! How are you? I miss you!”

“Yeah.. I said we need to talk and I’m gonna cut to the point..”

The visual of his face dropping flashed in your head, the disappointment of no loving greeting in the face of his you imagined.

“Oh! What did you wanna talk about?”

“I think we should split up. Take a break.. or end things entirely..”

The audio seemed like it dropped, complete silence on your boyfriends end..

“Huh?”

“I said we should break up.”

“..why? Did I do something? What’s wrong, what are you talking about?!”

Bokuto panicked on the other side, you bit your lip and tried to find the words

“Please don’t do this, you still love me.. right?”

A sob throbbed in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut the tears started to fall with every single one of his questions

“I do.. I love you so much. I just can’t do this anymore, it’s too hard Bo… I’m sorry, I miss you too much and I can’t keep up with the schedules! I feel like I’m not doing enough for you, and I feel like you’re slipping away from me!”

You whimpered into the phone, Bokutos breathe was heavy in the speaker- evident he was ready to cry too.

“We can make it through this! I promise, once everything settles down-“

“And when would that be?! What if it never settles down? It’s not fair to either of us to keep doing this!”

He cried, your heart shattered hearing him cry.

“I can’t do this without you, I don’t wanna do this without you.. I promise-“

“Just stop.. it’s already hard not doing this in person.. I’m sorry Bokuto. I love you, I miss you.. but I can’t do this anymore.”

“..I love you too! Please, just wait-“

You hung up, not wanting to hear what else he needed to say- you knew it would only make this worse, worse than what it was.

There was never a life you’d envisioned without him in it, you both had the whole future planned out.

It was just too hard, and you accepted the defeat.

But Bokuto wouldn’t.

—

“Woah, what happened to you?”

Atsumu raised a brow at his teammate, Bokuto was known for being a lively and energetic person but right now he looked like a wet bird.. drooping and moping around the gym; his body barely moving through the stretches.

His teammates were even more shocked to see the male ignore them and move to the other side of the gym to continue his stretches.

“Maybe he’s just sad about going home..”

Atsumu shrugged his shoulders. Not giving it much more thought but kept an eye on his teammate..

When practice was over, Bokuto continued to sulk and it got even worse through the scolding he got for appearing lazy in his practice.

“Don’t take it too hard, last practice and you gotta keep yourself from getting hurt before you get back to Y/n, hm~”

Bokuto felt an elbow nudge him in the side, he only glanced over to the yellow blonde.. lip quivering at the mention of you.

“He.. he broke up with me.”

Barely above a whisper, Atsumu went pale- he felt like an ass! Cringing to himself he pulled away and apologized.

“Are.. are uh, you still goin’ home then? You can uh.. come visit my brother with me if you want?”

He didn’t know what to say, it was an extended break for the players so he really wasn’t going to have anyone here to keep him company.. Atsumu also didn’t wanna leave his friend alone so visiting his own family was the only thing that came to mind.

“I’m still going home.. I wanna see him at least one more time, maybe he will change his mind!”

Bokuto perked up, no longer looking as soggy and limp. Atsumu forced a smile and mumbled a ‘yeah, sure!’ And watched the owl-ish man stride out of the gym once again..

He wasn’t going to let you go that easily, with a new determined mind he packed his things and caught the plane home, to you.

—

You sat in your living room, a depressed mess of packaged foods and drinks scattered around where you sat yourself down.. it’d only been maybe a day or two but the radio silence from Bokuto was deafening- not hearing his ringtone or a text notification made you sick- you were always on edge trying to hear if any notifications came. You’d gone longer without a notification but the fact that you probably weren’t going to get one again was hard.

“Why did I do this..”

Wrapping your blanket around yourself, you let yourself fall over onto your side. Tears pricking your eyes once again.

The heartbreak made you ill, your stomach ached and knotted up whenever you tried to move, eat, or even think of doing something. Your head pounded and the anxiety washed the colour out of your skin.. the full body fatigue on top of it all made you feel miserable.

This was harder than anything you had ever had to do.. it took everything in you not to call him or text him.

Sighing, you tried to fall asleep.. as tired as you were the sleep didn’t come easy.

You would try to be a normal person tomorrow, maybe this heartbreak would be easier then.

—

The familiar scents brushed in his nostrils and filled his lungs, with a bright smile he exited the plane and made his way through the airport. Unknowingly, Bokuto has started to look for you; only to upset himself when he remembered you wouldn’t be here. He sighed sadly, hailing a cab that waited on the outskirts of the exit.

You were so close, he needed to prove to you why this would all be worth it and wanted to show you how much he loved you and needs you.

The cab ride was long, almost falling asleep only to be jerked out of it from bumps in the road.

Looking out the window, he saw your town, where you’d be! Excitedly he pointed to your complex to the driver, ready to fish out money from his bag to run into the house as fast as he could.

“You’re from the Jackals right?”

“Mhm!”

“Rides on me, I’ve been rooting for the jackals since I was a teen.”

Bokuto beamed, thanking him profusely and hopping out of the car and dragging his bags behind him.

His heart was beating faster than it ever had, even when doing the miles and miles of running this is the most his chest had hurt.

The man calmed himself down, taking deep breathes to soothe his aching heart. Putting down his bags, he fished around in his pants for the key and unlocked the door quietly; sneaking in and putting his bags behind the door. He looked around, and saw the mess and a lump of blankets and pillows.

Quietly, he stepped towards the lump of blankets and saw tufts of your hair peaking out… his heart swelled and he went to kneel in-front of you, watching your sleeping face.

Lightly tapping your forehead with his finger, he checked to see how deeply you were sleeping.. you didn’t react so he figured he’d be able to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. He slid his arms under your body and softly lifted you, being mindful of the mess in the room to not make any noise.. he would clean it before he woke you up.

He laid you down on the mattress and tucked you in, making sure you had enough blankets and pillows.. he took off his jacket and placed it on the bed before scurrying out and cleaning the living room- he wasn’t a great cook but he could atleast make sure your snacks were out and organized!

-

You woke with a start, the sunlight from opened curtains dared to blind you for a second.. you were in your room. With a groan you tossed over, hearing something fall off the bed. Sitting up, you looked to the ground to see what had fallen and it was a jacket.

Bokutos jacket.

Furrowing your brows, you tossed your blankets off your body and picked it up.. he hadn’t left this jacket here and you were sure of it, atleast you thought so.. frowning you couldn’t help yourself from hugging it- it smelt strongly of his cologne, did you fish this out last night? Come to think of it you don’t remember making it to your room..

Holding onto the jacket, you walked into the living room and saw your mess was gone.. you also don’t remember cleaning it. That was when you heard someone else walking around in the apartment.

You froze, not wanting to move.. did someone break in?! It’s an apartment complex how the hell-

Arms wrapped around you tightly, a familiar scent and body melted into you.

“You’re awake.”

Tears choked you, are you this delirious and heartbroken to imagine Bokuto?!

Whipping around, you met his face. He was worried, looking almost as if a child that had gotten in trouble..

“How.. how did you get here?!”

He nervously fumbled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding your gaze and mumbling.

“I told you to wait.. but you hung up the phone..”

Huh?

“..was going to surprise you to tell you I was gonna come home.. we got a break and.. then..”

He started to cry, you took him into your arms and let him cry. Bokuto still tried to babble out an explanation, clutching onto the front of your shirt and leaving tear stains on your shoulder.

You began to cry too, hearing him on the phone was heart breaking enough but to hold him and hear it in person shattered you.

Bokuto pulled away, wiping his tears with his arm.

“Do you still want to break up with me? I.. I can get my things and leave…. If that’s what you want..”

He hiccuped, distancing himself from you and getting ready to pack his things up again.

“Don’t go.. let’s talk.”

You hugged him tightly, he returned it with even more force and led you to the couch.

The two of you talked for hours, not even just about the split but about everything.

It was like he never left

It was like nothing had ever happened.

As the day grew into night, you found him cuddling you and sitting on your lap.

You kissed him, the two of you kissed for what felt like minutes but what hours.

When he pulled away with slightly bruised lips, his hair and face dropped- a frown glossing his lips

“Is this a goodbye? Is this it?”

Rubbing circles on his hips, you pecked his lips again.

“No, of course not. I would’ve been gone and taken my own things if I didn’t want to see you again..”

He perked up, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth

“We.. we are back together?”

“Yeah..”

He began to shake, catching your lips with his and pressing into you.

“I’m taking you with me, everywhere now. I can provide fully, take your education and job on the road with me! I can’t leave you again!”

“We’ll talk about it.. let’s just enjoy your time here..”

Bokuto smiled brightly, leaving kisses all over your face and thanking you.

“We’ll make it, I promise!”

“I know.”

[pastelghoul]

hello! I love your connor work :) I just finished my first play through of DBH and I’m in love with Connor 😭 could I possibly request a scenario? Maybe one where reader is a detective working a case with him at the DPD and since he’s this advanced prototype and doesn’t need food/warmth and everything they feel a bit like.. inadequate as a human compared to him? And how he would make them feel better? Sorry this is a long ask 😅 love your work and hope you’re having a lovely day!!

Only Human - Connor x Reader

More than happy to! Had a lot of fun writing this one - Imagine Connor comforting you after feeling inadequate working alongside him on a case

“___? Are you alright?” Connor asked, peeking over your desk at your slouched form; one hand supported your chin as the other clung loosely onto a pen, your eyes drooping shut. Whatever you had been writing on the sticky note now had a large pen-strike through it.

“Huh? Sorry, i dozed off.” You said, squinting at the clock on your computer. It read 12:38 am in small, white letters. Honestly, you were exhausted. This case was your top priority however, solving it had the chance to land you a promotion you desperately needed.

Of course, you were no Hank Anderson. That promotion was just wishful thinking. Looking over at Connor, you sighed. You certainly were no android, either. You watched as he typed away, eyes scanning the screen intently as he worked on the case.

The ability to never tire, what a blessing. All the things you could get done if you never needed to rest; You’d tidy your desk, for starters. The mess of documents and files scattered across your desk, not to mention the near-overflowing trashcan resting at your feet.

Compared to Connor, who’s desk was neat and tidy save for a succulent, a photo frame of the three of you (with Hank and you five beers deep) and a sticky note taped to his monitor. Craning your neck as you hunched across the desk, you narrowed your eyes at what it said.

dipshit

Gavin. Reaching across the desk you ripped the sticky note from the monitor, Connor quirking a brow as you did so.

“I’m sorry ___, did I do something to upset you? Would you rather I’d let you sleep?” Connor asked, watching as you scrunched up the note and threw it in the trash.

“No Connor, it’s fine. I’m gonna head home and get some sleep. Goodnight.” You waved as you made your way out of the station.

You awoke to a loud knocking on your front door. Looking over at your alarm clock, your eyes widened as you realised you had overslept. Shit, shit, shitshitshit, Hank’s gonna have my ass for this!

Dashing to get dressed and find your shoes, you almost ran headfirst into a firm chest. Looking up in bewilderment at the android stood in your living room, you cursed under your breath.

“Connor? How did you get inside?” Connor held up a small, silver key - you’d entirely forgotten you’d given him your spare. “Oh, right. I was just about to leave, uh-“ Connor quirked a brow, looking you up and down.

“Your shirt is on backwards.” Connor mused, smirking as you grabbed at your collar to indeed be greeted by the sizing tag. “You also seem to be missing your pants.”

“Give me a minute, I just woke up!” You grumbled, pushing past Connor to make a coffee. Your heart sunk as the machine groaned to life, only to come to a shuddering death moments later. Fuck me backwards with a chainsaw, can’t even get a coffee without something going wrong.

This was not starting out to be a good day. You turned around to see Connor sitting across from you, perched patiently at your kitchen island, hands resting in his lap.

“I brought you a coffee, you had a late night last night. I thought you might’ve slept in considering the state you were in when you left the station last night.” The android pushed a brown disposable cup towards you, steam dancing welcomingly from the hole in the lid.

“Thanks Connor.” You offered a half smile, taking the beverage and sipping it as you made your way back to fix your clothes. As you were changing, a muffled voice arose from the kitchen; at first you thought Connor was talking to himself, however upon walking out you realised it was a news report.

“Detroit Police are reportedly expecting a brand new line of android detectives, the first prototype currently running a probationary period to decide…” you slunk quietly back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as your hands cradled your head.

By all accounts, you loved working with Connor. He was an amazing partner and friend, and an even better detective. The problem was he was too efficient.

Connor couldn’t fall asleep working on cases, he didn’t get tired so there was no need to rest. He was available 24/7, never late, always on time to the millisecond. He certainly didn’t need to drink coffee or eat to keep his energy up.

Connor was the prime example of a perfect being, in every sense of the word. He left you looking like burnt toast. Tears stung your eyes; not sad tears, rather unadulterated frustration.

Fuck…

“___? What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong coffee?” Connor asked, peeking in hesitantly through the doorway. You scoffed at the absurdity of the question. The coffee was perfect. Everything he did was perfect, yet you couldn’t even wake up on time. Wiping your arm across your eyes, you forced a smile.

“No, no the coffee is fine. I’m ok, just overwhelmed by the case is all.” Connor tilted his head as he analysed you, coming to sit beside you. The bed sunk with his weight, the thrown sheets ruffling against his movement.

“I’ve been proven to have excellent listening skills.” Connor nudged you gently. “Talk to me, please.” You sighed, resting your head on Connor’s shoulder.

“Everything you do is perfect, Connor.”

“I don’t understand, are you saying I’m too efficient at my job?” Connor asked as his LED spun amber circles upon his temple.

“No, not that - well actually, kind of. Just listen.” You stammered, pinching the bridge of your nose in thought. “You don’t make mistakes. You don’t get tired or hungry, or hell even need bathroom breaks. Every move you make is efficient and calculated.”

Connor looked down at you, watching as you caught a stray tear with your finger. He sat in silence, listening as you vented your pent-up frustration to him.

“I’m only human.” You raised a hand, looking at how fragile the human form really was. “I could never be as good of a detective as you are.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Connor stated, resting his hand on yours. You noticed how much larger than your own hand his was, how realistic his pores were, the tips of his fingernails flawlessly sculpted - a faultless imitation of life itself.

“I may be incredibly efficient, but there is one thing i lack.” Connor met your tired gaze. “Emotions.” You scoffed, the irony of the situation hitting you.

“Connor, I am sitting here crying to you about how inadequate I feel, and you try to tell me these same emotions somehow make me better?” Connor gripped your hand tighter, not once breaking eye contact.

“You can feel so many things, ___. You can laugh, cry, fall in love…” Connor paused, finally looking away. “Without emotion, you’re just another soulless machine.”

“Connor…” you started, however words failed you as you found yourself unable to grasp the right thing to say. Instead, Connor wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against him in a comforting embrace.

“You have the freedom to choose what you want to do, where you want to go, be who you want to be. Androids don’t get that choice. We’re built to serve one single purpose in life then dismantled once that purpose is fulfilled.”

“I never thought about it like that…” You confessed as you leaned into Connor, taking in his words as the two of you now sat in silence. It was a while before either of you spoke again, taking it upon yourself to break the peaceful quiet.

“Thanks for the coffee and uh, coming over. Talking about this really helped.” You mumbled the last part, a subtle hue of embarrassment painting your cheeks; working with Hank, neither of you ever really talked about your feelings. Connor smiled in response, patting your head. You leaned away, raising a brow at him.

“I heard it was a comforting gesture. Gavin said so. You rolled your eyes, leaning back into Connor.

“Remind me to kick Gav’s ass when I see him next.”

“Of course, detective.” Connor mused, entwining his fingers with yours.

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[redlollygag]

hey buds I'm up shit's creek with a paper overdue and work early in the morning so here. if this sees the light of day

. . . .

To be loved is to be seen.

Sentiments scrawled into poetry books he'd read on occasion (just to get the hype of them, mostly. Keigo's mind isn't patient enough to decipher poetry to the extent they deserve) that compound that over and over and over. Seeing is love. Knowing is love.

But to know Keigo Takami is to know far too much. And none of it's good.

Enter you. Exhilarating, earth-shattering you, and suddenly someone sees him. It took you, oh, two dates to begin picking him apart. An intimate little experiment beginning the moment you invited him over after another successful date night (Keigo's too much of a gentleman to say 'no', after all. Especially when you give him that look) and every day since you've surprised him with how observant you are.

"Here! I stopped at a cafe on the way here. Extra sugar and a bit of vanilla syrup? Makes it a little more sweet," you said nonchalantly in his office one day, a popular stop for you on the way to your own job and it takes Keigo's entire energy not to leave you with him. More than that, though, he's stunned.

Did he ever mention his caffeine tastes to you?

"Oh, hey, I was thinking tonight we could watch that horror movie you talked about! You know, the one with all the bad special effects? I think it's, like, three bucks online to rent!" You offered to him as you two lounged on your couch late one night and Keigo again reels. Did he once mention he was into bad horror films? Did he?!

Mind reading wasn't your quirk, last he thought. Maybe lucky guessing is.

But it wasn't until one night that the sentiment of those stupid poems hit him in full force. Another long day of playing double-agent left him spent. Exhausted. He had been forced to turn the other way during an emergency, one that ended in a number of injuries and, to add to the nausea already building in his throat, two fatalities.

The HPSC president tried and failed to comfort him ("Your current duties are to be your priority. Those people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time") and when he arrived at your apartment for another date, he tried to put on the routine. A doting boyfriend whose eyes shined brightly, hands moved gently, and never left you dissatisfied in any sense.

Except, you seemed to read through him.

"Come here." You said, watching him walk further into the room after leaving his coat and shoes by your door. You held your hand out to him, a siren call towards you, and he was powerless to withstand it even if he wanted to.

He grabbed your hand, preparing to pull you up into his arms until your lips gently pressed against his knuckles. He never knew what books meant when they said 'their breathing hitched', but here Keigo's throat clogged.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, lips still brushing against his knuckles as you spoke. "Bad day, huh?

Mind reading quirk. Had to be. "Long day, sweetheart."

You kissed his hand again, spreading open his fingers to trace your lips down to his palm, kissing the warm spot softly. "A bad long day, then."

He only hummed in response, studying you. Trying to find out where you had found a crack on him that you saw how shitty he felt. How shitty today had been.

You didn't ask him what happened, and he's grateful. You know better. It shouldn't be this way (he should be honest with you), but you're patient. Kind. You pulled him to lay on top of you on the couch and Keigo ignored every alarm in his head just to give in to you. To let you guide his head to rest on your chest as his wings puffed out, creating a perfect crimson blanket for the both of you.

He's exhausted. Spent. Drained. But you already knew that. You must have.

You've seen him this whole time, and while that strikes newfound fears into him, it's also almost nice. It meant less talking for him, more deep understanding of how he is and how you are and how this situationship-dare he say relationship-would work.

Maybe seeing Keigo Takami isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least, not yet.

And for now, he'll take that.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hey.

First.

I love all your writing, they r fun to read and they make my day brighter ✨✨

Really Appreciate it.

Here is the request:

I wanted to request Solomon

We all know that his an old man ( whom we love so much ) and his based off the character from the Bible king Solomon.

If Solomon having 700 wives were true what would it be like

If MC and Solomon end up arguing over something stupid, MC just goes," Then am one of your collections to ? That's all I am to you! Right" something like that 😭

That line was horrible but something along those lines

It can be angst and fluffy.

Thanks a bunch! Wishing you an amazing day ahead!

Heyyy I absolutely love your request cuz duh. They make Solomon and the others seems like there was nothing before MC which is unlikely. Like I mean I'm pretty sure all of them had a few relationships before MC at some point or another. Anyway. Enjoy!

Author's note: I'll be posting short stories for the next few days since I'm working on a bigger story this time which will take a while. Hope it's not a problem.

Contains: Angst/Fluff

GN!MC x Solomon

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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MC and Solomon had agreed to spend the evening together—just a quiet, uninterrupted night. But Solomon ended up running late, engrossed in some old spell or magical artifact he was researching, losing track of time. By the time he shows up, MC’s already feeling hurt and dismissed, thinking he prioritizes ancient things over their relationship.

MC: arms crossed, eyes narrowed as Solomon finally enters the room “Oh, look who finally decided to show up.”

Solomon: sighs, looking tired but trying to be calm “MC, I told you, I lost track of time. It happens. You know how important my research is.”

MC: “And I thought we were important too, Solomon. I’m not asking for much, just…a single night where I don’t feel like I have to compete with some dusty book or enchanted artifact.”

Solomon: growing defensive, a slight edge to his tone “It’s not a competition, MC. You’re acting like I’m choosing my work over you on purpose.”

MC: voice raising slightly, hurt “Well, that’s how it feels! You make these promises, but when it comes down to it, I’m always the one waiting. Why is it so hard for you to just…be here?”

Solomon: frowning “I’m here now, aren’t I? I don’t see why this has to be such a big deal.”

MC: glares, feeling even more hurt by his dismissive tone “A big deal? Maybe it wouldn’t be if this didn’t keep happening. You say you’re here, but half the time, I feel like I’m just a…just a side note in your never-ending list of priorities.”

Solomon: sighs, crossing his arms defensively “MC, I care about you, but I also have responsibilities—things that existed long before we ever met.”

MC: hurt, finally snapping “Oh, here we go—‘long before we met.’ That’s just it, isn’t it? This isn’t even about tonight; it’s about me realizing that I’ll never be more than one part of your centuries-long collection!”

Solomon: taken aback, not expecting that turn “What? Collection? MC, where is this even coming from?”

MC: “You probably don’t even see it, do you? How easy it is for you to just…move on, like I’m just another person you’re adding to the archive of your life. You’ve had 700 wives, haven’t you? Well, I guess I’m just another one for the record books, huh?”

Solomon: eyes widening in hurt, tone softening as he steps closer “MC, that’s not even fair. Those stories…they’re just stories, memories from lifetimes ago. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you feel like you’re ‘just another one,’ but believe me, you’re not.”

MC: arms crossed, looking away, voice trembling “It just…feels like I’ll never really matter to you. Not when you’ve had hundreds of people pass through your life like it’s nothing.”

Solomon: reaches out, resting a hand on MC’s shoulder, his tone soft and sincere “MC, I know my past seems…well, complicated, but I need you to believe that this is different. You’re not just part of my history. You’re the person I want in my present, and my future.”

MC: sighing, though still a little guarded “Then…show me, Solomon. Prove that I’m more than just a ‘number’ to you.”

Solomon: nodding with a small smile, determined “Every day, if that’s what it takes. I promise.”

[lovebillyhargrove]

The bell above the door jingles softly, announcing a new customer.

"Hi. I'm here to return these?"

Steve's raising his eyes from the counter and

"Holy fuck ..!"

"Yeah .. Long time no see. How are you doing, Harrington?"

"Uh .. same old?"

Most definitely, same old.

"You're .."

"Alive, thanks for asking. Just visiting Max and the shitbird asked me to return these tapes. So ..?"

"Yeah! Yes of course .. Just a second."

A black bike helmet is placed on the counter

"You're on a .. motorbike?"

"Uh-huh. My baby .. my car can't drive long distances now. After some asshole rammed into her a couple of years ago."

Steve remembers.

"You staying here long?"

"Nah. Going to the Atlantic with a couple of friends of mine. Vacation."

"The Atlantic ..?"

"We're thinking Cape Cod. Or wherever the road takes us."

"That's nice .. What friends?"

Slightly raised eyebrows, in mild surprise

Oh, Steve's such a fool

"Just friends." An aloof shrug of wide shoulders

"Alright. Thanks, Harrington." Takes the helmet alongside Steve's last crumbs of self-control

"Hey .. Hargrove, wait!"

"What?"

"How come are you .. alive?"

"Long story."

Jesus, you were so much more talkative in school

"Where .. where do you live these days?"

"San Diego."

"Does Max know your number?"

"Of course. Why?"

"No reason."

"Bye, pretty boy." A tsk. "Oops. Apologies. An old habit."

"Uh .. bye."

Steve's trailing after him to the door, cheeks starting to burn

Or

Two years after Starcourt. Steve's still working in the Family Video and still looking for his lost mojo, when one day Billy Hargrove, who's supposed to be dead, walks into the store, looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing black leather and holding a black bike helmet. Not dead. Different but same. Same but so different. So .. exciting. Like a thrill. Like a .. pirate treasure, unreachable and alluring.

Also, he looks like he doesn't give a fuck about Steve anymore.

Harrington's going to do some life priorities revision.

Tonight. It feels like he's been dormant this whole time. Wasting his youth, wasting everything. Probably having let go of something .. someone important.

***

"Rob! Robin ..! Hey, listen .. I think, I'm in love. I think I need to .."

What will Steve do?

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Okay- so like- nerdy Natasha. I’m obsessed😭😭 I can’t stop thinking about one of the last prompts, about her being scared to get rough. Like omggg— she would be fucking reader so gently but she’ll remember that r told her it was okay to be more rough with her then all the sudden she has r on all fours and telling her what to do, ahhhhhhhhhhh😭😭😭 pls you need to write thissssss

Hesitating

Warnings: Sub to dom! Natasha, mentions pregnancy, breeding, touch sex, soft sex, dirty talk, Natasha has a dick, spanking

Pairings: Intersex nerdy Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 1.3k

"I-is this okay y/n?" Natasha asks you, slowly easing her hips into you, waiting for you to adjust to her size. Her hands resting on either side of your head. Low grunts came out of her mouth whenever she felt you squeeze around her.

"Mhm, you can keep on going nat." Your hands going to warp around her back, a moan coming out of your mouth when Natasha bottomed out inside of you. Her hips making thrusting into you gently and cautiously. Her hands moved away from your head and grasped your waist tightly, her movements getting a bit faster.

"Feel so good around my cock baby," Natasha tells you, her hands gripping tighter around your waist, forcing them to move with every thrust Natasha made.

Soft moans left your mouth as Natasha thrust into you. Her head lowered to reach your face and gave you a soft kiss on your lips, your moans getting stifled by the action. She pulls her face away and grasps your hand, intertwining it with her own. A small smile plastered your face at the action.

Her pace doesn't speed up or slow down, she always wanted to be cautious when making you feel good since you were her first, you were her first priority. Only caring about your needs rather than her own.

Her cock hits your cervix with every thrust, her eyes closing at how warm and tight your pussy is.

"You can fuck me rougher if you want baby." You tell Natasha out of the blue, you swear you can see her face get a bit red at your statement.

"A-are you sure y/n? I don't want to hurt you." Natasha tells you, her hips stopping their movements as she pulls out of you slowly to look down at your face. Her hand came up to her forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat that were forming.

"I promise you Nat you aren't going to hurt me."

"Okay - I'll try, but if I accidentally hurt you let me know!" Natasha tells you, another smile forming on your face.

Natasha quickly lifts your body up and lays down your stomach. You can still tell that Natasha is nervous by the way her hands slowly shake when she touches you and the shakiness in her voice.

"Can you lift your hips up for me?" She asks you gently, slowly caressing your backside. You slowly lift your hips up to tease Natasha, your back arching as you lie your face into the pillow.

"Fuck, you're so pretty y/n." Natasha positions herself higher so she's right behind you, her hand slowly makes it away from your back, bringing her now empty hand down to your ass, slapping it hard enough to leave an imprint of her hand. A little moan falls from your mouth when you feel her hand make contact with your ass.

The same hand quickly comes down to soothe the area where she had made contact with.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt." She whines out to you, her hand still caressing your ass.

"No - fuck keep doing what you're doing Natasha please."

Natasha brings her still-hard cock up to your cunt, slowly running it through your folds to collect your wetness.

"Still so wet for me huh?" Natasha tells you while pushing her cock back into you. Her hands make their way back up to your hips. This time when she thrust her hips she moves at a faster and harder pace.

'Natasha, oh my god!" You moan out to her, your hands going to grip the sheets that were beneath you.

"You like it when I fuck you like a little slut?"

"Yes, love it so much Nat, please." Natasha let out continuous moans when she felt you squeeze around her harder, making it hard for her to not cum.

One of her hands leaves your hips and forms a ponytail with your hair, hardly bringing your face up as she fucks you. Her hips now slamming into you. She brings the hand that's on your hip down and slaps your ass again, loving the way her hand print looked on your ass.

"Shit, rub your clit for me y/n." She tells you as she throws her head back. You quickly move your hand down to your clit and start to make fast circles on the bud.

"Mm, p-please don't stop Nat." You moan out to her, one of your hands grabbing the already shaky headboard. Now it was your turn to be a moaning mess.

"Wasn't planning on it." She growls out to you her hand still having a hard grip on your waist. Your hips make a pathetic attempt to roll and meet her thrust. Her hips immediately stopped their movement.

"Who said you could do that?"

"Please, Natasha." You moan out to her, ignoring her question.

"Answer me or I'm not letting you cum."

"No one 'm sorry didn't mean to, please I need you so bad." You whimper out to her, your cunt squeezing around in an attempt to feel some sort of pleasure.

"Yeah? You need me? Pathetic." Her hand lets go of your hair and pins both of your hands together, bringing them to your back and she continues thrusting into you. The room was filled with your moans and skin slapping together. The bed creaked the harder Natasha thrust inside of you.

Natasha's tip was pounding against your sensitive spot making your eyes roll back.

"So close Nat, please let me cum?" You moan out to her as your head moved to the side of the pillow.

"Cum with me baby." She moans, taking her free hand down and rubbing your clit to increase your pleasure."

"Fuck, you'd look so good with my baby. Should just fuck you till your pregnant huh?"

All you can do is moan back as a response, tears now coming down from your eyes. Your hands clench in the position they're in trying to break free of Natasha's grasp but she's too strong. Your cunt clenched around her one last time as you let loose, your orgasm washing over you as your body went limp in her hand as a loud moan left you mouth.

Natasha thrust her hips into you the best she could a few more times. before shooting her hot cum into you. "Jesus Christ y/n." She moaned out to you as she put her weight on your back.

Natasha slowly pulled out of you, trying to be cautious of your sensitive state. "Did so good for me y/n."

You can't even reply to her, your body in the same position it was in as she fucked you. "I'm just gonna clean you up now y/n, okay?"

You slowly shake your head and roll back onto your back. Natasha goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm towel, cleaning you slowly before putting on a pair of underwear and s shirt for you.

"Didn't know you had that in you Natasha," You tell her before giggling to yourself.

"I didn't know either, kinda just came to me. But I liked it, I think I'm gonna do it more." She tells you from a distance away as she looks in the drawers for a new pair of boxers and a wife beater.

"Guess I should prepare myself then, huh. Like I really didn't expect that for you Nat."

"Well, was I at least good at it?"

"You were more than good, now I have something new to tell Wanda so thank you for that."

"Yeah yeah you're wel- wait you tell Wanda about this stuff." She asks you before making her way back into the bed.

"I-uhh. Maybe?"

"Eh, it's fine I guess, she's a close friend, just don't tell anyone else, please." Her face heated up once more as she laid down on the bed and shoved her face into your breast.

"What just happened? You were so...scary like 10 minutes ago and you're back to being shy again."

"It's the y/n effect."

"It's okay, I think it's cute." You tell her before laying on your ideas well.

"I love you y/n," Natasha tells you before giving you a quick kiss on the lips and turning the bedside table lamp off.

"Love you too Nat."

[zg0nuwa]

hiii, i love your posts!!!

i was thinking about leon being jealous, we see a lot of fics where reader is being the jealous one, but i rlly think leon can be jealous too since he's afraid of losing you. So could you write leon being jealous over an ex boyfriend that reader had and reader and ex have a interaction (like the ex flirted with reader or sum like this) and Leon doesn't like? (it could be a smut if you feel like it)

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ; “ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

i love some good old jealousy trope gotta be my favorite gender

leon s kennedy x gn!reader

warnings ; mentions of toxic relationship, mentions of harassment, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

out of all the things that could’ve happened this evening this was definitely the last one on your bucket list. this was supposed to be a nice way to spend time with leon after he came back from a longer assignment.

you two decided to keep it simple and just go to your favorite downtown bar that you discovered by accident. as you were waiting for leon to come back with your drinks you saw someone sitting in front of you in your booth.

you hoped it was leon but when you looked back the person in front of you was the last person you wanted to see.

“ long time no see huh? i guess it was fate that brought the two of us here don’t you think? ” oh how you wanted to throw something at your ex right now. but the only thing you had on you was your purse and it was too damn valuable to waste it on an asshole like this.

“ no i don’t think so. go find someone else to bother. ” you kept you glare on them and prayed to the gods that they would just leave you alone. you tried keeping yourself busy to somehow convey the message that you wanted nothing to do with your ex but they didn’t seem to catch on.

“ don’t act like you don’t miss me. ” they started to lean in closer and you could smell the alcohol on their breath. you tried to move away as much as possible but that didn’t stop them from trying to touch you.

“ oh come on, don’t be like that… ”

“ i believe they made it clear they want you to leave. ” you looked up to see leon staring at your ex with a glare that could kill a person if he tried hard enough.

“ and who do you think you are, prince charming? ” you knew that in a moment they would have their ass handed to them by leon but getting kicked out of the bar was not your priority right now.

you stood up and grabbed leons hand. at first you tried to get him to follow you to the exit but he stood firmly, wanting to confront the person in front of him.

“ leon, come on. they’re not worth it. ” but he didn’t budge.

“ if i see you trying something fucked up again our next meeting is not going to end up so well for you. ” after that you were finally able to get leon out of there. his arm wrapped around you as he holds you as close to him as possible.

as you two walked to the car he gave you a kiss on the top of your head. he knew about your past relationship and how it wasn’t healthy. at the same time he was pissed that some asshole ruined your evening but he already had an idea of how he could cheer you up.

“ let’s go home. i have something better in mind than going to a bar. what do you say hm? ”

[insomniactic-daydream]

Princess- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.3)

<- Previous Pt.2

Summary: Time has passed, and Bakugo gauntlets are almost done. However, due to a Todoroki family argument, Y/n decides she needs a break from her family by focusing on completing the gauntlets sooner.

"The USJ? Like Universal Studios USJ?" your older sister Fuyumi questions you're twin brother.

"No, it's a training facility we're going to. Apparently, All might and another pro are coming to see us and how we perform, " Shoto says calmly. Your older sister has made a habit of forcing both of you to talk about your day.

You lazily eat your food, hoping Fuyumi can squeeze more out of Shoto rather than pestering you. You're day always seemed uneventful compared to you brother. Unfortunately for you, Shoto didn't have anymore words to spare; giving you the spotlight.

"How about you Y/n, does you're class have anything planned? Anything exciting." Fuyumi smiles warmly.

"Not really. I'm almost done with those gauntlets I've been working on. So I might get graded on that soon."

"That's great, I'm sure that student is excited for thier new gear. You're going to definitely pass" Fuyumi says trying to make do with all the silence.

"Oh, they definitely won't stop nagging me, that's for sure." You remember all the texts and in-person conversations you've had with Bakugo that always started with "Wheres my shit at?".

If he's not pestering you at the cafeteria, then he's found you hiding away in the support classroom to eat.

You almost feel bad for not having anything to say but you can't get past the old Fuyumi that has side against you for simply loving the only parent that'll look at you, to the one trying to make amends now.

"Listen... I think the both of you should visit mom some time soon. Her recovery is doing really well, and it might help her if she saw the two of you more." Fuyumi says hesitantly; causing you to drop your utensil down.

"I'll think about it" "No thank you" come out of the two of you simultaneously.

"Y/n come on please, can you try and make the effort." Fuyumi pleads.

"Why would I make the effort for someone who could barely stand me. Hell, I'm pretty sure I learned to crawl faster than  Shoto cause she couldn't bear picking me up." You spat.

"That's not her fault and you know it." Shoto defends his mother. "You know the reason why she struggled." He says in his dull tone.

You scoff. "Well, it isn't my fault I was born identical to Dad. But hey, at least my quirk allows me to fix that, huh? I'm doing all of you a favor, I guess." You say standing up, grabbing your plate to put away.

"Y/n that's not what-"

"Thank you for the food Fuyumi it was delicious. Sorry I soured the mood." You interrupt her. Not wanting to cause any more issues, you headed to your room.

Forgiving never came easy to you. I mean, how could it. Everything little remark or digust they have for actually giving thier dad the time of day really did a number on your mental health and how you act today.

It hards to accept how Fuyumi cares now all of a sudden to include dad, while she made you feel horrible for loving him in the past.

Don't get it wrong, Enjj Todoroki is no saint and Y/n understands that her mother is not a monster. But, her father at least tried to make up for the lack of attention your mother gave to you while focusing on Shoto.

Endeavor was also the blame for the dynamic, but your mother never opposed it. They had agreed that he would take care of the one she couldn't bear looking at, and she'd make sure the boy is healthy.

Shoto was the focus for Endeavor; he pushed your mother's priorities towards him. After all, a boy with split hair had more quirk potential than you with just red. That was until your quirks came

Endeavor had ended up training both of you till exhaustion. However, only Shoto was consoled by their mother at the end of the day. Only Shoto was defended to take a break.

Just a child wanting to be loved by her parents. But she still had to be appreciative cause it was more than what her older siblings get to have. But still.

Guess the death of Touya, and your mother being put away, really made it easy for your father to accept that you didn't want to be a hero and you found it more enjoyable to make gadgets.

After all, you remind him so much of his first son that saying no to your passion would be doing Touya a dishonor. At least Shoto was still interested in being a hero, not for your father but to show him he doesn't need his fire quirk. Maybe that's why Shoto gave you a hard time with you using yours.

You sigh into your pillow, contemplating Fuyumi suggestion. You wanted to try. So bad. But then again, if your mother really wanted to make amends, then wouldn't she try and contact you.

You toss in your bed, groaning in frustration. You inevitably grab your phone before typing.

'You busy tomorrow? I heard you're going to a training facility soon. I can get your gauntlets done this weekend, but only if you have a place I can use my quirk safely.'

Maybe you shouldn't have texted the aggravating blonde, but you could use his nagging as a distraction for at least the weekend.

You wait a little before you hear a notification go off.

'The old hag said we can use the metal shed in the back. Or is that not up to your standards, princess?' You read out. The nickname catching you off guard with pink cheeks, but you know he's only mocking your social status. (As if he didn't mention his parents are wealthy designers in an attempt to not feel inferior by you.)

'You're lucky I spent too much time on your gauntlets to melt them to a metal sheet just for that comment asshole.'

(Next Part 4) ->

Little family angst 💜☺️

I'll admit that I haven't really fully caught up on the series yet. I'm only where dabi reveals his identity. So, sorry if the storyline is a little off or completely wrong.😅

Tags: @queenriki7

[amethystfairy1]

Sorry to continue adding to the backlog of asks but I wanted to inform you of last nights dream because you do not understand the amount I am affected by your tippy taps--

So we're in TTSBC, which I know exclusively because my brain said, "Oh hey, it's ttsbc!Tango!" At the start of the dream. He's, for some reason, currently topside, although it is dead night. We're in a car dealership. All of a sudden, Tango locks eyes with some random person who's vaguely wearing blue (the whole rest of the dream is in third person as a spectator except for this moment, where I'm Tango and lock eyes with this guy-- by which i mean our faces are 2 inches apart and we're staring each other down for all of 0.5 seconds-- and then I spawn in as a seperate character next to Tango). Tango looks at me and him and I start booking it down the car-dealership now turned parking garage (which is how ik it's night, it's one of those multi-story garages and the level opens to the sky and it's a deep midnight blue outside). We're running and absolutely leaving the guy in the DUST, but then he starts catching up. Dreams. Good news, Tango, apperently is a really good pickpocket because he stole BMW keys at some point! So we get in the BMW and drive the heck away. (I know nothing about cars, but upon googling, the car looked most like a BMW XM. This is irrelevant, but I remember it too well not to share. Why is it a BMW? No idea. I don't drive one, I don't think about them ever, and I only know it's a BMW because the letters BMW were plastered on the front)

We speed away like crazy in the same direction we were going (this parking garage is like over 50 miles long atp honestly) until the car breaks down, at which point we get out, completely casually as though nothing just happened, and I wake up, roll over, see it's only 5 am and I can sleep for another hour, and clonk back out, but not before vaguely going "huh. Didn't know Tango knew how to drive a BMW" which committed the dream to memory.

Fun fact about me: I very rarely remember my dreams. At all. Let alone in the VIVID detail I remember this. Now I'm wondering how many such dreams I've had about these characters loll. I know I had one involving Ren in some capacity at some point, but that's it.

Anyway, I think I got a prophetic dream about there being a Tango-based chapter today. I'm just that in tune with the world apperently loll.

I have provided reference photos of the dream. Basically:

Except imagine Tango looking sly asf holding car keys and being visible through the windshield in every shot

(Just now realizing it also involved cars, I'm so good at this /j)

Anyway, thank you for providing me with entertainment both while conscious and not apperently! I was going to send this ask when I got home from school, but the new chapter took full priority, and I forgot about it until my mother asked for her car keys back just now, so here we are!

Wait this is SO FUNNY!

HOW DID TTSBC!TANGO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!? THEY DON'T HAVE CARS IN THE UNDER-CITY! OH MY STARS!

I'm so glad my tippy taps have so deeply wormed their way into your brain 😅