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djwiththejd · 1 year ago

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The Fall of The House of Usher (2023) Episode 2

I'm back, back in the New York Groove ~

Like I said before, I'm writing this because I need a hobby. I do feel like after sleeping on everything I typed up for with episode 1 that I can do with a reorganization of sorts. I simply cannot point out every one liner, clue, and reference to something obscure in this show without developing carpal tunnel.

So, with that, I'm going to change the layout of how I type up this episode and see if I like it better. At the moment of writing this, I have already finished Episode 2 and I'm chomping at the bit to write about it. SO without further ado, some analysis I was too tired to bring up in my first post.

Firstly, once I saw that The Murder in The Rue Morgue had its own episode title, I got the gist that each episode would be focused around the death of each sibling. I sincerely hope by now that this isn't a spoiler however, as the entire family has to die in order for the fall of the House of Usher to actually come to fruition. Luckily everyone in the family except for possible Lenore and Juno are shit people. So anyhow, the 8 episode layout where Episode 1 begins with the introduction, six episodes in the middle each center around the death of a sibling, and then the last episode will probably be reserved for the death of the twins. What's great is that you can assume that structure is what is intended and still be surprised by plot twists and modernization elements to make the story new, fun, and exciting. It's the journey, blah, blah, blah.

ALSO, I've never seen any other piece of Mike Flanagan's works, so this is my first time delving into a horror anthology. I am sure I liked Hill House things when it first came out bc people were very funny about it on here, but I was too much of a chicken to watch it.

Anyhow, now we move onto the next bit, background and plot!

So first, I have not read The Masque of the Red Death. I am literally just copy/pasting the first paragraph of the plot summary from Wikipedia, hyperlinks and all:

The story takes place at the castellated abbey of the "happy and dauntless and sagacious" Prince Prospero. Prospero and 1,000 other nobles have taken refuge in this walled abbey to escape the Red Death, a terrible plague with gruesome symptoms that has swept over the land. Victims are overcome by "sharp pains", "sudden dizziness", and "profuse bleeding at the pores", and die within half an hour. Prospero and his court are indifferent to the sufferings of the population at large; they intend to await the end of the plague in luxury and safety behind the walls of their secure refuge, having welded the doors shut to ensure no one enters or leaves.

Unfortunately, the episode does not start with our young prince Prospero. It starts with a flashback of Dupin in 1979 taking a photo of an exhumed and empty grave. At this point Dupin's plaque titles his as "Junior Fraud Investigator," and apparently isn't a police officer. The most important bit here is how Dupin pushes back against his boss and the boss asks him: "Say you win. If you could catch them all, take all of it, all the greed, the foulness, the rot in the world and sit down across from it, what would you say?" and then it immediately cuts to Dupin in that dilapidated childhood home of Roderick and Madeline Usher, and Dupin gets to ask "Was it ever going to be enough?" There's more there, but the callous way Roderick responds indicates that the mask has come up again briefly. He's defensive about Ligodone, he's defensive about his wife, he refuses to explain why there is no number of dollars in the world that will make him and Madeline feel satisfied with their success.

It was also important that in the past, Dupin tells his boss that "This world needs changing." This is the same ideal that the twins have, but the intent and the implication behind those same words these people said at approximately the same time culminates in them leading very different lives. For now, that's all I have to say on the matter.

Now, moving on. Perrie's corpse appears behind Dupin this time. This time Dupin does turn around but sees nothing, so we can assume that the corpses are just visions. The ghosts of Roderick's past coming back to haunt him, quite literally.

So when we first see Perrie in this episode, he's introduced in bed surrounded by naked bodies, sex toys, etc. I'm sure it is meant at first sight to shock the senses, but personally I couldn't stop thinking about how we are visually seeing Perrie being "boxed in" this hedonistic cage of his own making. This is Perrie's own bed, the people he chose to spend his time with, but as we see in the episode when we look at how his family interacts with him and how Verna speaks to him, Perrie has basically put himself into a box of his own deadly sin, Lust. In this vein, I wonder if I can do an analysis of each child as one of the deadly sins, omitting Pride. Pride has historically been seen as the worst sin, or the highest sin that brings forth all the other sins, so if I did do this analysis, I would immediately take Pride out of the equation only because I would ascribe it to the twins as the head of the family and as the parents of all of the other sins. I haven't watched the other episodes yet so I'm not sure if this analysis will keep up going forward but for now I have a general idea which sin I would ascribe to which child.

So moving on with the plot, Perrie wakes up and comes out to two people in his apartment and I recognized one of them! Molly Quinn, famously known for being Richard Castle's daughter and also the daughter of the other RV owning family in We're the Millers. She's a fond part of my childhood, and I'm loving her haircut. However, we see a weird, almost violent display of power when Perrie thinks his expensive eggs were eaten by his "friends" and I put friends in parentheses because I'm not entirely sure yet if Perrie does see these people as his friends, lovers, or even equals.

They discuss disappointment at Roderick vetoing supporting the Prospero club venture he had pitched, and Perrie says it might have been an overall good thing. He gets a call from Frederick, lovingly saved in his phone as Dickwad. Apparently he's supposed to be shadowing Frederick, but as soon as he walks in, his immaturity and naïveté derails the entire meeting with the Feds over Fortunato's poor environmental business practices. This enrages Freddie, and he accuses Perrie of being the mole informant. The continuous bit that Freddie struggles to differentiate between the two is actually quite funny, especially because Perrie has just shown his ass to not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but even he can keep those two different concepts straight in his head. Freddie really says some demoralizing shit to Perrie though, you can tell he sees himself above the other children, similarly to how Tamerlane's musings about the informant likely being "one of the bastards" from the first episode. Just because Roderick says you're family doesn't necessarily show that the children saw it the same way even when paternity is established.

Perrie lays out the details for the sex and drug-fueled club event to his two lackeys, and Verna briefly pops up on the roof of the building before Perrie looks back and sees that she's gone. We cut to the Rue Morgue, and Victorine and Alessandra lose another monkey. Victorine takes it hard and Alessandra tells her the last thing they should be talking about right now is human trials. However, we see that she's lying through her ass to her father, who is fast tracking this process because he's the person who needs that surgery.

Cut to Perrie asking Leo for drugs. So many drugs. Leo has funny quip in heres, but he's important because he tells Perrie that he's "better than a dealer, smarter than a DJ," and that "this is beneath you." Leo sees potential in Perrie that I saw a glimpse of when he was crunching numbers and setting entry fees for the guests. It is a shame that Perrie doesn't choose to listen to him in the end. And yes, another funny viagra quip.

We cut to Bill T. Wilson's...workout video? So that's what BILLT nation is. I will say the half-confused, half-concerned, half-disgusted, half-almost fascinated face Camille has is priceless here. We then cut to her watching a testimony from an alleged whistleblower at the Fortunato trial. Camille's willingness to find something about this whistleblower if there isn't anything to find speaks a lot about how she is as a PR manager. Ruthless, merciless, and focused on the ends to justify the means. The informant issue is eating at her because it was a factor she could not see or control. She zeroes in on Vic's clinical trial because she thinks it stinks, and we know it does, but she's got some ulterior motive that we don't know yet. The guy was admittedly fair in asking what Vic did to her, but it was one of those things you keep inside and never voice because Camille 100% has the ability to ruin you. Her glare was iconic. I was scared but also a little excited. I was hoping for some action but we cut to Perrie again instead.

A drop of water from the ceiling drips and lands on a phone. We talk about how to access the party, Molly Quinn uses her vocal fry to whisper sing an ad-libbed version of WAP, and we see the sprinkler again while Perrie asks about the water. We move to discussing the sprinklers to "make it rain" for the party and the guy for it says the sprinklers are shut off and Perrie calls bullshit because they dripped on his phone. He has this entire bit about hooking up the sprinklers to the filtered water tanks on the roof, etc, and starts talking about "The Golden Rule." I know this rule well, and while Perrie doesn't get to finish saying it before we cut to Roderick, I can confidently say as someone without money that money can solve many, many problems. So yes, whoever has the gold, does make the rules.

Roderick tells Dupin about the comic where he read about it. Before he can also finish saying "rule" Perrie's corpse appears to stand before him, and WOW he looks horrific. The SFX team deserves major props for this work, because he looks like a human anatomy model. 100% my money is that there's acid rain in the sprinklers/in the water tanks in the roof, and I'm probably right, but once again, the beauty of good media/literature/stories isn't about guessing the plot twist or the ending of the story before you get to it, it's about enjoying the process as you go along. I'm having a great time.

Roderick switches to something called CADASIL. Cerebral autosomal dominant arteriopathy with subcortical infarcts and leukoencephalopathy. (The subtitle person for this deserves a raise.) It is apparently a hereditary form of vascular cognitive impairment. "Before it kills you, it causes symptoms very much like dementia. Affects thinking, problem solving, spatial reasoning and memory. It can even cause hallucinations."

Ah. There it is.

Roderick has this. And there's no cure. And he's refusing all the medications. AND the only hope is preventative. THE EXPERIMENTAL SMART HEART MESH HE SPENT $200 MILLION ON THAT HIS DAUGHTER IS WORKING ON?! Ah, so he is spending the gold to make sure the rules can work for him. Even if it means cutting corners and costing lives. Amazing how much money can really take away your sense of humanity though.

He brings up Rufus Griswold and that unfortunate cemetery business. What I laughed at was the dry, subtle way Roderick just calls Gris "the original gangsta." I had to rewind to make sure my eyes and the subtitles weren't playing tricks on me. So apparently all of this, as we are finding out, starts there. In Gris' office. With the Gris himself, "the original cocksucker."

Oh, it is a flashback. Young Roderick goes in to talk to Gris, but what about? Gris pours himself a drink and acerbically mocks the FDA. The "Fuck Dicks Association." Roderick is clearly not used to this kind of vibe, but he plays along poorly, not that it seems to matter much to Gris. Then again, this is a man who succeeded the helm of Fortunato. When he talks, he expects others to play along, he doesn't care how badly they do it as long as he's the one speaking and in charge. Roderick tries to make a pitch but Griswold is unhappy to hear it. He's about to kick Roderick out but decides fuck it, he's already here. Might as well just pretend to listen and kick him out. Obviously he doesn't say that, but I did debate for most of high school. Some judges walk in biased and you know you've lost before you even open your mouth. This happens with WASPy soccer moms judging their kids' debate tournament, this happens with judges on a local and federal level even though we pretend it isn't true, and it is certainly happening right now with Roderick Usher about to try to pitch something to Rufus Griswold. It is a shame Roderick doesn't know it yet.

He pitches ligodone, the same drug that dupin is in modern times currently trying to nail Fortunato and the Ushers for for falsely advertising as everything Roderick is pitching to Gris now. It is a really good pitch, very idealistic. I think Roderick may believe ligodone is the cure for everything, but I'm hooked on his line "this world...needs changing." He's as idealist as young Dupin at this time. I am so committed to seeing what goes wrong.

The pitch continues, Griswold pushes back, and Roderick suggests that Fortunato will become a miracle and Griswold will become the new Messiah. This piques my interest. We've got the ultra-religious mom, the children being allegories for the deadly sins, and a reference to the head of Fortunato with ligodone as the next Messiah. It certainly invokes a sense of hubris with inevitable downfall. But then Roderick brings it back to his mom and how much pain she was in. It really throws me for a loop because I think the humanity of it all is really at the bottom of Griswold's mind.

We cut to a new location and a crying baby. we see Madeline first and then a woman with the crying baby. We quickly figure out this is Roderick's wife Annabel (hur hur Annabel Lee) who consoles him for not winning his pitch. Madeline looks out of place, uncomfortable being there and more focused on things outside of the domestic sphere like Roderick's failed pitch. When we cut to the silent time after the baby is quiet at night, we see Roderick in the middle of these two women, with Madeline at his right hand side. When Annabel expresses remorse about the familial ties Roderick has with Fortunato, with his mother and father, Madeline seems shocked that he would have told his wife about such a detail? Like ma'am, that is your brother's wife. I just get this codependent vibe from the two of them that really gives me the ick. Annabel really does her best to bring them back to humanity by saying money isn't everything, but Madeline is not buying it. Madeline is completely jaded, turned off by men, turned off by love, basically anything where human emotion can show off even a sense of vulnerability. and she's just kind of disrespectful towards Annabel. (There's a bit here about AI writing movies and TV shows, I see that insert, I acknowledge it, I will move on.)

Madeline starts salivating at the thought of using algorithms to mimic human consciousness and ho it speaks to immortality. This is the first time I've seen her care about anything since I've seen her in this house, so I'm writing this immortality bit down as a note for later.

"Fuck that tiny little man in his big office with his tiny little ideas. WE are going to change the goddamn world, and if Fortunato won't help us get there, we will trample them on our way."

Ah. Spoken like a true capitalist, Madeline. Annabel can't fight off this insatiable, almost rabid thirst of Madeline's to move forward, and clearly since she isn't in the present with us, clearly Madeline must have won Roderick over to her side either by force or by choice. Shame, since Annabel was the paragon of virtue and humanity in this argument, and just goes to show how almost inhuman Madeline has become in this pursuit to change the world.

In the present, Madeline is talking to Lenore about answering a bunch of questions. Apparently she's making an Ai-approximation of Lenore by havingher write a journal every day for four months, answer 10,000 questions, and have it worm its way through the internet and collect all of her virtual data. This is impressive, actually. I'm doing some research on AI right now for an old law school professor so I've learned a lot about AI in the past few months and I have some background on this AI approximation that Madeline is trying to create. I might write a separate post about it altogether.

Back to Madeline. She assumes everyone wants to live on after they die, like the ancients. She had her Ancient Egypt phase, I see. This is Madeline's Roman Empire. She unboxes the mummification tools the Ancient Egyptians used to scoop out the brain, but there's a bunch of other artifacts behind her as well, propped up like trophies. She calls it her "immortality collection," so it isn't about Ancient Egypt, her hyperfixation is the concept of immortality.

Pym comes in and tells her she was right about something. Perrie's bank statements show that he's spending less. It either means he's "coming down in his old age" or that he's spending more cash. If so, he's dealing, pimping, or taking a payout in cash from the Federal government. Juno doesn't have her own accounts, she's co-signed on Roderick's. MAdeline here treats Juno with derision, calling her "the child bride" but ma'am. Once again, the common denominator here is that your brother picked these women to marry! Those are his decisions, deal with it! Either way, she's also intent on finding the informant.

Lenore walks in on Juno and Roderick being handsy in his office, but they quickly settle themselves. Juno is hilarious here, but it does highlight that Juno and Lenore are closer in age and interests than anyone else in this household. Blegh. Ok, maybe Madeline's comment about the whole child bride thing was on point. Juno is such comedic relief here, I'm not gonna lie, this actress is stellar, and I love her Irish accent. I think after all that tension and analysis, it was good to have a break. These things are too long, I need to shorten them for Episode 3.

Oh, cut to Perrie trying to drop off documents for Froderick. Dickwad. Frederick. Freddie. Morrie answers the door and tells him she's sorry about how Freddie can be. She tells Perrie she gets it, and idk, am I getting "battered wife" vibes here or is this just an act to try to get him to warm up? Perrie instead decides to be a degenerate and invite his shitty's brother WIFE to his expensive orgy. She scoffs and rebukes him, but he pulls some psycho manipulation about sex that as a demi person I can't relate to, but I appreciate her being all "How dare you!" about it. I still think if the show is going to put moving music in the background on it that she's going to end up going though, so maybe an early RIP to Morella Usher? Perrie's a whole ass freak, but Morrie is considering it, so wow.

Cut to Tamerlane. She's watching Bill set the table and then the bell rings. Off screen she invites a woman in who asks if a wig works for her? Ok, so this girl looks a bit like Chloe Fineman from SNL, but she just walks in wearing a wig and says hi to Bill like she's done this a million times before. Is this some type of roleplay? Ok, they're paying her in cash and Tamerlane is explaining her roleplay? She wants a romantic, intimate dinner? But she wants this girl to pretend to be her? Wait, she's sitting down and watching? Ok, so Tamerlane is sitting down and watching a hired girl pretend to be her, watch Bill treat her like he treats her, and Tamerlane gets off by watching it all as a third party observer? Her sexual fantasies literally start at dinner. I mean I just said Perrie's a whole ass freak, but Tamerlane kind of is one on a whole other, more voyeuristic, self-insertion level. I am confusion.

Cut to Camille watching Bill's workout video and kind of following his workout in a fascinated way? I'm also confusion. Anyway, her interns walk in and she turns it off, but then asks for updates on Vic's clinical trials and is frustrated that Toby can't get any results. She then goes into background of the testing facility "Roderick. Usher. Experimental." R.U.E. So she sets up the bit about the Rue Morgue. My favorite Poe short story. Tina goes into the paralytic nerve agent but Camille is uninterested. She looks through photographs and then..gets up to join them in bed? I had to rewind again. I didn't even realize they were undressing while debriefing her. And Camille's wearing a rope bra. And they're her interns! Besides the ethical and workplace violations from the freaking PR person for Fortunato, this whole family is FULL of sexual deviants. Wtf. I am confusion. AGAIN.

Cut to ships in a bottle. Frederick is showing Lenore how to make a ship in a bottle for Grampus Roderick. Morrie is headed out and apparently she's going to the orgy party. Great...

Everything is stuffed into lockers and masks come on. Perrie is overlooking this domain like the young Prince Prospero from the story. He gets excited when he sees and realizes his dickwad brother's hot wife showed up to his orgy. Morrie plays dumb, but Perrie tells her to try some drugs and one of the twelve bedrooms before he says he will find her later.

Cut to security cameras. Perrie points out all the famous/famous adjacent people who showed up. He reveals his plan to use the security footage form this hedonistic orgy to blackmail everyone who arrived at the party. Suddenly, inviting his dickwad's brother's hot model/actress wife makes a lot more sense, and he says it out loud. He drops a tidbit about Freddie is afraid of using elevators. Mght be useful for later. He then proceeds to give his lackeys ecstasy through mouth to mouth and they all head out to continue partying before a woman in a skull mask walks through the door. We know it is Verna, but Perrie doesn't know who she is. Verna and Morrie briefly make eye contact before Verna slips away and Perrie follows her to ask her who she is.

Verna finally removes her mask and she and Perrie somehow end up in a private bedroom. I don't know if the red lights are indicative of the seventh room in the original story, but if it is just a stylistic option, it also looks fitting. Verna tells him he can take off his mask. He asks her if she knows him, and she says she knows everyone here because this is her kind of party. She talks about the music, the lights, the beautiful flesh. She really leans into "the smells of it." And no, it isn't what you would think. "All the sweat, the perfumes, the lotions, the musk. sex, yes. But with a dash of Rome."

Verna asks him to tell her, and not lie, if this party is everything he wanted it to be. He says, "Not yet. Almost." She responds that "nearly realized is the sweetest. It is better...in the moment just before than in the moment after." She tells him he did it, and there's still time. For what? He asks. Verna responds..."To stop it."

She tells Perrie "Things like this, all things in fact, have consequences." He tells her that's not what is happening here based off of his invite (even though he KNOWS he plans to blackmail everyone in this room later.) Verna responds there are always consequences and talks about him. About choices that lead to consequences, and how his existence is a consequence. I wrote down the whole speech because those sequence of choices will likely be illuminated once the entire series is over, so I want that to reflect upon during each episode.

It is a shame, because even though Verna tells Perrie that tonight he is consequential, he doesn't even realize how serious she is. She gives him a chance to take it all back, and then the two of them could have had fun, and that she's got a weakness for bad boys. She tells Perrie "you are a pretty, pretty little thing" before she disappears into the party again. Perrie chases after her but she's gone. He takes something, puts his mask back on and returns to the party. Verna is seen whispering into the ears of the security guards, the bartender, etc before she appears behind Morrie and tells her to "Go. Now." So Morrie is given due warning. Now the decision is up to her whether to leave or stay as midnight approaches. Morrie stays, and has to deal with the consequences of her choices.

The acid rain in the sprinklers rains down and proceeds to basically liquify the entire party. Everyone looks like anatomical models, but Perrie is still moving a bit. Verna approaches his melted body and whispers "You beautiful boy" and kisses him on the lips as he dies before placing her skull mask on his face. And that's the end of the episode.

There's a lot there. I feel like I have to immediately start Episode 3 in order to recover from the whiplash of all of that, but this is going up now. I think for Episode 3 I will take it "scene by scene" as I plan to watch the entire episode in full since Rue Morgue is my favorite short story and I wanna see how it plays out with Camille. If I'm lucky I'll get Episode 3 up today but I am very much at the whim of my moods and medication.

Overall this was a good episode, we saw everyone else's freaky sex interests and I do think Perrie gives me "lust" deadly sin vibes, especially because his penchant for lust is what got him killed. Verna calling him beautiful before and after the acid rain is intriguing. She could be saying his demon-esque look is appealing because she herself is a demon. I got a google notecard/ad type of thing for an article saying that Verna is the Raven because it is an anagram, but I'm interested in seeing other explanations as to what Verna could be. She could be the literal devil that the twins made a deal with to get where they are, I'm not entirely sure. I just want to get through this series with as little spoilers as possible to see how accurate my guesses are.

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years ago

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Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

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✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[033] — epilogue!

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a/n: this is definitely not my best writing cause my brain was going brr the entire time i was writing this, but i honestly can’t believed i have finished yet another smau! 🥳 ✨if i’m being completely honest this smau took a complete turn to what i was initially planning,, but it ended up not being that bad. i certainly feel like this smau would’ve been a lot better if i didn’t have school preoccupying me 24/7, but i’m still really proud of this. thank you guys for reading and dealing with this messy, messy smau!! ☺️

a year flew by faster than you had hoped. Two weeks turned into a month, a month turned into six, and six months turned into a year. A lot of things can happen within a year. Hell, a shit ton of things can happen within six months, yet here you were, all glammed up in your best dress at the move premiere of love cemetery.

you hadn’t felt this nervous in ages. the quickening of your pulse, the rapidly beating heart, to your pals that perspired as the seconds ticked on by. akaashi stood by you this whole time as your gaze keeps looking over to the guest list as if it were to magically change if you were too look away for one second. akaashi had been by your side, your moral support and the absolute backbone of your sanity the moment you and the team landed in los angeles a year ago. he noticed everything about you. he was one of your best friends, how could he not notice the way you were suddenly quiet and not excited right now?

he laid a careful hand on the small of your back to comfort you, leaning over to the same list of guests you were worrying about. “are you worried about who i invited again?”

“i’m more worried they’re not coming.” you confess without a single beat missed.

“oh, they will,” he assured you confidently. there was even a rising smirk in his expression when he let go of you, “have a little bit of faith in me will you? i was the one who got you back in touch with them.”

you huff playfully, rolling your eyes as you recalled the strange feeling of isolation over six months ago when you landed in la. it was in no doubt the longest flight of your life, lasting a good fifteen hours if you counted the two hour layover in hawaii due to reckless turbulence (it was one of the scariest flights in your life too). you had read their texts then, drowning in the sudden downpour of emotions when you read their words, i love you.

it almost didn’t seem real. you swore it had to have been the fatigue playing games on you as you couldn’t sleep for the life of you on the plane. yeah, maybe that was it, you excused. you were so desperate for their messages to be a figment of your imagination, you literally tried everything—turning your phone on and off, asking sugawara for eye droplets, and even ignored it until you were back on the plane and landed in los angeles. it had to be fake, please be fake. yet, in the back of your head you knew damn well it wasn’t.

there was a plaguing thought within you, one that’s so destructive and degenerative that you hated the fact you thought this way. but it wasn’t like you could help it. insecurity was a troublesome venom that coursed through your veins everyday and there didn’t seem to be an antidote to your own self-destruction.

you loved them both, but you weren’t entirely sure if you had enough love to give for the both of them, let alone one. iwaizumi and bokuto’s feelings confused you to the core. you broke their hearts, yet how could they still love you so dearly?

you didn’t know the answer nor did you have time to even find it.

the film crew stayed in los angeles for two weeks and filmed over the course of that time period. days were filled with twelve hour shoots and a tight film schedule. being the author of the work itself, you were a major part of the production alongside the director. he trusted your vision and you’d often find yourself staying on set the entire day while kaori and the rest of the ddd team felt like they were on vacation. your only free time during that time was the ten minute holy grails in between takes that you were able to check social media.

you simply didn’t have the time to think about them. and yet they were like haunting ghosts that followed you relentlessly. every time you checked twitter or instagram, you would see every post, every tweet, every story. all of which would send your heart spiraling and tugging.

you missed them. but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. you couldn’t possibly strike up conversation with any of them after completely ignoring their calls and texts for weeks. you had to have an odd amount of audacity to do that, and you simply didn’t have the guts to do so. if anything, the only lasting form of communication between you and the boys was the ringing notification that you liked each other’s posts.

it was quite the sad reality.

the film set then transferred to new york city, where the next two weeks would be filled with yet another plethora of twelve hour work days. fortunately for you, the rest of the ddd team were pulling a bit more of their weight, helping you on the creative side of things, yet still having the time to do all the fun touristy things whilst in the city.

you could remember the way your heart lit up seeing iwaizumi and bokuto’s names beneath who saw your story. it was a video of you and your team at the lady liberty statue. in it, kaori and yuko were chomping down on gigantic $2 street hot dogs, sugawara was yelling at semi for getting in the way of his film camera, while akaashi was complaining that the wind kept knocking down his green lady liberty hat.

it was strange thinking how fast things can change. within the first week, you were always up for an adventure in the city when the days were filled with work, but as the week progressed, your social meter decreased more and more.

loneliness hit you then. it was a peculiar type of loneliness, the type that you felt alone despite being surrounded by your closest friends and working on your dream project. you figured you were just homesick the way everyone else was getting all ready for a night out going bar hopping while you sat in the living room of your hotel room in your pajamas.

“are you sure you don’t want to come with us, (y/n)?” kaori asked you, concern washing over her slightly as you flickered her a tired look.

you shook your head, a small smile of gratitude melting upon your lips. “no, you guys go on ahead and have fun.”

your friends could only give you a look. they knew why you were being like this and they knew damn well it wasn’t homesickness. semi specifically threw you a look that’s meant to be teasing and oddly persuasive. “it’s been over a month, this can be a chance for you to finally meet someone new!” he exclaimed optimistically.

what was stopping you, anyway? it was clear nothing was, yet you still held yourself back. homesickness couldn’t possibly be to reason for it either. why are am i being like this?

“it’s okay, i’m with akaashi,” you decline once more, “he’ll keep me company.”

“alright then, join us once you feel like moving on.” says yuko with a hint of venom in her tone. you couldn’t blame her for saying that though as it was the harsh reality of it all.

your friends filed out the door, closing it in a thud and once again you felt alone. isolated as if you were in a void of your own silent thoughts that even the loud murmurs coming from the television wasn’t enough to drown out your shallow inhibitions.

the night continued on like this for a few hours. eating snacks in the dark living room with the remote in your hand, flipping channels every five minutes as your running thoughts couldn’t keep your attention span still. it felt like you were missing something, a part of yourself that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. you thought of all of the possibilities why you felt like there was a void in your heart, yet the only thing you could properly convince yourself on was that you just missed home. but was that really all that you had missed?

you thoughts are interrupted by steps approaching you. akaashi walks into the living room, flicking on the switches and causing you to grimace at the bright lights. your eyes stung slightly as they adjusted from being in the dark for too long.

“where are you going?” you ask akaashi as you noticed his dressed up attire.

“i got done with all the paperwork and emails,” he answers while he fixes the collar of his dress shirt, “i’m deciding to have some fun tonight with the rest of the group. are you still up for it? i’ll wait for you to get ready if you want.”

the thought occurred within you that you should agree. that the possibility of this unexplainable feeling of isolation you were feeling would disappear if you were to just say yes and go. but as self-destructive as you were on yourself, you continued to hold yourself back—hesitant and always second guessing your actions.

you open your mouth slightly, but you ultimately just shook your head no.

akaashi lets out a sigh. he was genuinely hoping you would come around sooner or later. granted, it had been over a month since you guys left japan and he figured you would be over everything by now, but that obviously wasn’t the case. “you might be receiving a call soon... i suggest you should answer it.”

confusion flushed over your expression, giving him a strange look. but before you could even utter a single question to him, akaashi was already up and out the door.

he left you in a wake of curiosity for the rest of the night. it was nearing one in the morning and you still hadn’t yet received a phone call. it honestly sounded incredibly ominous that you grew a tad bit nervous. there were only so many possibilities on who would call, but it would actually infuriate you if akaashi was just joking around. but then again, akaashi isn’t the type to play something childish like that unless it was kaori or semi’s idea. regardless, the thought kept you awake as you eyes practically weighed like cinder blocks at this point.

you couldn’t believe you wait for two hours for a phone call that might not even happ—it shocked you at first, the ringing of your obnoxious ring tone and the buzzing of the vibrations on the table.

furrowing your brows as you reached over, a gasp left you the moment you read the contact name. your slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your shock. your hand shook from the growing bundle of nerves in your gut as you hesitate.

the name ‘kou’ shined brightly against your face, coaxing you to answer as if your thumb wasn’t frozen the accept button. out of all the possibilities on who would be calling you tonight, it just had to be him. it wasn’t like you opposed talking to bokuto. if anything, you had spent countless of sleepless nights wondering if you should finally answer that text of his. yet no matter how many different messages you have typed, none of them ever saw the light of day. a hurricane of stupid conversation starters and ice breakers swarmed in your head, all messy and disorganized that if you didn’t just suck it up and answered, you would’ve probably missed a chance to reconnect with him.

fuck it, you thought as you accepted the call.

“(y/n)!” bokuto called out to you, sending your heart running thousands of miles an hour. it had been ages since you heard your name come out of his mouth, “how’ve you been? a little birdy told me you needed a little company.”

you had to hold yourself back from smiling too much as you could already feel your cheeks ache. you wanted to scoff and perhaps groan at the sudden embarrassment of what akaashi could’ve told him. “bo—” you started, but is immediately cut off.

yet another familiar voice emitted from bokuto’s line, almost as if they were shouting, “you’re supposed to say that i’m here too, idiot!”

the volleyball player chuckles, “oh sorry, iwa-chan! here.” muffles and cups clanking against each other travel through to line to what you assume is bokuto handing his phone over to iwaizumi.

“uh... hi.” his voice sounded deeper than usual.

“hi iwa, how have you been?” you chuckle, finding his sudden shyness absolutely adorable.

“good, good. i’ve uhh... missed you.”

“i do too.”

“yeah, yeah, you miss me most though right?” bokuto’s loud voice thunders through the call.

the juxtaposition of how daftly different they were was something you could never get enough of. perhaps it was at that moment you finally understood your loneliness through their bickering. you were in fact homesick, but the home that you were thinking of wasn’t what you were missing the most. you suppose the home you missed was them. they were your home.

you let out an amused laugh, “right.”

“that’s good because iwaizumi and i should be mad at you for ghosting us for the past month, but we understand since akaashi explained to us already.”

your eyes suddenly widen into saucers, panicking what he could have possibly said. “what did he tell you?”

“everything,” bo sings.

you audibly groan in embarrassment, throwing your head back onto the couch in retaliation. you were glad they couldn’t see how flushed and red your cheeks were right now as they even extended out to the tips of your ears.

“you know it would’ve been easier to say that you love the both of us and didn’t want to choose right?” iwaizumi points out in between your panic.

“exactly!” cuts in bokuto, “besides we don’t sharing you, you know. who knew you were such a prude, (y/n).” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you couldn’t stop the heat from spreading any further from your face.

now you were really glad they weren’t able to see you at that moment. if they did, you would’ve died from the embarrassment then and there. “give me a break, i was too embarrassed to ask,” you mutter, fearing that they could hear how fast your heart was beating through the call.

“ask what?” iwaizumi teases, “ask if you could date the both of us?”

you were internally screaming at this point. everything that you didn’t think was going to happen, happened all within five minutes and you honestly couldn’t believe it. you were pinching yourself as if you were in a dream, yet no matter how hard you squeezed, this was actually happening. “shut up!” was all you could say.

“even if you did ask... it’s not like we could ever say no to you, (y/n).” says bokuto, his words so enticing that you weren’t sure if you’re heart can handle any more of this.

his words left you absolutely speechless. you honestly didn’t know what to say at this point.

"i’m fine with it and bokuto’s fine with it.” iwaizumi says, “it’s just a matter if you’re willing.”

bokuto then leans forward towards his phone, “so what do you say, (y/n)?”

you swallowed the lump of nerves forming into your throat as the one question you never thought you would ever be asked was right in front of you. and yet you still hesitated despite everything that had just happened. you loved them both, so why weren’t you answering?

a few beats of silence passed before your gained the courage to push out the the very words, “... i’ll think about it.”

“boo! that’s lame!” bokuto shouts.

“i’ll give you guys an answer when i get back home.” you add, hoping to ease the disappointment they were probably feeling at that very moment.

“that won’t be for another few months, though.” iwaizumi deadpans that you could practically see the pout on both of their faces. “but we’ll promise to wait for you, (y/n).”

and so they waited for you to come back home, but you never did. schedules misaligned even when you were finally back home in tokyo. bokuto was getting progressively more busy now that the olympics were coming up and iwaizumi was just as busy, if not busier with the amount of athletes he had to take care of. there was even a constant flying back and forth from tokyo to los angeles for the film, all of which lasted for a few weeks at a time and you swear your couldn’t catch a break.

this went on for months with the only contact between you and the boys were from texting and phone calls that ended up shorter than you anticipated. and now a year had past since you left and this very movie premiere would be the first time you have seen iwaizumi and bokuto for the first time in a year.

this was so ironic how this all played out. you haven’t even realized you already reached the end of the red carpet when an interviewer calls out your name, microphone in hand and a camera pointed directly at your face.

“ms. (y/l/n)!” the woman shouts over the ruckus of snapping photos and other interviewers asking questions to the actors behind you. “there has been rumors going around about your dating life. are you dating msby’s bokuto koutarou or their athletic trainer iwaizumi hajime, who has been getting a lot of attention from stan twitter just recently! could you share some insight on your live life as love cemetery’s creator?”

“um,” you start, not sure how to answer the question as you nervous chuckled, “that’s a secret i’m afraid i can’t tell.”

before the woman could ask you any other questions, you walked away from the carpet and rushed towards the banquet hall. thankfully, akaashi and kaori was nearby and gratefully took your place in the interview without a second thought.

you let out a relieved sigh as much of the noise from the premiere died down as the only people inside the banquet hall were movie critics, the film crew, and other celebrities who were invited. by now, no one in this room would have the audacity to ask you such a personal question which caused weights to fall off your shoulder. you honestly should be used to those types of questions right now as a webtoon author that literally writes romance, but it always catches you off guard when you least expect it. honestly, you were just glad you didn’t slip up.

as a small little reward for yourself, you grab a flute of champagne from the refreshment table, decorated all fancy that you even hesitated to mess up the display. you turn around to face the growing crowd of mingling individuals, talking and laughing amongst each other as you sipped your drink gently. but as you watch you feel a presence on either side of you, both of which sent your heart soaring and a smile to appeared on your cherry colored lips. you didn’t even have to look them up and down to see how handsome they both looked. to think they were all yours.

“so what did you tell that interviewer?” bokuto asks nonchalantly as if he could just get away from a proper greeting. you were surprised he didn’t just engulfed you into his arms then and there.

instead, you opted to play along, “about what?” you tested with a smirk.

“the question about who you’re dating,” iwaizumi adds in from your other side.

you shrug, taking a sip of your champagne, “you guys probably wouldn’t like the answer i gave her.” you could feel the brazen stares bokuto and iwaizumi were giving each other—competitive and oddly provoking.

“she probably said she was dating me,” bokuto hums in response, confidence radiating off him that it caused you to scoff.

“i doubt it,” debates iwaizumi, giving him the same energy. “she probably said she was dating me.”

“actually,” you cut in before the two could possibly start bickering with each other, “i remember specifically saying that i’d thinking about it.”

the boys give you a look, downing their drinks as if they were like the shots they swallowed many nights ago at that bar. it was as if they were trying to win your over again like your feelings had changed since then.

“oh yeah?” bokuto starts, inching closer towards you while iwaizumi rested his arm on the table behind you.

“so what do you think, (y/n)?” says iwaizumi.

they both towered over you, just inches away from your body, but you didn’t cower or back away. if anything there was a playful smirk inevitably resting upon your lips.

now this, was going to be fun.

fun facts! —

sugawara has five rolls of film he had to get developed once they wrapped filming in osaka, each roll is from each city they went to for filming

iwaizumi and bokuto became really close friends when y/n left for la as they bonded over getting ghosted

bc of this,, bokuto posted a pic of him and iwa on his instagram and it got lots of attention that iwa went viral on stan twitter

taglist: (closed!)

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parkersharthook · 5 years ago

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Some Very Specific Hypotheticals

(Tom Holland x female!reader)

warnings: it’s thirst tweets so it’s slightly smutty and risque

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a/n: so I got all of the thirsty tweets towards tom from jordan fisher’s video (x) and all of the thirsty tweets towards the reader from tana mongeau’s video (x). I did make up a few of my own lol but most of them come from those videos

Edit: I recognize tana is problematic and I only used her in one of the tweets bc I had originally gotten these thrist tweets from her video. I don’t actually watch/like her so I was unaware of her issues until recently when she came up in the news (I still don’t really know what the whole situation was tbh) anyways.... I changed tana mongeau to anna kendrick bc i have a crush on her lol

requested: Could you please write a Tom Holland x reader reading thirst tweets

“Hey guys I’m y/n/ y/l/n.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“And today for some reason the two of us, who are in a couple, will be reading the other person’s thirst tweets to them.”

“it’s like some weird version of foreplay.”

“I’m excited.”

You sat in the chair, facing Tom. The two of you had matching blue jugs with little slips of paper full of what you assumed was raunchy girls, and probably guys, thirsting after the two of you.

“Which one of us is going first?” Tom asked as he fiddled with the bucket.

“Oh definitely me.” You pulled out a slip and smoothed it out, “it says in all caps by the way, ‘DAMN DADDY U SEXY CAN I EAT UR ASS?!?! LICK YA BUTT??!!?!” You barely got the full tweet out before you were laughing.

Tom had already turned a shade of pink and was rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. He stuttered slightly, “wow what a way to start this whole thing. Okay, my turn.” He pulled out the next slip, “y/n y/l/n is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye.”

“aww wait that was so sweet. Thank you.”

“Why was mine about eating my ass and yours was saying you were the most beautiful person ever?”

You laughed slightly and shrugged, “look, everyone is just speaking their truth. My turn!” You happily grabbed the next piece of paper, “haha it’s literally just a screenshot of your age with the words ‘thank god’. If that is not the biggest mood ever…”

Tom laughed heavily. “yeah I had someone tweet me saying ‘I saw a lot of people looking up Tom Holland’s age during the movie.’ Guess it’s a recurring theme.” He fingered through the bucket before grabbing a crumpled sheet, “I want y/n y/l/n to murder my bussy.”

You threw your head back in laughter, “I get that one a lot actually. A classic, really.”

Tom looked around sheepishly, blushing hard. “what’s a bussy?”

You snickered slightly, “it’s a butthole tom. You need to educate yourself. Next one! I love how everyone in the world can agree that tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians.”

“okay that one is definitely the forerunner, that’s a good one.”

You looked back down at the paper with a smile, “that is a good one.”

“’Repeat after me: y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny’. And it says that like 16 more times.” Tom shrugged slightly, “I mean… I can’t exactly disagree.”

“Tom!” You cried slightly exasperated as you blushed. “I’m moving on now… ‘Tom Holland’s lil ass is hella fine’.”

“What? My ass is not little.”

You laughed, “relax they said it was and I quote ‘hella fine’. That’s a compliment.”

Tom grumbled slightly as he grabbed the next tweet, “I want to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n. but no tom Holland. It’s just her, me, and a blunt.” He threw the paper down with a little angry frown, “so first they call my ass little and then they steal you for a threesome? Rude.”

You bit your lip with a small chuckle, “if it makes you feel better, it’s not really a threesome thinking that one member is literally a blunt.”

“can we move on before I get jealous?”

“of a random twitter user and weed? Yeah okay sweetie.” You rolled your eyes heavily, eyeing the paper. Tom watched as your eyes grew wide and then a shit eating grin cracked your lips.

“oh… what is it?”

“this tweet is very specific.” You smiled as you met his eye and began reading it, “look how fine this man is i want him to fuck me on a bed of money and finger me with a $100 bill wrapped around his fingers and then stuff ten thousand $100 bills inside me so he can call me his million dollar pussy.”

“oh… my… god.” Tom said slowly, a deep blush rising on his cheeks. “that- that one was a lot to take in.”

You waved the paper in the yes, “yes. Just… yes. This one cleared my skin, watered my crops. Amazing, perfect.”

“shut up, you’re so annoying sometimes.” He stated as he rolled his eyes.

You poked your tongue out at him teasingly, “you love me.”

“unfortunately.” You scoffed as Tom leaned over and patted your knee lovingly. “you know I’m kidding baby.”

“whatever just read the next damn tweet.”

Tom laughed and pulled out the next one, “I would pay any amount of money for y/n y/l/n to spit in my face and call me an ugly fucking bitch. It would be my honor.”

Your mouth fell open in shock as you looked between Tom, your friends behind the camera, and the crew. Well, that threw you for a loop.

“I- I… don’t know what to say to that. I don’t think I’m comfortable spitting in your face, that seems mean. But… I’m not here to kink shame so thank you I guess.”

There were a few snorts behind the camera as you picked the next one, “Tom Holland is both cute and sexy at the time and it’s really messing with my sanity.”

Tom smirked at the camera and flipped his collar, “I mean what can I say?”

“it’s a point of contention in our household for sure.”

“That I’m sexy and cute?”

You shook your head, “no, that you think your sexy and cute. It’s cocky and rude.”

Tom laughed, “it’s cocky and rude to be confident?”

You turned to the camera, “see? Point of contention.”

“I just think that you’re losing your sanity over my cuteness and sexiness.”

You shrugged obnoxiously, “oh you caught me.” You pointed to his bucket, “please keep going.”

“Okay but imagine: a y/n y/l/n Anna Kendrick sex scene. I mean the power and sexuality they hold is absurd.”

You slapped your hand on your knee, “I love Anna. She’s so funny and I would love to do a sex scene with her or just sex her really.”

“seriously?” tom said exasperated, “you’re sitting here in front of your boyfriend and you’re saying that you want to have sex with someone else?”

You nodded, “yes.”

“dude.”

“relax, it’s not actually going to happen, it’s just hypothetical.”

“you wound me.”

“here, let me boost your ego with a thirst tweet. Tom Holland is fine as hell, I’d eat that ass like a chocolate croissant, chomp chomp bitch. He could choke and kill me and I’d only ask for more. Lemme chomp chomp on that bussy please.”

“wow… I’m not sure that cheered me up exactly but thank you none the less.” He pulled a new slip, “At least 3 times a week me and my boyfriend talk about wanting to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n.”

“wow…”

“why is everyone trying to have sex with my girlfriend?”

“because I’m hot as fuck.”

“can’t argue with that.”

“Alright next one, Tom Holland with that half smile and lip bite fuuuuuckk nope nope nope.”

“okay, that one made me feel better.” Tom said with a little smirk causing you to roll your eyes and laugh.

Tom grabbed the next one, “y/n y/l/n has the best boobs. That’s it that’s the tweet.” He waved the paper a bit, “I happen to agree with you.”

“well thank you for thinking my boobs are great.” You plucked out a new tweet, “Daily reminder: tom Holland is daddy af.”

“I should set an alarm for myself that goes off at the same time every day that just blares ‘Tom Holland is daddy af’.”

“absolutely not. Veto. Nix. Not happening.”

“you’re just mad they think I’m daddy.” You gestured to the bucket, causing tom to roll his eyes and reach into it. “y/n y/l/n can choke me and run me over and I’d say thank you and sorry for the dent in your car.”

You let out a loud bark of laughter, “that’s super funny. Definitely the funniest one I’ve heard so far. Whoever wrote this, you’re funny and I appreciate your comical genius.”

“alright I think we have like one more each, let’s do this.”

“Tom Holland is either a smol puppy or a sex god, there is no in between.” You shook your head, “I actually think there is an in between. It’s called boyfriend Tom. It’s when he’s all cuddly but not quite as baby as smol puppy. Like he’s still a functioning adult but he’s being sweet.”

“ya know… sometimes you can be pretty sweet.”

“aww thanks babe.” You leaned forward to give him a little peck before smiling brightly, “last one! Make me blush!”

“Hey @y/n can I lick your forehead?” you two sat in silence for a moment before tom furrowed his brow, “is that like a sexual thing?”

“I guess…? That’s a new request though, I’ve never heard that one. Interesting.”

“what’s your answer?”

“huh?”

“can you lick their forehead?”

“I’m going to go with no…”

“and that’s the end of our really fun and definitely not at all awkward video!” tom said excitedly

“thanks for watching everyone! We love you and thanks for tweeting thirsty stuff!”

#marvel #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader fanfiction #tom holland x reader imagine #marvel cast #marvel cast fanfiction #marvel cast imagine #spiderman cast #spiderman imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #emma writes

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years ago

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Synopsis: Hello!I hope you’re having a good day, if it’s ok can I request a Bnha head cannon for Kiri,Bakugo and Shoto for a s/o that bakes and one day makes cookies that resemble them in their hero costume - @lazyfiresuitcasehero

Genre: Fluff

A/N for Requester: HEY this is so cute I was so excited to write abt this when I saw it and I’m so glad you give me some wordeful headcanons 🥺❤️ you’re the kindest hehe

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this request! I hope you’re having a good day! KITHES! Requests are open! ❤️

Bakugo:

• Baking was usually a thing you did was Bakugo

• So when he got back to the dorms after training and the smell of sweets hit his nose, he stormed to the kitchen

• You smiled sweetly at him hands behind your back, this struck his curiosity

“What are you hiding?”

• You smiled and bounced excitedly

“Ta-Da!”

• He saw a small cartoon replica of him in your hands, in the shape of a cookie

“That’s not the only one!”

• Behind you there was a Denki chomping on a mini Bakugo

“Tastes sweet, something Bakugo isn’t.”

“OI! Shut up dunce face!”

• You giggled as Bakugo angrily bit into his look alike cookie you had handed him, his angry features being taken over by a soft one

“This is so good..”

“Thank you!”

• You smiled and tightened your cute apron before continuing to roll more cookie dough to make cut outs

“Ba-ku-go!”

• You placed the letters in order on the tray, and Bakugo turned away blushing

“Go shower you stink I can smell you all the way from over here!”

“Shut up woman!”

• With that he sprinted up the stairs to get shower like you said

• Denki walked over to the tray to grab another cookie while you were taking the ones you just baked out from the oven

“No!” *slap*

• Denki rubbed his stinging hand frowning as you sighed and handed him two messed up cookies

• With that he ran off

“Look! Y/n gave me cookies!”

“Huh? Y/n?! What about me?!”

• Mina ran in as you smiled at her

“Go take one of Denki’s I gave him two.”

• Bakugo was confused on why the two were fighting each other on the couch and you were placing the letter cookies in the oven and going back to icing the cookies

• But the confusion turned into a surprised one when he saw you frosting little blasty cookies 🥺

“Why are you making so many cookies about me?”

• You turned to look at him, setting the frosting down

“Why? Do you not like them? Is it creepy? It is isn’t it. Oh my gosh.”

• You turned and smashed a Bakugo cookie with your fist causing him to jump back

“What the hell woman?! I was just asking what spiked your interest to want to make me into a cookie Damn it!”

• Denki came in to swoop up that cookie your crushed

“Oh... well, I was bored and I saw someone on Pinterest do it.”

• Pinterest... you and Pinterest man you always did things right away when you saw a cool idea

“Y/n will you make Denki cookies next?!”

“Sur-“

“In your dreams dumbass!”

Kirishima:

• He loved your baking

• If he was having a bad day, it’s like you somehow knew and he’d come back to the dorms to see you baking something for him

• Today was a specifically bad day, sparring didn’t do as planned, his quirk was out of control and Bakugo was in a pissy mood too worsening things for him

• All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms and sleep

• Upon entering the dorms he was tackled in a hug

“You’re back! I missed you!”

• Kirishima slowly took you off, automatically happy with your presence

• His pure happiness, you. You always knew how to change his mood any time he was upset

• You bounced on your feet before showing him a tiny baggie wrapped nicely

“What’d you bake this time y/n?”

“Open itttt!”

• He laughed at your excitement and opened the bag to pull out an cool looking R and a cartoon cookie version of him in his hero costume

“This is so badass!”

“Yeah!?”

“Hell yeah!”

• He placed a kiss on your forehead and looked at the cookies walking into the kitchen with you following behind him

“You baked more?!”

“I had too much dough.”

• He looked at you shoving something behind your back

“What was that?”

“Huh? Nothing..”

“Y/n.”

• He took the tray behind you and saw a bunch of messed up cookies

“Why is my head smaller than the rest of my body?!”

“That’s the reject pile babe.”

• He laughed picking one up

“My chest doesn’t look like this!”

“I went off a picture of you and I got distracted by your abs Shut Up!”

• Now he was full on cackling making you smile as he bit into it, his smile fell

“This is so good.”

• He shoveled cookies into his mouth

“Slow down! They’re not going anywhere!”

• He stopped and turned to look at you, as you frantically gave him some water

• He took it and placed it on the counter leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist

• The change of behavior threw you off but you weren’t complianing as you wrapped your arms around him too

• Nuzzling his face into your neck placing small innocent kisses he whispered

“Thank you.”

• You smiled stroking his hair

“Don’t worry about it, I had fun.”

• He lifted his head

“No, thank you. I was having the worst day and... everything you do and everything about you just knows how to make those problems seem like nothing.”

• Placing a kiss on his lips that he gladly returned you smiled warmly whispering to him

“You’re welcome my love.”

• The moment was ruined by Sero pushing past you two and taking the tray of cookies

“Sorry I’ll be taking these...”

“No they’re mine”

“They don’t have your name on them.”

“They LITERALLY are of me.”

Todoroki:

• He knows you love baking, especially for everyone in the dorms

• But with the sports festival coming up, he knows you are a tad bit more on edge than usual

• And he knows how you are when on edge

“Y/n? Why are you up? It’s 3 AM.”

• You stopped anxiously folding the dough before you looked at him

• You looked sleep deprived... like a raccoon

“Let me just finish baking this and then I’ll go to bed.”

• He sighed and nodded, he knew there was no arguing with you because you would only ignore him and continue

• You went back to cutting the shape carefully while he looked at you worriedly

“Don’t people usually train rather than bake of a sports festival is coming up...”

• He whispered to himself before seeing you smile to yourself, and that smile was all he needed to know you’ll be just fine

• The next morning you, completely sleep deprived charged into his room seeing him just waking up

“Good morning!”

• He sat up as you closed his door and jumped onto his bed, a small container in your hands

“I would say good morning to you but it doesn’t look like you slept.”

• You giggled scratching the back of your head sheepishly before handing him the small container

• He took it and opened it, seeing small cartoon replicas of him frosted perfectly, of him smiling, him using his quirk and him just looking serious

• He smiled and looked at the other ones of just fire and ice that he gladly but into and tried

“Do you like them?”

“I love them, and I’d love for you to get some sleep.”

• You nodded and took the container placing it on his nightstand

• Even with the light shining in from his room you still laid down closing your eyes, about ready to knock out cold for awhile

“What made you want to bake cookies of me?”

“I just love you, and with the sports festival coming up I know you’re really strong. I’m excited to see you fight and I wanted to do something for you.”

• He looked at your closed eyes, without knowing it you were smiling as you went on about how much you admired him

• He leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard but regardless you kissed him back

“And you’ll do amazing as well.”

“Psh, yeah okay.”

• With that you nuzzled your head into his chest hugging him while he placed an arm around you

“Hey y/n can I have some of these Todoroki cookies?”

“Shhh Deku she’s asleep-“

“OI! WHERE DID ALL THE EGGS GO!? IT WAS YOU WASN’T IT DEKU?!”

“K-Kacchan!? No! I just woke up!”

“Wake her up! She has to go buy eggs!”

“Wake me up Bakugo. Do it. Wake me up.”

• He left you alone after that 😃

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mr-chrisevans · 4 years ago

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for the drabble requests could you do number 8 with chris please!

Here we go! I actually had a great time writing this so I hope you enjoy it! More to come tomorrow in all likelihood but check out the original post here for more prompts.

Title: Happy Holidays, I Guess

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: “Look, I only came here for the Christmas cookies.”

You sat in your car outside the house for a few minutes, trying to find the will to go inside. The last thing you wanted to do was go to a holiday party filled with people from your hometown, but Chris insisted you come with him. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly pulled it out to see a text from Chris.

Chris

I can see your car outside.

Get in here or I will pull you out of the car myself don’t try me.

Y/N

God you are the worst.

You sighed heavily and finally got out of the car, carefully making your way up the driveway in the snow to make it to the front door. Before you could even knock Chris was standing in the doorway beaming.

“Y/N, you are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, but I’m really glad to see you.” He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

“Look, I only came here for the Christmas cookies.” You shrugged off your coat and let him hang it up for you in the coat closet. “The fact that I let you convince me to do this is a testament to your skills of persuasion.”

“I know our hometown friends aren’t exactly your favorite people, but we can spend tonight making fun of all the people who were really shitty in high school and are now horrifically boring.”

“With that I guess I’m not only here for the cookies.” You joked.

Chris laughed and wrapped an arm around you and lead you into the kitchen. “Let’s get you something to drink because I think you’re going to need it.”

The second you got to the kitchen you were bombarded by hellos and questions about how you’ve been doing since you moved and a million other questions that you had absolutely zero desire to answer but had to be nice. Chris discreetly handed you a beer as you started talking to Kelly, the girl who hated you for two years because you beat her out for the lead part in the fall play sophomore year. “Yeah, I really love New York it’s a fantastic city.” You smiled at her. “How about you, what have you been doing?” You asked politely with no actually interest in what her answer was going to be.

“Well, George and I got married earlier this year so that’s been the most exciting thing ever.” She beamed at you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chris mouth ‘Not surprised’, and you tried not to laugh as she kept talking. “Not nearly as exciting as being a writer in New York though.” She said with the tiniest edge of sarcasm in her voice.

“Well, you know, everyone’s got something don’t they. It’s been great talking to you Kelly but I think we’ve got to make some rounds and say hi.” You quickly excused yourself and grabbed Chris’ arm and pulled him with you into a corner of the living room. The fake smile you had plastered on your face quickly melted off. “I’ve been here all of fifteen minutes and it is already insufferable.” You took a long sip of your beer and looked at all the people sitting in the living room. “I don’t even see any cookies here.”

“Wait here, I will be right back.” He walked back into the kitchen and left you leaning on the back windows by yourself, observing the people you went high school with as they steadily got drunker and devolved into their high-school selves. “Voila!” Chris exclaimed as he walked back over to you, an entire tray of decorated cookies in hand. “I promised cookies and now I have delivered.”

“Oh thank god.” You took a cookie off the tray and bit into it immediately. “That’s a damn good cookie.” You said as you chewed.

“Well thank you, I made these myself.” He said with a smile on his face.

“You are such a liar I saw these exact cookies at the grocery store the other day.”

“Okay, maybe I didn’t make them, but I did buy them so that counts for something.”

You chuckled at him and continued eating your cookie. “How come we never got invited to parties like this in high school? I mean, we weren’t that weird, were we?” You asked.

“We definitely weren’t weirder than any of the other theater kids, but I’m pretty sure Kelly had you on the party blacklist after the Midsummer Night’s Dream debacle. And since I was your best friend they stuck me on there too.”

“I fucking knew it.” You laughed. “She never could have pulled off Hermia though, let’s be honest.”

“Being Hermia was probably your finest hour of high school theater. Perfect performance, if you ask me.”

“I can’t believe her and George are still together. How on Earth did that happen?”

“I know, it makes literally no sense.” Chris said. “I swear I heard he cheated on her when they were in college with some girl he met when he went abroad for a semester.”

You laughed. “I would not put it past him, I mean look at him now.” George sat perched on the arm of the sofa talking very animatedly with a girl who was definitely not Kelly. “What a prick.”

Chris looked at his watch for a second, sighed, and turned to you. “I think we’ve been here long enough, shall we go for an Irish exit?”

“I would love nothing more.” You agreed excitedly and quickly finished your beer before following him out to the front hall. You both pulled on your coats as you walked out the door. “Shit.” You said, stopping on the driveway. “I should have grabbed another cookie.”

Chris stopped for a second and looked down the street, thinking. “Toss me your keys, I have an idea.”

“You want to drive my car?” You asked skeptically.

“Oh come on. I’m a much better driver than I was in high school.” You hesitated still before finally tossing him the keys. “Thank god, it’s fucking cold out here.” He ran over to the car and threw himself into the driver’s seat.”

“So where exactly are we headed?” You asked as he started the car and pulled back on to the street.

“It’s a surprise. Trust me you’ll love it.” The two of you drove for a few minutes in a comfortable silence while cheesy Christmas songs played on the radio. Before too long, Chris pulled into the parking lot of the old diner in town and turned off the car. “Well, surprise!”

“Shit, I haven’t been to Jack’s in ages. I don’t even remember the last time I was here.”

He got out of the car and gestured for you to do the same. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

You walked inside the building, the warm air and smell of coffee greeting you. “Go ahead and take a seat anywhere, we’ll be over to help you in a second.” The woman behind the counter told the two of you. You both smiled and made your way to a booth. There were only a few other people there so it was pretty quiet and you managed to snag the booth you used to always sit at.

“I don’t even have to look at a menu, I know exactly what I am getting.” You said as you slid into the booth opposite Chris.

He grinned. “I knew you would love this. You can never beat a late night trip to Jack’s”

“God, we used to do this all the time. No wonder my acne was so bad, Jesus.” You joked and the two of you laughed.

“We were definitely here way too often. That’s probably why everyone thought we were weird. They were out getting drunk in someone’s unfinished basement and we were here trying to see who could drink a milkshake the fastest.”

“And I beat you every time.” You said proudly.

“I was just very sensitive to cold, it’s not my fault.” He responded, trying to defend himself.

“Excuses, excuses.” He tried to continue his defense but the woman behind the counter had made her way over to take your order.

She set down two glasses of water on the table before pulling out a little notepad from her apron. “What can I get started for you two tonight?” Her thick Boston accent made you feel even more at home in the diner.

“I will have the classic grilled cheese and tomato soup please.”

She turned to Chris. “And for you?”

His eyes lingered on the menu for a moment before he looked back at the waitress. “I will have the cheeseburger and fries and we will split a chocolate milkshake.” He looked at you and smiled as she wrote down the order.

“I’ll be right back with all that. Anything else I can get for you besides water?”

“No I think we’re all set,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“I think we’ve talked enough about the past tonight, it’s time to move on to the present.” Chris said, holding his glass of water between is hands as he leaned into the table. “How’s New York been lately?”

You sighed and played with your straw. “I mean, don’t get me wrong I absolutely love the city, but sometimes it can be a lot.”

He nodded along with you. “I totally get it. Work has been okay though, right?” He continued. You chewed on your lip a little and stared into your glass of water. “I take that as a no.” He added and leaned back into the booth.

You stared up at him. “No, it’s definitely not given that I no longer have a job.”

“Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You tried to shrug it off. “It’ll be okay. I’ll figure something out soon.”

“That’s why you didn’t want to come to the party, wasn’t it?”

“And he puts the pieces of the puzzle together.” You lifted your glass to him in mock cheers. “I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to tell people here that I was now officially unemployed.”

“Right before Christmas too. Fucking rough.”

“We always knew my boss was a dick and now we have the ultimate proof.” You joked.

“If he didn’t live in an apartment in New York I would say we should egg his house.”

“Damn, that would’ve been amazing.” You both laughed.

“Well, let’s toast,” he said, gesturing for you to lift your glass with him, “to things being even marginally less shitty next year.” You clinked your glasses together and took a sip of your water.

“That is definitely something I can drink to.”

#chris evans #chris evans fanfic #drabbles #chris evans drabbles

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years ago

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How do you think the main 6 would react to MC being secretly incredibly powerful, like could easily beat pretty much anyone in a magic dual or any kind of fight, (this could be because of a lot of training or it could mean that they were some sort of fay creature it's up to you) /sorry its so long/I like your writing, I think it's really good/

How do you think the counters would react to MC being a really powerful magic creature (fairy, demon etc) xx

I’m combining these two requests into one! also

Main 6 + Courtiers & Powerful Fae MC (this got super fucking long i hope you all enjoy it, Muriel, Portia,Lucio, Courtiers are under the cut)

Asra

He always knew something was special about them, their magic was so strong and just felt different than anything he’d ever felt before.

It was nearly intoxicating to have them use their magic on him, the feeling of it washing over him, it was so unique and so very Them.

After he brought them back, he was terrified how this would complicate things. They had the Fool’s body, could the fool’s body contain the power of a Fae?

Would their powers come back? Would they be too strong for the body? Would they have no magic at all?

Then he started to feel bad for them, once their magic started coming back, he knew that his magic was nothing compared to theirs and yet he had to teach them magic from scratch, he didn’t feel qualified.

But he was also worried about them hurting themself because they didn’t know how to control how powerful they were yet.

Overall? He’s beyond proud of them. Look at his Super Powerful Fae Spouse, thats His Spouse!!!

Nadia

She’s embarrassed to say that she’s heard of the Fae but doesn’t know a ton about them.

Though, she’d love for them to sit down and tell her all about the Fae and what its like to be one of them, over a cup of tea.

She first notices something about MC when she activates her mark and can see all the magic around them, and MC lights up in a way that she has never seen a person, magician or not, light up, ever before in her life.

Its dazzling and, dare she say, Enchanting.

Knowing MC is so, so incredibly Powerful is something that draws her to to them, power seeks out power, as it were. It doesn’t hurt that theyre gorgeous, Fae or not.

She loves seeing displays of MC’s power and magic, and she likes knowing that not many people know about it, its their little secret.

And the thought of a very powerful Fae creature being SO submissive to her in the bedroom is…enticing.

Julian

He is….taken aback? Overwhelmed? Scared? Confused? A little horny? All of the above? when MC first tells him.

He’s all for being intimidated by a powerful partner, but the Magic part has him a little wary, he barely understands human magicians, much less the concept of the Fae or Fae magic.

He doesn’t really know what to do the first time he feels their magic in the magical realms, he thought he was prepared but he wasn’t, at all.

He wonders why their magic couldn’t stop the plague, they’re so powerful, and they were working as his apprentice, he doesn’t know anything about magic but something feels very bad about knowing they had all that magical power and still weren’t able to stop it, they weren’t able to avoid dying of the plague either.

Post- upright end he ends up relishing the feeling of their power, especially when they’re using magic in the bedroom. ;) Post reversed ending he’s thankful that MC is such a powerful creature because they have to live in a world full of chaotic powerful magic.

MURIEL/PORTIA/LUCIO/COURTIERS UNDER THE CUT

Muriel

Muriel lives in the forest, he knows the Fae lore, and he is WARY of MC. He has half a mind to use a fake name until Asra walks in and says “Hi muriel” and blows it.

He keeps an eye on them at all times, just waiting for something about their True Nature to rear its ugly head, but when it….doesn’t….he’s mostly confused and straight up asks them about it.

Eventually he gets used to how powerful their magic is, it makes him feel a little better knowing that they’re capable of being at least as dangerous as him, but also choose not to. It gives him…a little hope for himself as a person and his future in not hurting people, even accidentally.

He’s still really taken aback (and impressed) the first time he sees their full display of power, he’d only heard in tales the power of the Fae…

Is wary of marrying them, he was careful to never drink anything they gave him, so why is he marrying them? He loves them? Oh…right, he does. He just needs to get over the “marrying a Fae creature” thing.

Portia

She LOVES SECRETS. MC telling her a secret? That they’re secretly a super powerful FAE CREATURE???? She wants to shout it from the rooftops she’s so excited but,~oops~ she wont. *zips mouth motion*

She’s read about Fae in a book in the palace, aren’t they supposed to be like, really tiny? And live in the woods and try to trick you into things? MC do you secretly live in a mushroom?

Portia is literally dying to find out how powerful MC is, its impressive enough that they’re a magician but his is on a whole new level of impressive to her. (Swoon) But also…she wants to see what MC can do!

She asks MC to make her a cup of tea and then downs the whole thing in one gulp and says “does this mean we’re married now?” and thats how she lets MC know that she wants to get married.

If MC ever lets her know its ok to tell people, she literally never stops bragging about her super powerful Fae spouse.

Lucio

Lucio is drawn to power and MC is no different. When they tell him, he responds. “I KNEW there was something special about you! I have a sense for these kinds of things, I attract powerful people, its part of my charm and one of my many talents.”

He still nearly pees his pants when he feels MC”s power for the first time, he’s used to dealing with powerful creatures but being able to feel their power so close to him, it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

“Youre a what now?” “Of course I’ve heard of the Fae, who do you take me for? I’m worldly.” He says, yknow, like a liar.

He is chomping at the bit to see MC take someone down though, him displaying his feats of strength slaying the wyrm was essentially his way of flirting (and definitely arousing and intended to be arousing for MC) so he’s ready for their show too.

Dramatically presents them with a dress made in the style of the Fae he saw in a book.

Valerius

Do they really expect him to know what that means? That they’re Fae?

(He’s genuinely interested when they explain it to him, he even stops sipping his wine and sits up in his chair to listen)

After a few minutes he takes a second and wonders if he should have been including the Fae in his diplomatic relations all these years and never has been. Ultimately he cares about Vesuvia above most other things (except for MC), so if they’re a powerful non-human magician, he wants to know how they can help Vesuvia and how Vesuvia can help them.

(He wont mind a demonstration of their *ahem* immense power, though, perhaps back in his chambers)

Vulgora

POWERFUL YOU SAY?

They challenge them to a duel, but its mostly a display of MC”s immense powerful energy.

They earn Vulgora’s respect p much immediately.

The ONLY way to make them swoon is to beat them in battle and MC does that so like, whens the wedding yknow.

Vulgora does NOTHING but brag about MC being powerful and capable of squashing any enemy with ease.

Vlastomil

He’s....attracted to power. He knows power, intimately.

‘SO DONT YOU DARE USE YOUR MAGIC AROUND MY PRECIOUS WORMS, MAGIC OUTSIDE THE HOUSE ONLY!!!”

He might get a little jealous and show them his wyrm form to flex on them a little, but their magic is as powerful as his wyrm form is monstrous so.

Is it getting hot in here or is it just him?

.....................Since MC is Fae, do the have any worm based power?

Valdemar

Oh, my my, they’ve never dissected any of the Fae before.

They’re sure this will be a very interesting and exciting experience, and they’re glad to have this opportunity.

They underestimate MC’s power, seriously. They think that MC can’t possibly be as powerful as they are.

But if MC shows them, gives them just a hint of how magically powerful they really are? Then Valdemar is all but ready to make them a colleague, if they’ll have it.

Volta

Oh!! She thinks thats very interesting, extremely interesting.

She does not know or care if you are supposed to take food and drink from any of the Fae but she wholeheartedly does and in fact requests food.

Volta doesn’t have a very good track record with very powerful beings so she’s a little wary about getting close to them.

But she’s easily won over if MC gives her lots of food, maybe even magic food like Mazelinka’s soup but more powerful that can keep her full!.

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 5 years ago

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What about a little fluffy based one where the reader finds out that its Jaskier's birthday soon, so she tries to throw him a really fun party. And then shes like "wait, I bet Geralt and Yen never had a fun birthday party either!" so it turns into one big birthday celebration and she makes them each a cake and buys whatever stupid gifts she can with spare change, just to make sure they all get some appreciation once in a while.

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x Reader, Platonic!Geralt x Reader, Platonic!Yennefer x ReaderWord Count: 1,217Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: I love the idea of the gang getting a group birthday. Thanks for the prompt!

“But should we have three cakes or just one huge one?”

You addressed the question to the horse standing next to you, a list in hand that you held politely so both of you could see, though you had to keep moving it away from her mouth as she tried to chomp it. You’d written down all the things you thought may need for the evening’s festivities;

Cake (1 – 3)

Candles (3 if possible blue, silver, purple)

Presents (what does one buy a bard, a beast, and a mage? problem for Future Y/N)

“Thanks, Past Y/N,” you grumbled at the paper. You stood before the marketplace which was already fairly picked through. You hadn’t realized it was Jaskier’s birthday coming up until he mentioned it offhand at breakfast. When you’d demanded to know why he hadn’t told you sooner, his answer had crushed and inspired you all at once.

“I just didn’t think anyone would care.”

He hadn’t said the words petulantly like a pouting child. He’d said it like it was a foregone conclusion, likely come to from prior experience. When you cornered Geralt and Yennefer later to demand to know why they hadn’t told you about Jaskier’s birthday they’d both stared at you blankly.

“I know he was born, isn’t that enough?” Geralt had asked.

“No!” you’d cried, “No it is not enough! What about his birthday party?”

Yennefer and Geralt exchanged confused looks and a realization hit you that only deepened your sadness and spurred your determination; they’d never had a birthday party either.

“Right,” you’d said, nodding, “I’m taking Roach.”

You nearly ran out of the inn before Geralt could stop you and that was how you found yourself at the market which was nearly closing.

“They’re all getting a cake. I’ll bake them myself if I have to,” you decided aloud and then the two of you marched through the market trying to gather supplies as best as you could. It hadn’t been a terrible haul, all things considered. By the time you got back to the inn you had enough things to at the very least make the cakes and you had small trinkets of presents. Most importantly, you’d been able to gather a crowd of people who were excited at the concept of a party and all eagerly offered to bring some form of food or drink or entertainment. You hummed with excitement as you strode into the innkeeper’s office with a big, winning smile. Roughly fifteen minutes later you left with permission to use the kitchen and reserve at least one big table for the night, promising that there would be dozens of people coming to spend their coin on drinks and that he would be able to make a plaque that proudly declared the THE WHITE WOLF BIRTHDAY’D HERE.

You’d sent your three friends out, insisting they not return until the sun began to go down and they’d agreed (though Jaskier had protested a bit). When they returned they found the inn full of life. Music poured from the windows and doors and as the three travelers returned they were greeted with shouts of congratulations. This signaled to you their arrival and you doublechecked that everything was in order before running out to greet them.

“Happy birthday!” you cried, throwing your arms out wide. Jaskier (never one to waste an opportunity for a hug) embraced you but Geralt and Yennefer simply looked around a bit dumbfounded.

“They’re all here to celebrate your birthdays,” you explained as Jaskier gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“It isn’t my birthday,” Geralt said.

“Well I know but I figured Jaskier’s was coming soon and we might as well celebrate all you at the once! Everyone was happy to do it, they really appreciate your work, you know. And I just… I thought you should feel appreciated for once without having to literally slay something first,” you said, worrying a little that your surprise wasn’t as welcomed as you’d hoped. Jaskier sensed your concern and wrapped an around your waist, fixing Yennefer and Geralt with a pointed look.

“Wine, women, and song, Geralt,” he said, “And men,” he added, glancing at Yennefer.

Yennefer rolled her eyes at the bard but gave you a gracious smile.

“This is… very generous,” she said, genuinely touched.

“Come on! I have to show you the cakes!”

“Cakes?” Geralt asked, looking a bit more interested as he followed you inside.

“Alright so I don’t know everyone’s favorite flavors but we have an elderflower cake with a lemon drizzle, a chocolate cake with a chocolate glaze, and a rum raisin cake with – ah, yes, there you go,” you said, cut off as Geralt took the latter cake in hand though it was clearly large enough to share.

“Y/N these are gorgeous, where did you find a bakery that could work so quickly?” Jaskier asked, marveling at the delicate glaze and soft crumble of the cake. Yennefer took the cake from Geralt’s hands and put it back on the table so you could stick a silver candle in it and light it.

“Oh I made them,” you explained with an offhand shrug.

“You made these? By hand?” Jaskier exclaimed. You blushed a bit at his awed reaction and finished putting a candle in the other two cakes, chocolate for Jaskier and elderflower for Yennefer. They were quickly lit and you led the tavern in a chorus of happy birthday that was deafening. Jaskier glowed under the attention and even Geralt and Yennefer seemed to be loosening up a little, aided by the mead that was quickly passed their way. People came by to wish happy birthday to the trio, passing out food they’d brough to share while the musically inclined continued to play. Some dancing started and Geralt rose, offering a hand to Yennefer who accepted. The pair moved to dance slowly, a tempo all their own, and you watched with immense satisfaction as they swayed together.

“This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me,” Jaskier called to you, trying to be heard over the music. You planted a soft kiss on his cheek and then stood up.

“Oh there’s one more thing!” you said, and ran out of the room before he could reply. You ran back with a little box in hand.

“It’s not a big thing,” you said, holding it out to him, “But I wanted to make sure you had a present. They have some too but I think they’re happy as they are right now.”

Jaskier opened the little box and pulled out a small glass jar. He unscrewed the top and smelled the rich scent of cedar.

“I noticed you were running low on the oil you use to tend your lute. As I said it’s not a big thing and it isn’t even really fun, just a little necessity but I hope you l-”

Your words were cut off by a kiss, Jaskier still clutching the little bottle in hand as he brushed against your lips again and again, deepening it just a bit before remembering you were still very much in public. When he pulled back you saw the ocean blue eyes alight with joy.

“This is perfect,” he said. You beamed back at him.

“Happy birthday, Jaskier.”

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blacknight1230 · 4 years ago

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That’s My Girlfriend!

Ethan Dolan X Reader

Reader visits home with Ethan and her dog doesn’t like him/is jealous of him.

“Are we there yet?” “Almost, E. Just be patient,” you told your boyfriend of several months. Who is your boyfriend, you may ask. Well it is none other than Ethan Dolan, one part of the popular Youtube group, the Dolan Twins. Currently, you and Ethan were traveling to visit your parents. This would the first time Ethan would met them, so Ethan was a bit worried. You weren’t as worried as him, a bit nervous, sure, but you were trying to look on the bright side. Ethan would finally be able to see your childhood home and the town you grew up in.

You were driving the rental car to your home, and just pulled into your street, when Ethan, yet again, asked “Are we there yet?” “Wait a moment ... and, here we are,” you said as you pulled into the driveway. Parking the car in the front, you were the first to hop out of the car, excited to see your family face-to-face instead of through a phone or computer screen. Ethan chuckled at your excited nature, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head. “Come one, babe, let’s meet your parents,” he said.

The two of you walked up to the front door, Ethan’s arm still around your waist. You were just about to knock on the door, when it quickly swung open. It revealed your mother, a giant smile on her face and joy in her (e/c) eyes at the sight of you. “(Y/n)!” your mother exclaimed. “Mom!” You were quickly caught up in a hug, completely enveloped into her arms, the familiar smell of her perfume filling your senses. Your mother eventually pulled away, immediately starting to yammer away. “I thought that was you! I heard your car and looked out the window just be sure! I’m so happy your home!” she said, leaving kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“Mom, please, you are embarrassing me,” you complained, a blush on your cheeks. It was then that your mother realized you weren’t alone, her eyes widening when she saw Ethan. “Oh, who is this young man? You didn’t tell me you would bring company,” she said, leaving you to now pester your boyfriend. “My name’s Ethan, ma’am. It's a pleasure to meet you,” Ethan said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. “Oh, so you’re Ethan! It's so nice to finally meet you!” your mother said and caught the unsuspecting male in a hug. You giggled as your mother practically squeezed the life out him, despite your mother being (much/slightly) shorter and not as muscly as Ethan.

“Honey, who is at the door?” you heard your father say from somewhere in the house. Said man appeared, his (e/c) eyes eyeing your mother squeezing the life of your boyfriend, before they stopped on you. A smile broke out on his face when he saw you, his loving daughter. “(Nickname), there you are! Your mother and I have been waiting for you to finally come visit us,” he said, calmly making his way towards you. You met him halfway, immediately wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Your father returned your hug, quite tightly might I add. “Did you miss me, dad?” you asked, separating slightly so you weren’t chest to chest. “Of course, I did. Though not as much as ...”

Your father was abruptly cut off; something big and furry running then jumping on both of you. The force caused you to stumble back, out of your father’s arms, as a long wet tongue attacked your face. “Jakey!” you exclaimed, shocked yet happy to see your beloved dog. The German Shepherd continued his attack of affections, despite you obviously struggling with holding the canine’s heavy frame as he stood on his back paws. “Jake, get down!” your father commanded, voice stern. Jake listened to him, removing his front paws from your shoulders, returning to his normal four legged position. “Are you alright?” Ethan asked, hurrying over to you and scouring your face for any injuries. “I’m alright. Just got the wind knocked out of me,” you said, trying to regain your breath from your dog’s impromptu makeout session.

“Oh, dear. Let me get you some wet wipes, darling,” your mother said, before quickly rushing off to the bathroom for said wipes. “Jake, you know by now you can’t jump on people,” your father scolded Jake. The black and tan furred shepard whined, ears flattening against his head, showing he knew he did wrong. “It’s okay, Jake. I still love you, just don’t do that again,” you told your dog, petting him as he kneeled at your feet. He smiled with an open mouth, leaning into your touch. Your mother came back with some wet wipes at that moment, which you gladly took and wiped your face with after thanking her.

“Thank goodness I didn’t wear that much makeup. I had a feeling this would happen,” you joked lightheartedly. “I didn’t know you had a dog,” Ethan said, bending down to pet said canine. Jake turned his head around and grabbed Ethan’s hand with his mouth, nibbling and suckling on his thick fingers. “Ow!” Ethan exclaimed in pain, pulling his hand away after a moment when Jake suddenly chomped down on his hand. “He bit me!” “Jake!” you yelled at the pupper. “He bit really hard. Why did he do that? Look, he made an indent in my skin with his back teeth!” Ethan exclaimed, showing you where Jake bit him. Like Ethan said, there was a huge indent from Jake’s teeth on the side of his hand, the skin around it red from the bite.

“I’m so sorry, Ethan. He’s still a puppy and is still teething. Did he break any skin? Do you need an ice pack?” you worried, over his hand. “I think I’m okay. I’m not bleeding or anything.” “I still feel bad. I brought you here to meet my parents, not to get attacked by an eighty-pound fur ball,” you joked. Ethan just laughed and gave a reassuring kiss on your forehead. Your mother returned from the kitchen, a platter of crackers and cheeses in one hand and a plate full of cucumber, mini carrots, and tiny celery. “Let’s sit down and talk over a slice of pepperoni and cheese slices. There is so much I want to ask about,” she beamed. You and Ethan moved towards the family room, sitting down on the plush polyester couch.

You guys talk as you picked over the finger food, occasionally having to push Jake away from the coffee table when he tried to sneakily grab a piece. Everything was going well, your mother loved Ethan and your father bonded with Ethan over guy things. Of course Ethan avoided the cheese and meat, but stocked up on the mini vegetables, crackers, and potato chips. An hour into your visit, your mother got up from the coach. “I’m going to put the chicken in oven now and start the sides. (Your father’s name), will you open a bottle of wine for our guests?” she told you and Ethan. “I’ll pass on having a glass, Mrs. (last name). I plan on driving us back tonight,” Ethan warned. He omitted that he's wasn’t old enough to drink yet, a probably a good move on his part.

Your father just nodded and smiled, glad that he was a responsible man. Your parents left you two alone, taking their small empty paper plates with them. You laid your head on Ethan’s shoulder, closing your eyes in bliss. “Tired already?” Ethan teased, wrapping his thick arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him. “No. I’m just glad everything is going so well. My parents have really taken a liking towards you,” you replied, feeling blissful and at peace. “I know. Everything I was worried about on the way here ... the bad thoughts .. they’re all gone,” Ethan told you, his hazel eyes gazing lovingly into your (e/c) orbs. “I told you there was nothing to worry about. You should listen to me more often,” you teased, placing a few light kisses against the underside of his jaw. “Oh, really?” “Really.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the soft hairs at the nape of it, your faces slowly inching towards each other, closing the distance as you went to kiss each other. The romantic moment was ruined by a certain German Shepherd puppy. Jake jumped onto you guys, front paws pushing on Ethan’s chest and separating him from you, the 80 something pound dog whining in your ear as his bulky body blocked you from your boyfriend. “Jake!” you yelled, frustrated at the shepherd for preventing you from loving your boyfriend. “Bad dog! Shoo!” Ethan sternly reprimanded your pet. Jake ignored him, climbing onto the coach, literally laying on your lap, leaning all of his body weight onto you and pinning you to the coach. His long snouted face was directed towards Ethan, his brown eyes glaring at your boyfriend. You were unable to push Jake off of you, the young canine purposely resisting your feeble attempts to get him off of you.

“Ethan, help,” you gasped out, struggling to breath a bit. Ethan moved closer to help you, getting stopped by Jake baring his teeth and letting out a deep hair raising growl. Both of you stilled in shock at Jake’s unexpected reaction. Ethan was the first to recover, a furious expression on his face. “Jake, get off of (y/n),” he commanded, the air filling with tension as his dominant aura flared. Jake didn’t back down, despite him moving to no longer crush you, now sitting with his hind legs on your lap, facing Ethan. His furry muzzle, with teeth bared, ears standing up straight and alert, front paws holding him up in a way that you could see the hair on his chest and on the scruff of his neck were raised menacingly, was directed straight at Ethan.

Despite the scary sight, Ethan refused to back down. He went to touch one of your legs sticking out from underneath Jake’s bulky body, but a yelp-like bark escaped Jake’s sharp-toothed filled mouth. “Hey, stop it!” Ethan shouted. A few more barks come from the German Shepherd on your lap. Hazel-brown human eyes met brown canine ones in a silent battle of the wills, waiting for the other to give up so they could be the dominant winner. Somehow, Ethan won this battle, Jake blinking first and bowing his head in submission, avoiding eye contact as he whined. Without another word, Jake hopped off of you and the couch, onto the hardwood floor.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, as Ethan moved closer to you to check you over. “Are you okay?” he asked, worry in his hazel eyes. “Yeah. Just shocked,” you replied breathlessly. “Jake’s never been this possessive of me. Why did he act like that?” “I don’t know, but hopefully he won’t act like that again. I think he knows who’s the boss now,” Ethan pointed out. At that moment, your father decided to make an appearance. “I heard Jake barking. Is everything alright?” he asked, eyeing Ethan nervously. “Jake was sitting on me, crushing me. Ethan tried to get him off of me but he wouldn’t let him touch me,” you explained, trying to prove Ethan’s innocence to your father. Luckily, he believed you, especially after he saw Jake looking miserable, a few feet away. Your father groaned, in apparent disbelief. “I’m sorry. Jake is being so possessive. (Your mother’s name) and I have noticed that in the last month or so he’s starting to get territorial and rather ... loving, if you know what I mean,” your father apologized. You and Ethan made faces of disgust. “Thank god he didn’t try that shit with me. I would have slapped him,” you replied. Your father just gave a short chuckle, then said, “Dinner’s done by the way. Come take a seat in the kitchen and have a piece of your mother’s cooking.” “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Ethan joked, causing you to giggle. Holding hands, yours encompassed by Ethan’s much bigger one, you both trade you may to the kitchen table.

Once the smell of roasted chicken hit you, your mouth started to water. “Mmm, I just realized how much I missed your cooking mom,” you said as you took your seat, Ethan pushing it in for you. “So you haven’t missed my meals until now,” your mother joked. “Oh, stop, honey. Don’t patronize her,” your father whined. “Dad, she’s joking,” you pointed out. Dinner started without a hitch, each you serving yourself pieces of chicken and some side dishes. The room was filled with idle chatter, utensils scrapping gently across the dishes, teeth chewing, and drinks repeatedly being filled. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their meal, including Jake, who was given a few table scraps in his bowl every once in a while. Your father and mother asked Ethan a couple of questions but weren’t outright interrogating him. Ethan answered all of them truthfully, but you parents reacted positively to his answers. Like his passions and goals in life, things you two love to do together, his relationship with Grayson, etc. Before you knew it, plates were being clean and left overs put away.

“Hey, mom, would you like some help?” you said when you noticed your mother washing the dishes in the sink, bright pink rubber gloves covering her hands and lower arms. “I’d appreciate it sweety.” Towel in hand, you started to try and put the utensils and plates in its proper place. You worked in comfortable silence, until your mother spoke up. “So ...” she started. “So what?” you replied, eyebrow raised. “You and Ethan. Are you happy with him?” she asked. “Moooommmm,” you whined,pout on your lips. “What I’m curious? I want what’s best for you, honey.” “Honestly, he’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never been so happy with someone else like this before. Ethan cherishes me and loves me unconditionally. We’ve been on so many adventures together, getting me to try new things I would have never thought of before. He’s my best friend,” you explained, remembering all the wonderful moments you had with Ethan since you started dating him. “You really love him, don’t you?” your mother realized. You just nodded; no words could define the intensity of your adoration for Ethan. Your mother moved to hug you, and you returned the warm embrace.

You two separated, your mother gently holding your upper arms as she looked at you with immense pride and affection. “My little girl has grown up so much. I’ve always wondered when the time would come for you to find someone and I’m proud to say you made a great choice,” she praised. “Mom,” you whined, a blush on your cheeks. “Alright, I’ll stop getting all sentimental. I suggest you go back to Ethan and your father. I’ll finish up here.” She gently pushed you towards the entrance way into the kitchen, where you could hear Ethan and your father conversing pleasantly.

You left the kitchen and your mother, rounding the corner of the hallway towards the living room. Just as you about to walk into the room, you heard the last few words Ethan was saying to your father. “... I promise never to do anything like that. I truly love (Y/n), with everything I have,” you heard him say. You decided now was the right moment to let your presence be know, striding into the room as if you didn’t just hear their conversation. “I see you to were getting along. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” you faked innocence. “Nothing too important, dearie. I was just telling Ethan here to take good care of my little girl,” your father said, patting Ethan on the back. Ethan gave a fake smile, clueing you in that your father’s conversation wasn’t as friendly as your father let it out to be. But you let it be, as it wasn’t really your business. If Ethan wanted to tell you later on, then he could do so when he was comfortable.

“Oook ... well Ethan and I should probably get going now,” you said. “Yeah, Grayson’s probably waiting for us to get back. Don’t want to keep my little bro waiting do we?” Ethan piped up. “Really? So soon. I thought you guys would stay the night, at least,” you father whined. “Oh, let them go, (father’s name). We can’t force our daughter to stay even if we wanted to,” you mother spoke up as she appeared in the entryway of the room. Your groaned but gave up on the issue, falling under your mother’s thumb.

Ethan and you started to gather your things as you prepared to leave. The jiggling of car keys must caught his ears because out of nowhere Jake came running up to you two. The German Shepherd puppy skidded to a stop, nails clanking against the hard floor as did so. Luckily, he didn’t barge into the four of you, like you thought he would. Ethan let out a sigh of relief, relaxing from bracing himself from impact. “Aw, Jakey, have you come to say goodbye?” your mother cooed. Jake pushed his furry head into your hand, huffing happily in response. You kneeled down and pet the dog’s soft furry cheeks. “Goodbye, puppy. I’ll see you later, ok,” you told him, looking deep into his giant brown eyes. Jake gave a couple of gentle licks to your hand before you stood back up.

“You ready to go, babe,” Ethan asked you wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side. “Yep, I got everything,” you replied. Ethan smiled and moved to kiss you on the forehead, when Jake started barking. Ethan pulled away from you, as your parents and you looked on in confusion. Jake immediately stopped barking once Ethan was away from you. Confused, Ethan moved his face closer to yours, causing Jake to start barking again. Ethan frowned as your parents laughed. “It looks like Jake is a bit jealous, isn’t he?” your father chuckled. Ethan then tried to hug you, but the same thing started to happen again. Jake even tried to jump to separate you two but Ethan pushed him away before he could. “No! Bad dog!” he yelled. Jake just barked back unhappily, whines leaving his lips. “No! She’s my girlfriend! Not yours!” Ethan scolded the dog. Jake gave one last high-pitched bark then walked away, plopping himself on his beg on the other side of the room.

Your mother sighed, and started to apologize. “I’m sorry how he was today. I swear he’s a good boy , he’s just very stubborn. We’re working on his possessiveness with his trainer but we really haven’t gotten that far,” she explained, rubbing the bridge of her nose in exhaustion. “It’s ok, Mrs. (l/n). He’s just being an overprotective puppy. And there was no harm done,” Ethan tried to reassure her. “It’s almost like he’s a grumpy old man unhappy that someone is kissing his daughter.” “And that is why Jake’s my best friend. Our two minds think alike,” your father joked. Everyone had a laugh at that.

Goodbyes and hugs were exchanged between the four of you before Ethan and you were officially on your way. As you walked along the driveway, hand in hand with Ethan, you turned around to see Jake looking longingly out the window. A giggled escaped your lips, causing Ethan to turn his head around to look back. He smirked and put an arm around you, pulling you close and kissing your head. “My girlfriend,” you heard him mumble. You shock your head in mock disbelief, revelling in despite everything that happen the meeting between your parents and Ethan was a success. The only problem was that you were both covered in dog hair. Grayson was not going to be happy about that.

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echoeternally · 4 years ago

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Mario Thread Opinions

I saw something making rounds on Twitter featuring Mario characters, so, I wanted to respond to that, but without flooding the timeline.

So, I’ll put them here instead! ...And I’ll try to keep thoughts short...

... ... ...

Original Tweeted Characters

Mario: He’s such a cheerful and happy protagonist! I don’t get why people ever have strong dislikes for him. He’s full of energy and normally kindness. Maybe they think that’s bland, but I’ve been following Mario’s journeys since I was very young, so he’ll always be a great protagonist for me.

Toadette: She’s so energetic and sweet! She’s come such a long way since her debut from Mario Kart: Double Dash, and currently, Toadette seems to be a regular mainstay for the franchise. You’re doing amazing, sweetie! Keep going!

Dry Bones: One of the cutest zombies and/or reanimated dead characters that I can think of. While a tricky enemy to handle, I still enjoy seeing them. Plus, they’re welcome additions to spin-off games like almost always!

Shy Guy: The beeeeest! Shy Guy is the cutest little enemy, and I love how they get included into various roles as either friend or foe. I think I’m always happy to see Shy Guy around in some way!

Pink Gold Peach: Peach deserves a cool power-up form! While I wish she had it outside of spin-off titles, I think it’s a cute concept regardless. (Though, I get the disappointment when she shows up.) People mention “rose gold” as a title instead, and I think I agree with that, but also, alliteration.

Peachette: (deep, heavy sigh) You could have been so fun conceptually...the potential for future uses that could be dramatic with bait-and-switches for Peach. But...marred by Internet memes...also, not a fan that Toadette gets replaced on-screen by Peach in the first place, so, yeah.

King Boo: This dude has so many change-ups in how he appears. I kind of love him as both a Mario enemy and a Luigi’s Mansion main boss. He makes a good adversary for Luigi, so, I hope he sticks around to spook the cast! Love his laugh too, lol.

Daisy: She deserves so much love and attention, and I don’t understand why the developers at Nintendo have kept her locked behind spin-off titles for so long. I feel like that could change going forward, so I’m hoping that she becomes even more awesome and help save the day in future adventures!

Peach: Arguably the most iconic damsel in modern media, though I wish we could let her evolve past that. Peach is strong in her own right, so let’s see her headline a franchise and save the day herself! She doesn’t get opportunity to do that enough. She can be more than just Mario’s plot device. Anyway, she’s great, and I wish she would get more respect from Nintendo. She could make the Disney princesses shudder if given the chance.

Yoshi: Quite possibly the cutest steed known to pop culture! He’s so sweet and precious, like, I feel as though no one can help but love Yoshi. Anytime he pops in and the moment immediately improves!

Luigi: As a younger sibling myself, I totally can relate to Luigi easily. He’s the best deuteragonist that Mario could ask for! His fans can sometimes be a little much, but I can understand the enthusiasm! Luigi’s a good boy. Nintendo should dunk on him less though; he’s proven well enough.

Hammer Bro: Bah, an enemy that always keeps me wary! Probably one of the biggest common enemies that is practically guaranteed to be at least a light challenge. As they appear in more spin-off games, I like their energy and excitement more. They’re fun dudes!

The Koopalings: No clue how they were kept dormant for so many years, because they provide so much flavor to the series! Then again, it’s painful to see any of them separated from one another, and including seven characters can be a challenge. Overall, I love them, and they make great opponents and even additions to rosters! Best generals, I think.

Kamek: I know that the name isn’t supposed to be significant, but he ended up being so. And I really wish we would get a version of Kamek that stands out from the other Magikoopa! His role seems too important to be neglected as often as it can be. Definitely the coolest standalone enemy on Bowser’s minion roster, and I hope they keep helping this one stand out more in the future!

Waluigi: He’s pretty funny, and he can sucker a few laughs out of me time and again. I think that he’s underrated by the Mario franchise itself, and that he should appear more often or join Wario for his franchise. His loudest fans are definitely a bit too rambunctious. Still, he’s been around for 20 years, and I do agree that he probably deserves better.

Rosalina: Definitely a cool character that I really hope we keep in rotation. She should be used for more than just spin-off shenanigans without question, so I hope that we see her more as time goes on. (She almost joined Odyssey in a cool appearance!) Anyway, I love her motherly and calm yet elegant nature, and the lore that she gave to Super Mario Galaxy as well. Luma princess!

Bowser: As Mario is one of my favorite protagonists, Bowser would be one of my favorite antagonists! Though, I do wish he’d get a break. He’s a fun character without always being evil. We should give other villains a chance to go crazy and let Bowser do something else, either helping Mario or just living life without being the big bad. He’s sometimes more interesting being just a dad above all else!

Piranha Plant: Plant gang rise up! Not going to lie, one of the most iconic Mario enemies to appear, and yet, I feel like they’ve been slept on until their recent inclusions in games as playable characters, most especially in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. Great surprise trap enemies too. Overall, love these chompy dudes! ...Except when they chomp me, that is, ha!

Metal Mario: Probably one of Mario’s coolest power-up forms! He’s appeared in several spin-offs as a playable character, starting with Mario Golf for the N64, if I’m not mistaken. While I prefer him as a power-up, he’s a fun concept to see turn up every so often.

Whomp King: An iconic opponent in Super Mario 64, and one that I’m surprised to see turn up every so often! Yet, I’m also surprised that we don’t see him more often as well. It’s odd, but then again, Whomps can be underutilized. I like him though!

Wario: Greedy guy supreme! Wario is perhaps the grossest Mario character, but also one of the funniest. He’s usually a welcome addition to the rosters that he joins, so, I like to see him around too. His laugh is hilarious and definitely one of the more recognizable out there!

Dry Bowser: Bowser’s reanimated corpse! Originally a cool concept and perhaps even a surprising one! Since I like Dry Bones, I tend to like this dude, even when he’s not exactly Bowser himself sometimes, since that happens. Either way, cool and creepy, so totally a unique flavor!

Pom Pom: Honestly, not an addition that I ever expected, but totally welcomed alongside Boom Boom’s return to the franchise. I love her shuriken attacks and ninja theme, because I’m a sucker for that. And more female creature features are always welcome to roster! Not every lady needs to be a princess, after all.

King Bob-omb: I love him! He’s arguably my favorite boss from Super Mario 64, and I’m so happy that he’s been popping up more frequently. He’s finally playable for the first time in Mario Kart: Tour, so I hope he appears as such in future titles! His mustache deserves greatness!

Toad: I have literally always had a huge soft-spot for the Mushroom Kingdom citizens. Also, I feel like Toad should be recognized as an individual as much as Yoshi is! He’s cheerful, helpful, sweet, and usually so helpful! Plus, I totally crush it when I use him in Mario Kart, lol. One of my favorites as well, and I consider him as part of the core cast!

Bob-omb: Who knew living explosives could be so...cute? I can’t deny that I delight in seeing them, even though they usually terrorize me whenever they’re around. Totally love to see them included, as they’re great inclusions.

Boo: Spooky time! I love seeing Boo, they’re fun. Also, horrifying to face off against, since they’re not usually the easiest to defeat. They’re cute though, and I love to listen to their cackles and trills! Also wonderful inclusions, both in the main Super Mario games and hilariously so in Luigi’s Mansion. (I love their titles and names in those games!)

Bowser Jr.: While his existence should raise questions, mostly concerning how, I tend to hand wave that as easily as Nintendo does. I love that Bowser has a bratty kid, it’s so entertaining to me! And it’s precious, because I really enjoy seeing Bowser having a soft spot for his son. Junior himself is enjoyable to see too, because he’s a pint-sized enemy with lots of personality!

Pauline: That’s my girl! That’s my girl right there, whoo! I’m so deliriously happy that she’s returned in the greatest form, from nameless damsel to major city mayor! And now she’s regularly included for Mario franchise casts by the fans and the developers. She deserves it, and I hope we continue to see Pauline appear all the time in the future! Get it, One-Up Girl!

Baby Daisy: A cute baby bean, and a logical companion for Baby Peach! Not usually a character that I favor, but I don’t mind her. The scariest kiddo on the racetrack, that I’ve learned.

Petey Piranha: It makes sense that the Piranha Plants have a boss leader, since Bowser is that for the Koopas, and then we have such for Bob-ombs, Whomps, Boos, and the others. Anyway, the sludge stuff is gross, but I do love to see Petey! He’s actually sort of cute with his little utters of “yay!” in spin-offs. Plus, he’s usually a fun flavor of boss to battle!

Lakitu: Honestly, I forget that these dudes are supposed to be bad guys; they’re usually so friendly and helpful! And I think I prefer them that way overall. But, they do make challenging opponents when they’re not helpers, so that is fun to see from time to time. Totally a great mainstay to the roster either way!

Baby Rosalina: Like, I do get the idea of her, but at the same time, she’s more or less a walking contradiction, more than Bowser Jr. or the other babies by far. She is cute though, and I guess we’re not meant to think about it.

Koopa Troopa: Basically Bowser’s equivalent to Toad, and I don’t think that’s a comparison that’s addressed often enough. Like, they’d be great to make Bowser’s forces more sympathetic. Anyway, I like them as enemies, though I tend to see them as helpers fairly often too, since that’s how they’ve appeared over the years. Totally a great mainstay!

Boomerang Bro: As if their hammer throwing cousins weren’t bad enough, we get these dudes to battle from time to time. They’re tricky but cool variations on classic opponents. And I think I enjoy seeing them when we have big cast herds for the spin-off Mario titles.

Bullet Bill: Fear. These guys just come flying out of cannons and my instinct just shifts into fight-or-flight. I love them appearing, but I’m always wary of the challenges they normally present. Also, similar to Bob-omb with the whole, “who knew living artillery could be cute?” Because I know it’s Mario, but geez.

Baby Luigi: The baby bro! He’s a fun alternate option for Baby Mario to rescue, and cute to see included from time to time in spin-off titles. Though, I think his best appearance was Mario & Luigi: Partners in Time.

Banzai Bill: The developers went, “Hey, know what’s scary than a big bullet chasing you down? How about a MEGA DEATH BULLET that destroys everything in its wake? Let’s even give it a creepy slasher-grinning face!” And nobody really questioned that. Utterly horrifying to battle (or just run from), but cool conceptually, so I like the enemy inclusion.

Buzzy Beetle: They’re such lowkey baddies that I actually love. Like, there’s even a sinister hint to them with the glowing red eyes and everything! Totally underrated as opponents, and I enjoy their appearances whenever they’re around.

Baby Mario: The leader of the bunch, and you know him...wait a minute. Anyway, he’s a fun character concept, and I like the idea of exploring characters at different points of their lives! It’s cute to see Mario was thrown into heroics since basically birth, and Baby Mario’s usually entertaining to see around, even though we should really question the lacking moral/ethic decisions of letting babies drive go-karts and playing sports.

Goomba: The number one low-level grunt of all-time! At least, I think so. They’re such fun enemies to see included almost all of the time. It’s fun how they’re normally super easy to fight, but can be surprising challenges in various appearances too. Simple conceptually, yet really diverse in use! Overall, one of the best baddies out there!

Thwomp: Floating death trap extraordinaire! These dudes are utterly terrifying to be anywhere near, most especially under. I tend to remember them for the blocky blue forms used during the N64 era, but I think that’s the less iconic form. Still, they’re great trap enemies for sure, with a great slamming grunt to boot!

Captain Toad: While I’m not entirely sure if he’s meant to be separate from the Toad we know, I treat him that way. Plus, it’s fun to have a light-hearted version of Wario’s treasure hunter role used, and one that actually provides aid to Mario on his adventures! Plus, a hero in his own right. A great character indeed!

Wiggler: Instead of chanting “don’t be suspicious,” it’s “don’t wake the wormy” for me. This crazy caterpillar is full of anxiety inducing moments for sure, but on the cuter side too. Also, shout-out to the Flutter form! Anyway, they make a fun enemy, and it’s fun when they go from passive to aggressive!

Cheep Chomp: I really can’t deny that I’m surprised that this was included for an opinion list. Anyway, bigger and scarier fish enemies are always a good fright to include, so, why not? I like the purple version too.

Baby Peach: The original baby princess, which is weird to mention, given that I never expected more than one to appear or matter. Anyway, she’s a cute companion for Baby Mario and has her own baby princess posse, so...yeah.

Boom Boom: These dudes were always such cool enemies in Super Mario Bros. 3, so I’m really glad they came back into newer games! I love seeing them appear more in spin-offs lately too, they’re entertaining options to shuffle in with the cast now and again. Fun to face off against too; normally easy, but can be tougher too!

Cheep Cheep: Fishy! It’s weird how they can be so cute, and yet they’re so dangerous, since one bite cuts you down to size. But yeah, I like them as basic aquatic enemies!

Blooper: These troublesome dudes...they can chase you, tentacle smack you, and ink you in the face! That last one never used to be a problem in kart racing, but they totally improved over the years. Good enemy. But, also? A really, really cute spin-off character! I kind of love seeing them appear in other titles as playable characters. Especially in Mario Tennis Aces. Their voices are so cute!

Whomp: Really weird to see them included so far from their king. But anyway! Cool enemies, totally underrated compared to their Thwomp cousins, and I like to see them turn up now and again. They make fun guards, most commonly utilized in the Mario Party series. They’re fun enemies and deserve more love!

Additional Characters That I Like Too

Birdo: The disrespect at people never including my girl...shameful! Anyway, I love Birdo a lot. She’s pretty cute and should totally be included way more often than she is. And she pairs so nicely with Yoshi, that’s so perfect! Plus, she’s probably the earliest trans character that I was ever introduced to, and/or consciously aware of. Anyway, I love her, so there.

Toadsworth: Why does he get so neglected over the years? I thought he was a great inclusion for Peach’s staff, and yet, he’s diminishing so frequently over the years for some reason. Anyway, he was a very entertaining character, made a great equivalent to Kamek, and I wish he’d be used more frequently.

Donkey Kong: Not going to lie, I tend to not include him in Mario cast calls a lot too, since he just feels comparatively detached to other characters. That’s so weird for someone that basically helped kick off Nintendo’s main franchise. Anyway, I love him a lot, even if I don’t show it much. He’s a cool kong, and doesn’t need to be the king to prove it!

Chain Chomp: The bark and chain rattle of sheer terror. I love these guys though! They’re so cute! And dangerous. But cute! Whether being used as a baby’s weapon of mass destruction in racing, or as another avid tennis player, Chain Chomps are just delightful to have around.

Wart: Yeah, not really expected to be included. But, I like Wart from Super Mario Bros. 2, and he’s basically my new character to campaign for since Pauline made it back from the yester-years already. Wart has great potential to be an alternative to Bowser, or even just a fun character to include, so, I hope that we see him come back to the Mario franchise in the future some day!

Nabbit: This pesky thief actually stands out well enough to me, probably because he’s included as a playable pick in the New Super Mario Bros. games from time to time. Anyway, an oddball of sorts, but pretty cute to see pop up from time to time! Maybe he’ll be kept in rotation for future spin-offs...we’ll see!

Monty Mole: Perhaps a more forgettable enemy, but I think they’re entertaining and rather unique ground enemies! Also, I enjoy their Rocky Wrench cousins. But yeah, I felt these dudes deserved a special mention too!

Diddy Kong: Although I typically don’t consider Diddy a Mario character, he’s appeared so often enough that he should be. I like him as Donkey Kong’s go-to partner, and he’s fairly cute too!

Tatanga: Look, if Wart doesn’t work out, then I’m rallying behind Super Mario Land’s Tatanga. Plus, if we get more Daisy, we might as well get an enemy to go along with, or rather against, her. Who better than this little dude? ...Though, I kind of like the bulky version from the comics more. Then again, it’s less expected for a tiny guy to be a main bad guy, so, he’d work either way. Another fun alternate for Bowser, so he can have a break, and Mario gets more enemies!

Fire Bro: I saw the Boomerang Bro and was kind of expecting this dude to show up too. Normally easier to handle than their weapon tossing cousins, at least for me, but they’re challenging enough too. Another fun variation inclusion for big roster herds.

Spike: You know, I recall the Paper Mario version known as Clubba best. But anyway, I like these dudes, and I’m enjoying seeing them appear more often in newer spin-off titles. They’re cute! And they provide strong diversity for Bowser’s usual forces.

Luma: How did we not see these little fellows in the main set? They’re so adorable, I love seeing them all the time now! Definitely one of the coolest races to come from the Mario games, totally fitting for the franchise, and I love seeing them appear basically whenever they do. They’re so cute!

Rex: The retro Super Mario World enemy that’s rather squishy and most commonly forgotten. I think they work nicely as an evil equivalent to Yoshi, at least in appearance. It’s honestly strange that they’re so underrated and underutilized by the franchise; they’re pretty cool!

Ninji: Little ninja-like minions from Super Mario Bros. 2 that appear sparingly across the Mario series. Another enemy that I feel is super underrated and totally has potential for inclusion in spin-off games or just as a more frequent opponent like Rexes should be.

Koopa Paratroopa: Kind of included with Koopa Troopa above, but I like to see Paratroopa distinguished, since they normally tend to be, even among flying enemies. Plus, they’re common inclusions to the Mario spin-off titles, so it’s weird to pass over them. Anyway, I like these winged menaces too!

Professor E. Gadd: Speaking of underused characters and E. Gadd should totally pop up there. I like that he’s a Luigi’s Mansion mainstay, but I miss the days where he was slowly branching out in other titles, perhaps most notably in the Mario & Luigi series, but he’s also the reason that Mario had FLUDD in Super Mario Sunshine! I wonder why he’s not included more frequently; even if not playable, he makes sense just being used in some capacity.

Spiny: Lakitu’s little monsters that rain terror from the skies and onto the ground! Perhaps one of tougher baddies to battle with, but I like to see them, since they’re pretty iconic. Even without being Lakitu’s minions, they’re still plenty tough for Mario to battle against. Plus, they’re kind of cute? We should see a blue variation some day though, so that way we all know who to hammer on for all of those Mario Kart horror stories...

Cappy: Since this is being posted on the 3rd anniversary for Super Mario Odyssey, I’ll give him an additional inclusion. After all, Cappy is probably one of Mario’s best companions for a 3-D Mario title to ever be included, easily surpassing FLUDD and Baby Luma / Co-Star Luma. I hope he’s not left to be forgotten as the years go by, because he had plenty of personality and flavor that really made the adventure even more entertaining, and a great concept to engage with the game play, so, here’s to Cappy!

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Phew. Anyway, these are just some thoughts on Mario franchise characters! There sure are a lot of them, huh? Probably too many to count if we really dig through the series, that’s for sure!

That’s all from me though, at least for this. Thank you for reading!

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spiiderwiick · 4 years ago

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Compared to the first day, in which they had a clown chomp on their hand, today had gone much smoother. They’d had the idea to set up a little blanket fort for her and later made many home-made circus tent jokes to themself. Patches had taken well to it and mostly remained in there, much like a cat hiding under a bed in a new home.

Wick had learned quickly that Patches had a thing about the idea of magic. She seemed genuinely unsettled by it. They found that odd given how clearly magic she was with her rainbow clown jelly, unnatural healing ability, not to mention the ability to get anywhere she pleased. They’d made a point to let anyone interacting with her know not to bring it up. At all. No magic allowed.

Patches had rediscovered her phone today and Wick had to very quickly come up with a mundane, non-magical reason that it works. They weren’t sure how old she was or what her current worldly perspective was, but they figured carrier pigeons and mailmen were a close enough analogy. She called it a birdbox. They nodded in agreement, it’s a birdbox.

Soon after, someone introduced her to cat videos, which thankfully took up most of the day, except for the parts where she ended up on a rabbit hole that took her to food videos and she started demanding fish and other tasty things. That was fine, they’d been wanting sushi lately anyway.

The day was winding down, the sun was setting and nothing had exploded. Wick wouldn’t ever truly let their guard down, not around Patches, but from the other side of the room, they were confident they could move quickly enough to outrun a baby.

They take a seat across from the blanket fort, leaning their back against the wall, “hey patches? you mind if i ask you a couple questions?”

Patches lifts the blanket curtain blocking the entrance to her lair. She doesn’t look terribly thrilled to be bothered, but since Wick has been feeding her, she’s willing to humor them, “What?”

Ah. They decide they need to tread carefully, “how uh.. how old are you? you seem kinda young to be out on your own.”

The clown narrows her eyes at them, “Dunno.”

Wick isn’t sure if she’s being difficult on purpose or if she genuinely doesn’t know. Even the Patches they knew was always vague with her age. They decide to try a different approach, “do you remember how many winters you’ve seen?”

“Winters..?” Her eyes drop to the floor in thought, “I think... Seven? I don’t like winter. It’s cold and there’s less food.”

Wick nods. Seven was a good ballpark, depending on the sort of critter Patches is, she might not remember her first year or two, most seemed to lose those early on. They’d hazard a guess at her being eight or nine. Still absolutely a baby, even if not a literal toddler, “yeah? yeah.. it’s not so bad here at least. what was.. what is your home like?”

“I don’t have one.” Her frown returns, “I never had one.”

They can feel their heart breaking with every little detail Patches reveals, and have to keep reminding themself about who she is when she grows up. Regardless of how they try to help her now, she’s almost assuredly going to return to her usual awful self later. They already knew the answer to their question, “really? what about family?”

Patches shakes her head, “I came outta an egg but I never saw another monster like me. I am all by myself.”

“then where.. where in the world have you been living?”

She crawls a little further out of her fort to sit on the floor, “Everywhere. I sleep in trees and in alleys and sometimes hide out in people’s houses when it’s too cold or rainy. Sometimes I can even get away with taking their food before they can catch me!”

Wick is only mildly perturbed by her sense of pride at that. They’ve read enough novels about kids on the run, on their own, “you just scavenge for food wherever you can get it, huh?”

“Or I hunt.” Patches lifts her head and those round pupils thin a bit into predatory slits at the thought, “I’m really good at hunting!”

“heh.. i bet you’ve got lots of practice.” Wick does not like the way they’re being watched all of a sudden, “you just hunt whatever you can catch, yeah?”

Patches nods, “I’m really good at catching rabbits and squirrels and birds and people and fish and stuff.”

Wick’s expression falls, “...people?”

“Uh-huh!” Patches doesn’t see anything wrong with this and hops up onto her feet in her excitement, “They try to hurt me sometimes, cause I stole food or something from them! They wanna do bad things but I don’t let ‘em! Sometimes.. They try to catch me cause they think I’m just a weak little kid but I show ‘em! And then I’m not hungry for a lil bit either!!”

Somehow, the news that she’s killing and eating people in self defense doesn’t seem to make Wick any less anxious, “w-well, that’s. not very nice of them at all, is it?” Oh they want to abort this conversation so badly. How can they leave?

“They say they’re good people cause I’m evil.” Patches is staring right at them with those glowing red eyes of hers, “Cause I’m a monster.. But you said I’m not evil.”

Goddamnit they did say that. Or something close enough to it. They choose their next words very, very carefully and slowly, “being evil is.. a choice. it’s something you choose with your actions, not something you inherently are.” They pause, “plenty of people who say they’re good and think they’re the purest person on earth do evil things.” And you Patches, have been choosing to do many evil things, even as a baby, apparently.

The clown seems confused by this, it looks like she’s thinking hard about things. After what feels like an eternity to Wick, she speaks, “You think I’m evil, don’t you?”

Yes, yes they do, but they shake their head in response, “i- don’t think.... i don’t think i know enough about your situation to judge whether or not you're evil.” They are growing increasingly anxious with the way she’s staring at them, “i think.. killing and eating people is wrong.. even if you are doing it in self defense, two wrongs don’t make a right. it’d be better to just.. you know. do something to get ‘em to let you go like bite them really good?”

Patches ears flatten defensively, “I’ve tried that!! They just get madder and try to hurt me worse!!!”

Of course she had, Wick thinks, she’d bit them pretty good when she was feeling threatened. She already had a concept of warning people to leave her alone. That last sentence did remind them of a question they’d wanted to know, and.. Maybe it would be a way to steer the conversation away from eating people, “hurt you? i’d heard a rumor you couldn’t feel pain.. which is kinda silly sounding to say out loud, it can’t be true, right?”

A rumor? Maybe this place wasn’t as far from “home” as she thought, if they knew things about her that she hadn’t told them. That did explain why the man the other night knew her given name, “That’s stupid. You’re stupid. Being hurt hurts. Who told you that?”

That was interesting news. Wick shrugs, thankful for their years of acting training to lean on as they improvise and try not to look too freaked, “some rando from the birdbox. guess they were full of it though. why would someone think you don’t feel pain?”

Patches steps back a bit and her long tail curls close as if she’s worried someone might try to grab it, “Cause... I’m a monster.. And when I get hurt it goes away... But it still hurts until it goes away.”

“you can.. heal yourself? that’s pretty cool.” Hm.. Maybe they should show her a certain movie, one they know she’s referenced in regards to her healing before.

“Cool..? You think that’s cool?” She sounds hopeful, like this is some of the first validation she’s received in her life. For all they know, maybe it actually is.

“yeah? i think all that magic stuff is pretty neat.” Oh. They said the M word. They are full of regret before she can even react.

At first, she doesn’t react, she just freezes up. Patches.exe has encountered a problem, would you like to end the program? When she does speak it’s quiet, barely above a whisper. Wick is afraid to ask for her to speak up because they don’t know if they want to know what she said. They don’t get a choice, “I’m. Not. Magic. I’m a monster. I’m a scary evil monster. I’m not magic.”

“hey- hey it’s- it’s okay. i’m probably wrong. it just- sounds like- something magical. it’s-” They’re at a loss for words. They don’t get it. Why is magic such a bad thing to her? Maybe they should just ask, “is.. why are you- why don’t you like magic?”

“It’s bad.” That’s it. That’s all the reply she gives them. It’s bad. Magic bad.

Somewhere in their terror, something clicks, “and you don’t.. want people to think you’re bad? or.. treat you any worse than they already do?”

The penny drops when Patches nods. She’s a product of her times. Magic is bad and scary and they need to burn the witch. She’s just as scared of the idea of magic as anyone else would have been from her time, and she’s magic herself.

“okay.. patches, i need you to listen to me.. magic- it’s. it’s just like monsters. it’s only bad if someone chooses to use it to do bad things. it’s not some inherently evil thing on its own.” When it doesn’t look like she believes them, they continue, only fumbling a little, “there is nothing evil about healing magic, for example. healing is in the name! it’s good, it’s healthy. it makes people better! i don’t think it’s even possible to do evil with healing magic”

They know it is possible because Patches uses her magic for evil things all the time. Or at least uses the knowledge that she can rely on it as an excuse to take normally life-threatening risks when it comes to ruining other people’s lives. None of that matters in this moment, talking to a kid scared of.. Apparently herself.

Said kid doesn’t look convinced, but Wick is opening new doors as they try to liken it to the monster conversation, “Then why does everyone say it’s bad? Why does it hurt more?”

What?

“hurt.. more?” Another nod from Patches. Wick is not an expert in magic, they didn’t even think magic was real in their world. Assuming Patches is from their world and didn’t hop over here one day on a whim, it would mean magic was real and secret and probably a lot easier to abuse that way.

“that.. sounds like.. someone really wanted to hurt you. maybe that someone was evil, or thought they were doing good by trying to hurt you. people.. don’t always like things they don’t understand. magic ‘n monsters both. it’s easier for them to call those things bad and be afraid of ‘em than to take the time to learn about them.”

While that doesn’t make Patches look any happier, some of the confusion and worry seems to fade, “Why aren’t you afraid?”

Because they’ve lived most of the past year in constant fear of murder clowns and baby murder clowns are a lot less scary, “i think.. if i’d met you a year ago, i’d probably be pretty freaked out, honestly, but i’ve met a lot of nice monsters recently, learned magic was real and not scary. it’s.. actually incredible. some of it really beautiful to watch.”

Wick can tell at a glance how full of doubt she still is, “why don’t you give it a chance? maybe you’ll be surprised.” They glance at their bandaged hand, “i have an idea.. why don’t i let someone use some healing magic on me? to show you that it’s not so scary and can be good.”

Bold of them to allow someone to use magic on them, she thinks, but better them than her. A short nod before she retreats into the safety of her fort. The red slit peeping out from the darkness is the only indication that she’s waiting for them to follow through.

With a small sigh, Wick pulls out their phone. Time to call in a friend.

#drabble #f2f #jpstandsforjustpatches #(( read more'd for length ))

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captain-mcdavid · 5 years ago

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You hate that you��re excited right now, but you literally can’t help the way your heart starts thumping faster when you hear him moving on the other side of the door.

He opens it with a big grin and you bite your lips to hold back an even wider smile.

He hums and looks you over while move into the apartment. “You look good.”

He says the words as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, and you hate where your brain goes.

He needs to stop doing cute things because your heart really can’t handle it.

“Thanks,” You say meekly, not moving from your spot on the carpet. Your stomach is embarrassingly erupting in butterflies while you watch him move around you to slip a jacket on.

“What do you think?” He asks, hands smoothing the black bomber he just put on.

“About your outfit?” You chuckle, looking him over. He looks good, but he always does. Clothes or no clothes. He’s in a plain white tee with black jeans and an expensive looking pair of white sneakers.

“Yeah. Last time I put something on and you told me I wasn’t gonna get laid, so I just wanna make sure that this outfit is good enough for you to come home with me,”

You bite your lip with a smile and a shake of your head. “You look fine,” You whisper, adding, “Plus my car is here so I kinda have to come back.”

He rolls his eyes, his big hand coming to rest on the small of your back while he opens the door for you. “The Uber is here,”

You’re not exactly sure how you want to be going to another party in the first place, but when you woke up last week after Josh’s surprise visit, the bed was empty. He left a note along with bagel and coffee from the shop down the street, and you hadn’t seen him since.

He went on a week long road trip where you’d texted all day everyday, which probably wasn’t doing anything to stall the developing feelings you were having for him.

On the last game of their trip they’d clinched a playoff spot, and Josh phoned you right away, explaining that Ryan was having a party to celebrate and he wanted you to come with him.

You reluctantly agreed, trying to convince Lindsay to go with you, but she’d declined, insisting she had another more important party to go to instead. You were pretty sure she was just avoiding Boone though.

She’d helped you pick an outfit and do your makeup, and now you’re here, walking nervously out to the Uber while Josh talks about the road trip.

You’re in your head most of the drive, just thinking. Things were never this foggy before. Last year you were head over heels for him and you thought maybe he felt that way too, but you always had a gut feeling that something was off. You knew deep down it was wrong. That proved to be true when he ghosted you like you hadn’t been hooking up for four months.

The sex is the same as it was before but now there’s these additives that you haven’t experienced with him. There’s no off feeling. His behaviour is wildly different, and it’s almost impossible for you to pin down where his head is at.

Does he or does he not have feelings for you?

Lindsay says he doesn’t, and so does the jacket you found. But that could have been his moms? Or just a friends?

Those two things point to no, but everything else is pointing to yes. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him too, which is why you’ve abandoned the stupid podcast shit. Why do it if he feels the same?

You’re not even aware you’ve arrived at Ryan’s until Josh is opening the door in front of you, chuckling when he sees your surprise.

He smiles handsomely, tucking your hair behind your ear, “Everything okay?”

You nod quickly, brushing him off to step out of the car. “Just excited,” You lie, following him up to the house.

You can hear the music booming before the door even opens, and when it does, you’re shocked by the amount of people you’re seeing. It’s one of the biggest crowds you’ve seen at a house party, and you already know that you’re gonna need to step out for air within the first hour.

Josh leads your through the bodies, until there’s a clearing where his teammates sit on a couch, expensive bottles of alcohol cover the table in front of them. They see Josh and the house gets even louder if possible. It’s a mix of hollers and shouts that make him laugh. He throws a hand up, tugging you to him by the waist. “Playoffs baby!” He roars, and the crowd screams louder back at him.

You watch on with wide eyes and Josh laughs, despite your surprise at what’s going on you smile too, the giddy grin he’s sporting proving to be very contagious.

He looks down at you and winks, while you shake your head. “This is crazy,”

He just nods and then leans down to kiss your cheek. You’re expecting him to let go after that but he holds on, opting to wrap his other arm around your waist to pull you into him completely. After a light squeeze and a small lift he puts you down, and tugs you over to the couch with a finger in the back pocket of your jeans.

You sit and his hand is immediately glued to your leg. Looking around the room nervously, you bite your lip when you see all the eyes that are on you. Most of them are girls, their gaze flicking back and forth between you and Josh.

You uncomfortably look down at your feet, leaning into him a little more.

He’s in a middle of a conversation but he welcomes your embrace all too easily, like you’ve been together for years, his hand coming off your leg and around your waist while he continues to talk.

When he’s finished he turns to look at you, nodding his head to the table, “What do you want to drink?”

Boone answers for you when he throws a package of disposable shot glasses onto the table with an energetic shout, “Tequila!”

Josh raises his eyebrows and you smile, shrugging your shoulders, “I’ll do it if you do it,”

And that’s how you end up at a beer pong table across from Boone and Pierre, a strong buzz and a not necessary drink in your hand.

Seth has been carrying your team the whole time, but as much as you suck, Pierre and Boone are even worse.

Pierre misses another cup and you shake your head, “Damn, you should really just stick to hockey.”

He gives you a dramatic face and sticks his tongue out, turning around while he obnoxiously yells, “Trickshot!”

He chucks the ball over his head and you burst out laughing when it lands five feet to the left of the table.

“That was horrible!” You tell him, “And it’s not even your turn,”

He waves a hand with a drunk smile and then slurs, “Whatever, it’s just a game.”

Seth hands you a ball and you hold your hand out for a high five to your partner. “You got this, Seth.”

There’s one cup left on their side, and Seth is incredibly focused for how much he’s drank. He eyes the cup with a grin and then chucks the ball.

It plops into the cup and suddenly you and Seth and most of the people around you are shouting.

Seth turns to scream in your face and you do the same, laughing when he picks you up and does a lap around the table, placing you onto your feet so he can high five you again.

Pierre throws his hat in disgust, and you laugh even harder, “It’s just a game, Luc!” You tease. He just gives you another face before turning to walk away.

“Good game, partner.” Seth chuckles, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Me? Are you kidding? Seth I didn’t sink a single ball.” You say the words as you scan the room for a tall brunette, but his broad shoulders don’t catch your eye anywhere.

Seth laughs, “Just take the compliment, I was saying it to be polite.”

You give him a light punch on the arm, and he pretends to flinch, flopping down on the couch a few feet behind him.

You look awkwardly around the room again but you still don’t see Josh. You start to worry for a split second, thinking maybe he’s somewhere with another girl, but then Seth is interrupting your thoughts. “Are you looking for Josh? He went outside to go get Wenny out of the pool. He should be back in a few.”

“Oh, okay.” You say with a shrug, leaning over to see if you can get a look out the windows.

Seth laughs and pats the spot next to him, “I’ll keep you company until he’s back.”

It seems innocent enough so you nod and sit down beside him.

“Okay I need your opinion on something.” Seth says, sounding oddly serious.

You widen your eyes, and turn to face him a little bit more. “Yeah, of course. What is it?”

Seth leans in and flicks his head up, “That girl over there, in the light blue crop top, is she actually as hot as I think she is?”

The second he finishes you burst out laughing, slapping his shoulder while you embarrassingly snort. This makes Seth go off and now the two of you are sitting there, busting a gut, close to crying from laughing so hard.

Once he finally calms down, he raises a hand and you collect yourself. “Seriously, she hot?”

A satisfied smirk crosses his face before you jump in again, “But she chews with her mouth open,” You point out, watching while she chomps down on a dorito from the chip bowl.

Seth laughs incredulously, “So?! You snort when you laugh!”

You mouth drops open and you try to act offended, but you end up just giggling again. “Only when I’m drunk.” You defend yourself and he nods but it’s clear he obviously doesn’t believe you.

“Should I go talk to her?” Seth’s words get quieter when you finally see Josh across the room.

Alex is standing beside him, fully clothed but absolutely drenched, and it would be hilarious, but the look on Josh’s face makes it not funny at all. From how soaked the floor is it looks like they’ve been standing there awhile and you have a feeling that he’s not too happy about what he just saw with you and Seth.

“Go talk to her,” You tell Seth, getting to your feet to head over to Josh.

He starts walking towards you at the same time that you take to him, and instead of stopping like you do, he passes you completely, grabbing your arm as he does so. He pulls you behind him by your wrist and you jog to keep up with him.

“Josh,” You say, but he doesn’t let up, leading you straight out of the house and down the side walk. “Josh!” You say again, but still, nothing.

He finally stops when you get to the road, letting go of you so he can pull his phone out of his back pocket.

“What the hell?” You say, but he doesn’t respond. You watch on, confused while he opens the Uber app and orders a car. You see two minutes flash across the screen before Josh shoves the phone back into his butt pocket, pushing his clenched fists into the front ones after.

“What was that?” You ask quietly, hating the way he won’t even make eye contact with you.

“What?” He plays it off like nothing just happened and your jaw actually hits the floor. Was he seriously about to act like he didn’t just practically drag you out by your hair?

“Why did we leave?” You say curtly and he shrugs infuriatingly.

“Cause.”

The minute you sit down in the Uber you feel your buzz go, like it was disintegrated by the frustration you felt when Josh made a scene.

The whole way home you don’t say a word while Josh makes friendly conversation with the Uber driver like he’s not totally pissed off.

When you pull up to his place, you’re the first one out of the car, and the first one up the stairs, unwilling to take an elevator because you know the second the doors close behind you, you’re gonna go off, and the public doesn’t need to see you rip him a new one.

It’s maddening because he’s so obviously jealous, and he has no right to be, not when others girls’ jackets are in his apartment.

“Okay what is your deal right now?” You blow, flipping on him as soon as he closes the door. You’re almost certain that he won’t tell you that he’s jealous, but maybe if you poke enough he’ll burst.

“I don’t have a deal,” He says, making a face while he walks stiffly over to the fridge. You can tell he’s still worked up, you thought he’d be the jealous type but you didn’t expect this level. Seth was his friend, he should know that nothing would ever happen. “I just was ready to leave.”

“Yeah, okay.” You prod, trying to get something out of him. “You dragged me out of there before I could even say bye to anyone.”

Josh’s anger levels are rising, so you push more, hoping you’re getting closer. If he would just admit it.

“I was ready to leave!” He repeats, louder this time.

“Why?”

He furrows his brows, “What do you mean why?”

“Why were you ready to leave?”

He sighs, and then leans back against the counter with an eye roll. “I was looking forward to coming here and spending some nice one on one time with you to celebrate, but it hasn’t been very pleasant so far.”

You laugh in disbelief, crossing your arms across your chest while boldly saying, “Bullshit.”

He does nothing except raise his eyebrows so you take a step closer. “I think you wanting to leave had something to do with me talking to Seth. I think you were jealous.”

His demeanour shifts and you catch the expression that crosses his features for the shortest second. He looks like he’s been caught red handed, but then he’s readjusting his posture, and pushing off the counter. He crowds you up against the island and you brace yourself on the marble top while he leans over you. You never realize how seriously big he is until he’s close to you like this. Your chest pushed against his lower stomach, while you struggle to see anything but his broad shoulders.

He reaches down to brush the hair off your shoulder, running his thumb up the center of your throat. One touch and you go from angry to horny. “And what if I was?”

You’re not expecting him to admit it, which is why it comes as quite a shock when he does. You’re prepared for more arguing but not this. Just like that he has the upper hand again and you’re struggling for words, frustrated with yourself and him now.

“Then I’d tell you to grow a pair.” You say finally, and Josh breathes out a gentle laugh, clenching his jaw.

You’re not sure if he’s amused or angry, but you can push until he’s only the latter. You don’t want amused, you want him to feel just as annoyed as you. “We were only talking. A little friendly conversation never hurt anyone.”

“Friendly,” He repeats quietly, you see the muscles in his shoulders tense and there’s no funny business now, he’s getting frustrated. “I just don’t think you should flirt with my teammates at a party that I brought you to.”

You make a face and shake your head, “Spoken like a true gentlemen. You think you have some kind of claim on me?”

He backs off now, obviously uncomfortable with your response. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“I’m not.” You fire back.

“Yes you are,” He argues, and you roll your eyes.

“Okay well I’m not staying if you’re gonna act like a two year old.” You announce, holding your hands up while you walk towards the door.

“Okay-“ Josh imitates, “Well I’m not letting you leave.”

“As if you’re gonna stop me!” You scoff, picking up your shoes.

“You can’t drive your car home, and you’re sure as hell not ubering by yourself, so how about you just chill the fuck out and stay here.”

“Do not tell me to chill the fuck out when you dragged me out of that party less than a half hour ago cause you were jealous!” You can’t help the way you raise your voice, it’s inevitable when someone tells you to calm down.

Josh’s volume stays steady, “Put your shoes down, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m really tired of you telling me what to do.” You grumble, hating the way your voice cracks. Turning to grab the door handle, you pull it open not even an inch before Josh is shutting the door, winding an arm around your stomach to lift and pull you away.

Your shoes are dropped carelessly to the ground while you slap at his arm to try and get him to put you down. “What- Josh! What the hell? Put me down!” He remains unfazed, putting you back down in the living room where you’re cornered by the couch, table and his body. Once you’re set down, you turn on him, chest heaving with tempered breaths. You give him your best what the fuck face before trying to move past him, unsuccessfully.

“Oh my god! Let me leave-“ You start, but you’re quickly cut off by his hands coming to cradle your face, pulling your lips to his in a hard kiss.

He’s holding you firmly against him, lips moulding together in a heated lock. You give in without thinking, melting against him. It’s honestly pathetic how quickly you forget that you were mad.

He pulls away, and you blink, trying to remember why you were fighting in the first place. “You can’t just kiss me and expect to get away with-“

“Holy shit, just shut up.” He grumbles the words as he pulls his shirt over his head, he sees the way your eyes drop to his stomach mouth falling open as you suck in a breath. He takes your wrist in one hand, his other going to the back of your neck. He pulls you in for another kiss at the same time that he pulls your palm flat against his abs, and fuck, if you hadn’t given up before, you definitely have now. Your other hand glides up to feel the meat on his hipbones, fingers tracing the v down to the waistband of his jeans.

You still want to be mad at him but you decide in seconds flat that anger can wait until he’s had his way with you. You’ve gotten off thinking about him way too many times in the last week to not accept the real thing.

In a swift movement, Josh stoops down to undo the zipper on your dress, and grab the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to drop you back onto the couch. He tugs at the hem and you lift your hips so he can pull it off, kissing up your body while he tosses the garment behind him. He guides your arms above your head, pushing firmly on them before biting at the side of your neck. When he whispers against the skin, a shiver shoots down your spine. “I’m not done telling you what to do yet.”

He grins when you watch him with wide eyes, leaning down to kiss you gently before mumbling as he taps your hands, “Keep these here.”

You nod, happy to comply to his demands when they’re sexual. He sits back on his heels, fingers dipping underneath the waist band on your thong. He drags it slowly down your legs and you squirm. “You drive me insane,” He growls, leaning down to mouth at the skin on your thighs. “Such a fucking brat.”

You start to argue, getting a word in before Josh interrupts, his voice low, “No. I’ve heard enough from you tonight, if you wanna cum, you’re not gonna make a sound.”

Your cunt throbs with his words, and he nibbles the inside of your thigh and then murmurs, “Understand?”

You nod and he smirks, kissing your mound before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

He hums, deep and raspy in his throat and the sound alone is so sexy that you wanna moan, but you refrain, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. The pace he’s keeping while he laps at your core is borderline frustrating, he’s circling your clit slow, and at the rate he’s going, it’ll take you two hours to cum.

You want to do something to make him go faster, wind your hands into his hair, rock against his face, anything, but you know it’ll only make it worse, and he might even stop altogether.

With a satisfied groan Josh pushes his hands underneath your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulders. One arm comes around to hold your thigh, his thumb dragging up your core. You jerk when he presses it firmly to your clit, biting harder into your lip. Josh lays his other arm flat across your stomach to hold you down and you try to quiet your heavy breathing.

His tongue is even slower than before, and when he shakes his head to flick over your clit you nearly lose it, one of your hands jolting up before you stop yourself, holding it back down on the couch.

You look down and Josh’s eyes are already on you, a smug grin on his face while he drags his tongue over you.

You clench your eyes shut while your head falls back against the cushions, jaw tensing when he slowly licks down your slit. It’s unbearable, and you slowly arch your back to get more, but Josh’s hand is there to flatten you back out.

When he presses his tongue slowly inside of you, you eventually lose it, shooting a hand down to his hair while a strangled cry leaves your mouth, “Josh, please!”

Besides dragging you out of the party, him pulling away from you is the fastest thing he’s done all night.

“Oh my god,” You start, voice raising at the end with anger while you sit up on your elbows. “Could you go any slower?”

He leans back against the couch and licks his lips, a way too smug smirk growing on his face. “Probably, yeah. Sucks though, you won’t find out.”

“Josh.” You say his name with pure venom and he eyes you with a challenging stare. “Cut. The shit.”

He shifts back, getting comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head while he man spreads.

“You broke the rules. Now if you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” He nods to his thigh and you gape at him. Was he serious?

“You’re such a jerk.” You glower, but he holds still shaking his leg up and down. You look back and forth between his daunting gaze and muscular thigh, and you feel like you’re literally starting to sweat.

As much of an ass as he is being, he looks so damn hot sitting there. The legs, and the v line and the fucking shoulders. You’re clenching on air just looking at him, so with a frustrated huff, you sit up and throw a leg over his to straddle his thigh. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders and he catches them quickly, one big hand grabbing both your wrists easily. He readjusts you so that both are behind your back, held tightly by him. “Really?” You groan through clenched teeth, but Josh just sits back again, eyes trained on where you’re sitting on his thigh.

“Have at er, baby.” He lifts his leg underneath you the slightest bit, and you bite your lip to hold back the pornographic moan that almost slips out when you land fully on his muscle. Another another rock against him you’re finally feeling some built up pressure fading, your head falling onto his shoulder as you grind onto him again.

“Feel good?” He asks, a hand guiding your hip, working to fasten your pace. He guides you on and off of him and all you can do is nod against his shoulder. “You love this, hey? My little slut,”

The word is so degrading but you literally couldn’t care less that he’s calling you names when he says ‘my’ first.

You keep rocking against him, little moans that you try to stifle coming out with your breaths. “Look at you,” He growls, his hand on your waist coming up to rest on your throat. “Getting yourself off,” He pauses, fingers tightening and your mouth drops open. “That’s what happens to bad girls. They have to take care of themselves.”

He sounds so cocky and smug, and all you want is to knock him down a level. You hold still on his lap for a moment, raising your head while you take a deep breath. “I should have stayed at Seth’s. He wouldn’t make me do it myself.”

The sound that leaves Josh is near animalistic, as he flips you onto your back in seconds flat, holding you to the couch by the pressure on your neck.

He stares into your eyes with iris’ that are near black, and your stomach drops in fear for a second before the excitement kicks in.

He stands to take off his pants, and you bite your lip in anticipation, eyeing him up while he knees onto the couch. He towers over you, looking ready to kill and you decide to push your luck, reaching out to drag your nails down his abs. His jaw clenches but he lets you do it, pinning one of your legs to the couch with his own. “You think he could take care of you?”

Josh says ‘he’ with pure hatred and you think you might have actually just ruined a friendship. Instead of nodding to urge him on further you just watch while he places his hands on either side of your head, “Answer me,”

The words are spoken as he thrusts into you unexpectedly, making you yelp in surprise. He holds still, and the sharp stretch fades. You still don’t answer, breathing out a gentle sigh when he rolls into you again. “Could he take care of you like I can?”

You shake your head wildly on the couch, wrapping a leg around Josh’s waist to keep him close. “Never,” You moan out, reaching a hand up to pull him down to your lips.

He kisses you quickly, and then moves on to sink his teeth into the skin on your neck.

He whispers harsh words into your ear and you feel a chill start down your spine. “He couldn’t make you feel like I do,” he rails into you again, “I wouldn’t let him, he won’t touch what’s mine.”

Your heart beats firmer in your chest, and once again there’s that word that sticks out. Mine. It’s a claim, a commitment, but is it true?

It’s kind of hard to tell if anything he says during sex is real or not. He’s thinking with the wrong head.

Another sharp thrust gets you out of yours, and you quite literally wail out. Your arms are moving frantically along his back, grabbing and scratching anywhere, while you squirm underneath him. Amidst your moving your leg slips out from under his, and Josh’s weight drops further onto you. He grunts, and his cock slips out, you whine high pitched and he chuckles, “You’re desperate, huh?”

Punching him in the arm would normally cross your mind but right now you’re not in the mood to argue, so you just nod. “Please, don’t stop,”

Josh’s hand slips underneath your leg to push your thigh to your chest while he pressures into you again. Your back arches of the couch and Josh curses, “Stay fucking still,” His free hand comes up to sit at the base of your throat and you moan out.

“You want it?” He asks, railing into you again.

You nod your head weakly with the constriction of his hand, and his fingers tighten around you.

“Say it,” He spits out, teeth clenched.

The words fall out of your mouth almost automatically, “I want it so bad,”

“Good girl,” He mumbles the words and let’s go of your leg, his hand slipping down to where you’re connected. The pad of his middle finger presses directly onto your clit and you jerk up. His grip on your neck gets tighter again as he works his hips up, sending his tip slamming into your g spot, which queues another scream and sudden movement.

“Jesus, I’m literally gonna need to tie you up next time, quit fucking moving.” He growls.

Your pussy clenches around him when he says that and a deep groan is pushed out his throat before he chuckles, “Mm, you like that idea don’t you?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you try and fail to bring your hips up to meet him. “You can do whatever you want,” The words slip out embarrassingly easy, and you turn your head so he can’t see the way your cheeks flush.

His head dips down so he can get his lips on your neck, letting out a breathy chuckle that you feel on your skin. “Oh baby I plan to,”

He bites the spot under your ear and you whine, your hands coming up to hold him against you.

He slides his finger up again to circle around your clit and you feel yourself getting higher and higher, unable to move under his weight. His every thrust radiating pleasure through your whole body while he keeps you pinned underneath him.

You whisper his name against his lips and he slides his tongue into your mouth, pinching your clit.

It’s sends you over the edge fast and hard, your vision going black for a moment while you rake your nails down his back.

He pulls out quickly and stands, while you try to catch your breath. You’re not even sure you’ve regained control of your muscles before Josh is dragging you up, moving you around like a doll until you’re in his desired position. His cock is hard in front of your face, and he wraps your hair around his fist, pressing his thumb into your lower lip until your mouth drops open.

You’re still dizzy from everything that just happened, so you barely have anytime to process what’s happening before he’s fucking your face, and you’re choking around his length in your throat.

He’s talking but you can’t hear anything, too focused on not passing out from lack of oxygen. When he finally pulls out there’s thick ropes of cum landing on your chest, while you fall back into the couch.

Your eyes flutter shut and you think you actually fall asleep for a hot second. You actually find enough air to chuckle when Josh picks you up. Your eyes stay shut, arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“You look wrecked,” Josh notes, placing you gently on what you’re assuming is his bed. Your eyes don’t want to open but you force them to, giving him a lazy smile. “Was I- did it,” He starts and then stops, furrowing his brows before trying again. “Was that okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“Josh,” You stop him and he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of your palm. He raises his eyebrows for you to continue and you squeeze his fingers. “That was amazing.”

His puppy face disappears, and it’s replaced with a satisfied smirk. “Good, cause I meant what I said about tying you up next time,” His voice lowers while he whispers the words, and a shiver runs down your spine.

“And I meant what I said about letting you do whatever you want,” You murmur the words back while sitting up to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

The corner of his mouth perks up with a mischievous grin while he gets to his feet, turning to get something from his dresser.

A quiet gasp leaves you when you see his back in full, “Jesus, Josh,” You say, voice cracking with a laugh. “It’s not just me that looks wrecked, I think I should be asking you if I was too rough.” You scramble to your feet, noticing the way your legs protest.

He puts on a new pair of boxers, and then stands up straight, not seeming to notice your words.

“I’m so sorry,”

You fingers delicately run over the raised red marks on his soft skin and he groans, flipping around to scoop you up in his arms.

“Don’t ever apologize for that. I love it.” He assures, burying his face into your neck before throwing you onto the bed.

He tosses a shirt at you and you shrug it on, watching his every move while you wait for him to get into bed with you.

There’s still a prior argument hanging in the air but you really can’t be bothered to think about it, every muscle in your body, including your brain, is tired.

“Come here,” You finally say, getting annoyed with whatever the hell he’s doing.

“Chill,” He laughs, “I’m just brushing my teeth.”

He emerges from the bathroom seconds later and you smile, holding your arms out.

“So you’re not still mad at me for being jealous?”

You arms fall down at the mention of your fight and you roll your eyes. “I was trying to forget about it.”

He climbs into the bed beside you with a sheepish smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before cuddling into your back. “Forget I said anything.”

You wiggle back against him with a nod, enjoying his warmth.

“I’m sorry I got pissed off at the party, I just don’t like seeing you with other guys.” He mumbles, lips moving against your shoulder while he talks. “Last week at Boone’s party I saw you with Seth, and then again tonight,”

You furrow your brows, the exhaustion you felt moments ago fading completely with one sentence. You go rigid in his arms as his words sink in, but he doesn’t seem to notice, his talking continues after you stop listening.

He saw you with Seth at Boone’s party?

You clearly remember your conversation with Josh in that room, and he didn’t exactly lead on that he knew you were there...

Moments from that night replay in your head, and you’re suddenly very confused.

“Seth told me he saw you, what are you doing here?”

“I was watching you all night.”

You don’t know how you didn’t notice right away. He knew you were at Boone’s, he saw you talking to Seth, but he didn’t question you when you told him you’d just gotten there. He knew damn well you had been there way longer.

He let you lie to him.

But why?

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Little Life - Ch.15

Summary: A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 15/16

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Chapter 16 -> Next

Master Post

Chapter 15: Graduation

Katsumi was cradled between Izuku and Katsuki, a rare treat for all three of them. She'd started to sleep through the night which was good, but there were still nights where she refused to settle down unless she was between them. They'd made it a point to never let her sleep in their bed, but sometimes, they couldn't help except to cave.

Arm outstretched and pinned beneath Izuku's head, Katsuki stared at the pair. Katsumi slept just like Izuku, flat on her back, mouth wide open and unapologetic, dead to the world. She was cuddled in the crook of his arm, head pillowed against his bicep. Her feet peddled slowly in her sleep.

He sighed, letting his eyes drift closed. Since Katsumi had been sleeping through the night, he'd started to sleep longer as well, but there were still times where he jolted into consciousness, ready to attend to a baby who didn't need him. Some times it took longer than others to drift back to sleep. It seemed to be one of those nights.

So, instead, he listened to his mate's and baby's steady breathing, Izuku muttering in his sleep, the settling of the building around them. This time a week from now, they'd be in the apartment that his parents had helped them find and they'd be heroes. They'd finally be heroes, climbing the ranks with single minded determination, and they'd be raising Katsumi without anyone else's input.

As he drifted, he wondered if there was anyone else awake. If they were worried about the practicals. If they were too excited. If they were doing what he was doing and staring at his mate. If they were still scared they'd never become heroes.

But they were way passed worrying now. They were almost there. All of them.

.....

The buzzer screamed overhead, signaling the end of the practical exams. Katsuki panted, face splashed with oil and his own blood. His skin steamed, hot beneath the freezing rain he'd been made to fight in. The rain stopped, and he stared around in a daze. Several of the others were around him including a few from 3-B, but Izuku was nowhere to be seen. They'd been split up before the exam.

The practical had been a combination of everything they'd learned in those three years. Rescue efforts, battle, team work, and so on. It had been hard, just like every exam they'd ever had, but there was no doubt in his mind they'd all made it.

"Come on, man," Kirishima said with an unsteady grin as he gripped Katsuki's shoulder, "Let's go get our scores."

Together with the others, they trudged back to the main area of the exam arena. Already, the scores were being projected over the stage. And right there, tied for first place were Katsuki and Izuku's names.

"You came in first! Way to go man!" Kirishima yelled in his ear, but he wasn't listening as he looked over the sea of students for that familiar tuft of green curls.

He could barely smell Izuku on the air, everyone's scents mixing and intermingling to make it impossible to trace where the scent was coming from. Growling out his frustration, he turned in a slow circle.

"KACCHAN!" Katsuki spun towards Izuku's voice, catching him as he flew into him. Strong legs wrapped around his waist and stronger arms around his neck as Izuku sobbed uncontrollably. "We did it! We did it! Kacchan, we finally did it!" Izuku shouted, smothering his words against Katsuki's mouth as he kissed him over and over again.

Katsuki couldn't help the laughter that spilled from him. "We still have to pass the licensing exam, dumby." He held Izuku tight against his body, hands gripping his hips and ass to hold him in place.

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Compared to this, that's going to be a cinch. Watch. We're going to blow it out of the water."

"You two already did that here," Ochako said with a grin, finally catching up from where Izuku had literally leapt away from her.

Kirishima laughed. "Yeah, man, give the rest of us a chance."

The others were slowly starting to appear, crowding around them and staring up at the screen. There were no names that had less than a passing score, and that was all that mattered.

And then there was Iida. "Have some decorum, you two! We are still on school grounds! Please get off of each other!"

Katsuki and Izuku looked him straight in the eyes as they sealed their mouths back together before closing their own in pure bliss. The rest of the class laughed as Iida screamed in frustration.

.....

Katsuki and Izuku bolted from the arena after the closing remarks had been given, forgoing changing their clothes in favor of hunting down Aizawa and All Might who had been babysitting Katsumi in the stadium seating. They found them just outside the front doors, holding Katsumi up between them as she bounced on her unsteady little legs to music someone was playing nearby. She saw them as soon as they saw her, and she screamed excitedly.

"Hi, baby, we're back," Izuku said, scooping her up against his chest and smothering her in kisses.

"How was the exam?" All Might asked, smiling at the sight.

"Fine. Shit was easy," Katsuki said, pulling off his glove to run his hand over Katsumi's hair. His hand was still sweaty, but sweat was better than the oil and blood he was still covered in. "We tied for first. Icy-hot didn't even come close."

Izuku pulled back to look at their teachers, but Katsumi had a hold of his bottom lip, so his voice was distorted when he said, "Come on, Todoroki did really well. Everyone did. No one failed, even in 3-B. We all passed with flying colors."

"Flying colors might be giving some of those idiots too much credit," Katsuki grumbled, carefully detaching Katsumi from Izuku's lip. He kissed her fingertips, and she tried to make a grab for his lip instead. "No, I don't think so, monster. I've got a cut on the inside of my lip and I don't need you sticking your finger in it."

"You two should go change," All Might suggested, but didn't move to take Katsumi back.

"Then find Recovery Girl and get something to eat. You still have the licensing exams tomorrow," Aizawa said, always pragmatic. Students were beginning to pour from the building, loud and boisterous with their victories. "We can hold onto her until your changed."

"'Kay," Izuku sighed, but neither moved. Once they got their hands back on their baby, it was always difficult to give her up again. "We'll just wait until everyone is out of the doorway. That way we don't have to force our way through them."

All Might laughed. "You're not fooling anyone, Young Midoriya."

"I know," he replied with a grin.

Katsuki, Izuku and their teachers watched the never ending stream of students. They hadn't been the only ones taking exams in the stadium, they'd just been the only ones in the open arena area.

They whispered as they passed, eyes glued to Izuku and Katsuki who were all but used to the attention by now. People usually didn't stare so hard though, and Katsuki's temper was beginning to rise with each whispered comment and pair of eyes blatantly staring at them.

"If one more mother fucker-" Katsuki started, but of course, there was someone else worse than all the other bystanders.

"Uh, Monoma, I wouldn't-"

Monoma cut Izuku off with a loud raucous laugh that startled Katsumi enough that she scowled. "Look at that cutie. So adorable for coming from the two of you. Guess you really are just a bitch in heat like I always thought. How hilarious! The top two students can't even keep it in their pants through high school! Teenage parents, what a disgrace!" He was laughing wildly as he pointed at them.

Everyone within hearing distance went stalk still as shock rippled through the crowd, and if Monoma hadn't been so close to them where Katsumi could get caught in the blast, Katsuki would have blown the whole area straight into the sky.

"Hey, man, not fucking cool," Kirishima snarled, more vicious than he ever was, latching onto the back of Monoma's neck.

Before he could pull the idiot away, Katsumi lunged out of Izuku's arms and bit down into Monoma's hand right in the meat below his thumb. "Katsumi!" Izuku cried, pulling her away as quickly as she had shot forward. A string of bloody saliva was connected to her mouth, but she just laughed. "Oh my god, where's the blood from?"

Monoma screamed, staring down at his hand as blood welled from four puncture marks. A bruise had already begun to bloom where her gums had chomped down.

"You're going to be a hero, shut up. That was totally unmanly," Kirishima growled, swinging Monoma towards the classes by the back of his neck, "Kendo! You out here! Can you come get this idiot?"

"Yeah! I'm over here!" Kendo called from the front of the students, waving her hand above her head.

"I'll take him over. Let's have a talk. Stop screaming," Aizawa grumbled, replacing Kirishima's hand and steering Monoma in her direction. To the rest of the students, he called, "Clear out! The show's over." Immediately, the crowd started to move again.

Kirishima crowded in beside Katsuki as Izuku set Katsumi down in her carrier. "Is she okay?" he asked.

Frantically, Izuku ripped off his gloves and pressed his thumbs to her lips. "Let Papa see you mouth baby. I've got to check to make sure you didn't hurt yourself." Katsumi opened her mouth, chomping down on his thumbs as he did his best to look in.

"Izuku! You're hands are dirty!" Katsuki snapped.

"I didn't think she was going to bite my thumbs!" Izuku shot back, but didn't move as he inspected her gums, "Look though, Kacchan."

"What?" Panic slid home in his chest, and he shoved up right against Izuku's shoulder to look into her mouth. Four sharp little points poked out of broken skin, two in her top gums and two in her bottom. "T-teeth. C-canines," Katsuki stuttered, unable to tear his eyes away, and then a groan slipped from his mouth, "Fuck me, this is going to make breast feeding so much worse."

Izuku laughed, pulling his thumbs out of her mouth, and her face scrunched up as she reached for his hands again. "Maybe, but wasn't it worth it to see her bite Monoma?"

Katsuki ran a hand down his face. "We'll find out in a few hours."

.....

The countdown to graduation was a flurry and blur of days after that. As Izuku had said, licensing exams were far easier than the practicals, and not a day later, they were all certified heroes.

Full boxes littered the dorm halls, and Aizawa had to break up more than one rowdy party in those few days.

The day of graduation left their dorm empty and silent as they filed out to make their way to the school.

Katsuki's arms felt uncomfortably empty. All Might had taken Katsumi to leave her with Mitsuki, Masaru and Inko somewhere in the crowd, but still, he was anxious without her. Beside him, Izuku threaded their fingers together, smiling.

Once the ceremony was done, and they'd followed the tide of students out the front gate, they stood off to the side while they waited for their parents to find them.

"It's kind of bittersweet and sad, you know," Izuku asked, staring longingly up at the gate, "We've spent three amazing years here, grown so much, and now its over. It's kind of scary."

Katsuki shrugged, looking over their classmates instead as they screamed and cried and jumped all over each other. "Maybe, but there's a whole lot better shit to look forward to. No more classes, no more training, just being the No.1 hero. Nothing can stop us now."

A grin slit Izuku's face. "Yeah, you're right." Izuku leaned in for a kiss, but sobbing bodies crashed into them both, and the moment was pushed for another time as they turned into the arms of their friends.

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