#shrunk the circle and was still too tall

[unrestrainedbalderdash]

Breaking the pigeon head art curse by drawing a pigeon on Eddie's shoulder instead

[agere-fics]

Doctor Papa

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

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Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still... At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those were always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun. Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

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“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

♡

[wutwutno1]

Vizzy Nom

Based off of @stormtheskyelf2 's Lizzy headcanon story idea Idea origin: https://www.tumblr.com/stormtheskyelf2/747575904113393664/lizzy-headcanon-anon-btw-you-have-some?source=share Read tags before reading. You have been warned

“Damn purple thing.”

V flew through the bunker halls, looking for Lizzy. Her wings wired softly as the anti-grav engines hummed away, propelling her forward through the cold air.

V felt the cool air rushing past her, making the already naturally cold six inch tall drone feel even colder.

“I will so get her back for this. . .”

V continued with her flight, although she knew she’d have to stop before her engines got too cold to function.

V looked around at the looming pieces of furniture and massive doors rushed past as she flew past them. She found a suitable box to land on and circled back to it. Her peg feet landed on them with a soft click.

V’s wings retracted into her back. V shuddered, feeling the cold metal enter her barely-warm-enough-to-function body. One of the many downsides of being tiny.

V sat on the box and huddled up to herself. V looked around. This hall was full of lockers and posters relating to school and education. V saw a few posters for the prom that was more than a month ago. V scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. They still have those up? These are some lazy worker drones. At least I’m at the school. Lizzy’s class should be ending in a few minutes. I just gotta wait and pray she comes through here.”

As if on cue, the school bell rang, and students began filing out of the classrooms. V watched as each student passed, waiting for her friend to walk past.

V saw Lizzy’s blond hair among the crowd of semi-mindless worker drones. V checked her core temperature, and upon deciding it was safe for her to make the short flight, unfurled her wings and took off. She flew up into the air and began to glide down to Lizzy, targeting her head.

Lizzy felt a something small splat on the back of her head and latch on. Instinctively, she grabbed it. Whatever it was, it felt like an action figure had clung to the back of her head. Lizzy felt it cling to her hand as she brought it to her face to inspect.

V landed in Lizzy’s hair and latched on. She clung to Lizzy's hair, relishing the slight warmth it offered, until someone yanked her away once more. V squeaked reflexively and clung to the hand that tore her away. It was warm. It was nice.

“V?! What are you wearing?!” Lizzy shrieked before changing to a more calm and smug tone, “Also, what happened to you?”

V looked at her outfit. She had ditched her crop-top jacket for an actual winter coat and snow pants since her body could barely keep up with the cold and keep her warm enough to function. V sighed and looked up at Lizzy.

“Old one was too cold. I will literally die wearing anything else.”

V let go of Lizzy’s fingers, not wanting to ruin her image in front of Lizzy.

“As for what happened, Uzi was using her freak powers and shrunk me. She says it was an ‘accident,’ but I think it was on purpose.

Lizzy laughed. Her grip on V loosened until V was just sitting on her flat palm.

“Are you still going to the sleepover?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Well, does my tiny little killer need a lift?”

V blushed slightly at Lizzy calling her her little killer, but it quickly went away.

“I will rip your voice box out of your throat once I’m big again, but yes. I do need a lift.”

“Ha!”

Lizzy and V knew V’s threat wasn’t genuine. V has never followed through with a threat to Lizzy, but it didn’t matter. Lizzy lifted V and placed her on her shoulder. V gladly sat down and leaned on Lizzy’s neck, blushing lightly as she did so.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I need the warmth. I will literally die without it. This doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.”

Lizzy just chuckled and began walking to her living quarters. . . .

Lizzy arrived and opened the door. Only one other girl arrived and was already sitting on Lizzy’s couch.

Rebecca lazed on Lizzy’s couch waiting for Lizzy to arrive. Once Lizzy did she slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up. Where is everyone else?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Jess is dead, Becky has a virus, and Diane had better things to do.”

“Damn. So just us three, huh?”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lizzy grabbed V off her shoulder and held her in her cupped hands.

“V’s here, even though she’s so tiny.”

V grumbled and crossed her arms while sitting in Lizzy's cupped hands, giving the impression that she was annoyed to be there. Rebecca looked between Lizzy and V. She knew they had a crush on each other, but were unwilling to show it. Rebecca grinned, already formulating plans to get them to confess.

“Alright then. Let's get this party started!”

The girls then went to Lizzy’s room. They started with a few games and a movie. After a few hours, they began to play Truth or Dare. Rebecca knew this was her chance. She just had to set them up perfectly.

Rebecca already had a plan. She had recently learned of vore, and she was going to dare Lizzy to vore v, knowing she wouldn’t do it. Lizzy would then have to confess her feelings for V to explain why she wasn't taking the dare. It was foolproof!

“Okay, that was pretty stupid V. Now then, Lizzy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lizzy said, smugly.

Rebecca grinned. Now was her chance.

“I dare you to vore V!”

Lizzy and V paused. This was unexpected of Rebecca. They both knew what vore was, but they were now thinking that Rebecca was a fan of it.

V laughed while Lizzy blushed. V knew that Lizzy wouldn’t do it, which is why Lizzy’s next words made her oil feel even colder than it already was.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

V jerked her head to face Lizzy, confusion etched on her face.

“Excuse me?”

V yelped as Lizzy’s fingers grabbed her coat hood and lifted her into the air. V kicked and thrashed as Lizzy brought the tiny morsel of a drone to her face.

“It’ll be fine, V. It’s warm in there, I promise.”

Rebecca watched on in horror as Lizzy lifted V above her mouth. Lizzy opened her maw and allowed her warm breath to waft over V, causing the smaller drone to tremble.

“W-wait, Lizzy! C-can’t we talk about this?”

Without a word, Lizzy drops V into her mouth. Lizzy’s jaws snap shut behind V as she felt Lizzy’s soft tongue sink beneath her. V pushed against the roof of Lizzy’s mouth, trying to open her mouth, but Lizzy’s spongy tongue just compressed and sunk more.

Lizzy giggled feeling V wiggle in her mouth. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. Lizzy did a mental countdown and swallowed, pulling V halfway into her throat. Lizzy could feel V’s legs kicking in her throat. It tickled, but Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn’t fail this dare.

On the second swallow, Lizzy's throat completely engulfed V, dragging her down to her stomach. Lizzy traced V’s descent with her finger, feeling her wiggle all the way down. Lizzy turned back to Rebecca, who had wide hollow eyes and was covering her mouth in a mix of horror and shock.

“What?”

“Y-you actually ate her.”

“What, didn’t think I’d do it?”

“Y-yeah? You were supposed to say no and confess your feelings for V. . .”

*Lizzy blushes and averts her gaze. Her arms instinctively cross over her abdomen.

“F-feelings? For V?”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V was panicking. V kicked and thrashed against the soft spongy walls. It was warm and slimy in Lizzy’s tummy. V couldn’t believe that Lizzy had gone through with the dare.

V looked around the space. The pink glow from LEDs hidden in the folds of the walls illuminated the grey walls that V looked around. V was half submerged in a pink glowing liquid that dripped from the walls. The space was soft and warm. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was panicking and in Lizzy’s stomach, V might have enjoyed it. The walls absorbed all of V’s attempts to escape, making V feel trapped and alone.

Lizzy could feel V’s struggles. Lizzy’s smile widened as she turned to Rebecca.

“I can feel her squirming in there!”

“Y-you can? Um. . . Can I feel?”

Lizzy shrugged and lifted her shirt, and guided Rebecca’s hand to her abdomen. To her shock, Rebecca could feel V’s struggles.

“Oh, wow. . . I can feel her. . . Do you mind if I?”

Rebecca lowers her head and presses her ear to Lizzy’s stomach. Lizzy blushed, but didn’t stop her. Lizzy placed a hand on Rebecca’s head, pressing her softly to the soft fabric that separates her and V.

“Wow, I can actually hear her!”

Rebecca raises her head and looks Lizzy in the eyes.

“So, what are you going to do with her now?”

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering,

“I think I’m going to keep her in there for a while. Come on. Let's watch a movie.”

V felt her world rock as Lizzy stood up and started walking. She grunts in frustration with every bounce of Lizzy’s step.

Rebecca and Lizzy make themselves comfortable on the couch and start to watch a movie. It was a cheesy comedy, but neither drone laughed. Both drones kept the movie on for background noise as they pulled out their phones and started to browse social media.

V had remained still for a good few minutes after Lizzy had sat down. She waited for Lizzy to say or do anything, anything to tell her she wasn’t being forgotten. V got tired of waiting and halfway through the film, started to kick and struggle.

Lizzy noticed V’s kicks and placed her hand over her stomach, gently letting V know she wasn’t being forgotten.

V felt Lizzy’s hand over her and sighed in relief. She decided to try and talk to Lizzy and tell her she wanted out.

“Hey, Lizzy? Can you let me out now?”

Lizzy glanced at her stomach from her phone, hearing V’s voice. She let out a single snicker and smiled, shaking her head.

“In a bit, V. Relax, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Lizzy suddenly felt a sharp jab in her abdomen and doubled over, groaning in pain. V had bit Lizzy’s stomach wall. V’s saliva instantly repaired the little damage she caused, but it happened long enough to give Lizzy a little sting.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you out of there! Just chill for a moment!”

Lizzy stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want Rebecca, or god forbid, her dad to see her spit out V.

Lizzy braced herself, leaning on the sink and slowly working her stomach and throat to squeeze and push V up. V rose higher and higher in Lizzy's throat before she deposited her in her mouth.

Lizzy grabbed a towel and spit V out into it. She began to dry V off while the smaller drone grumbled.

“Sorry about that. I guess I kept you waiting too long, huh?”

V shuddered. She was cold again. The slime and saliva coating her cooling off rapidly and making her feel colder.

“Thank robo-god Lizzy is drying me off,” V thought.

Lizzy finished drying off V and she placed the tiny drone on the corner of the counter. She crouched down to be eye level with V, watching her tail swish angrily behind her.

“So, um. . . About eating you. . .”

“Were you going to digest me?”

“What?”

Were. you. going. to. digest. Me?”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I don’t even think I can digest!”

“So why did you keep me in your tummy so long?!”

Lizzy blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did enjoy having V inside her. However, Lizzy decided to tell V the truth.

“I guess I just liked having such a hot and cute girl inside my stomach.”

This time, it was V’s turn to blush. She thought that Lizzy liked it, but she didn’t think she’d actually admit it. V especially didn’t think Lizzy would call her hot or cute.

“Y-you think I’m hot? And cute?”

V and Lizzy averted their eyes while shuffling in place. Both were flustered, and both knew the other was too.

“Yeah. . . I do. . .”

“W-well um. . . I guess you’re also. . . hot and… cute. . .”

Both stood there, averting their gaze and occasionally glancing back at the other, not saying a word.

“Do you want to. . .”

“Make this official?”

Lizzy and V stared into each other's eyes, trying to see if the other was faking or wasn’t willing, but finding no unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

Lizzy offered her hand for V to climb on, which the tiny disassembler accepted. V quickly climbed onto Lizzy’s hand and sat down. Lizzy lifted V to her face and stood up.

“S-so, how about a quick little. . .”

“Okay. . .”

Lizzy brought V up to her mouth but this time, instead of Lizzy’s lips parting, they puckered out, just like V’s. Lizzy planted her lips on V’s face and the drones kissed. V tried to do the same, but it was a little awkward with Lizzy’s libs engulfing V’s entire face.

The two pulled apart and looked at each other with prominent blushes on both of their faces. They were both quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Better wait for you to get big again before doing that again, huh?”

“Agreed!”

They both relaxed and looked into each other's eyes, smiling warmly. Lizzy glanced away for a second to consider her next words. She had a question for V, but she didn’t know how she would feel about it. Lizzy sighed and decided to continue with it anyway.

“So. . . What was it like… inside my stomach?”

V paused. She took on a thoughtful gaze, trying to think of a response.

“It was… nice. It was very warm and soft. . . I liked it. . .”

V was blushing in embarrassment once she finished her statement.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it was nice having you in there. It felt like I was protecting you. I liked having you close like that. . .”

“Would you like to… do that again?” Lizzy whispered under her breath, but V could still hear.

“I um. . . Yes. . .”

Lizzy’s eyes lit up and she smiled, feeling excited. Lizzy was almost shaking in excitement while staring at V, lovingly.

“Honestly though, I’ve heard of this thing called ‘fearplay.’ Would you like to try it out?”

“Whatever floats your boat, hun.”

Lizzy felt like she was melting with how flustered she was at V’s statement. She quickly calmed herself and her tone shifted to better fit the fearplay she was about to perform.

“Okay then. Get ready V.”

Lizzy looked down at V with a wide hungry grin, showing off all her teeth.

“Well, look what we have here. A delectable little treat!”

V giggled and feigned fear.

“Oh no! A big scary monster!”

Lizzy laughed evilly and brought V closer to her jaws.

“Oh yes, I am a big scary monster! And I’m going to eat you!”

“Please don’t eat me!”

Lizzy lowers V and lifts her shirt, exposing her abdomen. She presses V against her stomach and plays a gurgle sound effect.

“I’m gonna eat you. You’re going to go in here! Can you hear it calling for you? Yes, I can tell you’re going to be delicious indeed!”

Lizzy lifts V back to her mouth, opening wide and revealing the dark warm cavern. V can see the little heart-shaped pink LED in the back of Lizzy’s mouth just under her uvula. Pink glowing saliva drips from Lizzy’s mouth, drooling on the poor helpless V.

“I’m gonna eat you, and I’m going to enjoy feeling you struggle helplessly!”

Before V can respond, Lizzy shoves her into her mouth, only V’s tail sticks out of Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy flicks her tongue out and licks the little vial and stinger before slurping it inside. Lizzy manipulates her tongue to turn V around to swallow her pegs first.

Lizzy braces and swallows hard, swallowing V in one gulp. Lizzy licks her lips and pats her stomach affectionately.

“Good luck, morsel! And squirm while you still can!”

Lizzy laughs again before calming down and shifting back to her normal self.

“How was that, V?”

“You definitely need some help! But not bad for your first try!”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V shuffles up to one of the stomach walls, getting comfortable in the soft warm space. V smiled, feeling safe and protected despite Lizzy’s earlier words. She knew it was just pretend, so why worry? V closed her eyes and started to enter sleep mode.

Lizzy rubs her abdomen one more time before walking out of the bathroom and joining Rebecca on the couch. The movie was still playing and Rebecca looked up from her phone, turning her head to Lizzy.

“So, how’d it go? And where’s V?”

Lizzy smiled and patted her stomach.

“Let’s just say, your plan to get us to confess our feelings for each other worked.”

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The tension inside the stadium was at its peak, Misty could almost smell the anticipation radiating from the audience. She tried her best not to look at the audience, or even towards the big scoreboard in the middle. Still, it was difficult for her not to shield her eyes with an arm and turn her face away from the battle before her when Nessa’s Drednaw shrunk back into its original form after Dynamaxing. Her own Starmie’s Dynamax had worn off one turn ago, which had caused a great deal of damage to her Pokemon as it avoided making contact with the opposing Drednaw’s Max Ooze by continuously spinning in the air. Now that the stadium had returned to normal, Starmie landed on one of its pointy spokes and attempted to stand tall with its back facing Misty.

She could see that her Starmie was shivering, putting every ounce of her energy into standing straight and holding it together so Misty wouldn’t lose the battle. She curled up her fists at her side till her knuckles went white, the image of the scoreboard flashed into her mind as she closed her eyes to take a deep breath, both Nessa and she were down to their last Pokemon, it could have been anyone’s win but seeing the difference in their stamina, she knew that chances of Starmie fainting first were higher.

When she opened her eyes again, she was taken aback by how Starmie had turned to face her. The glow of its ruby coloured jewel had almost diminished, and though Misty was teased a lot about how Starmie and Staryu didn’t have faces, she could still understand exactly what her Pokemon was trying to tell her. But she pursed her lips at the sight, how could she let Starmie continue to battle in its current state? She wasn’t the kind of trainer who let their Pokemon battle through exhaustion, it just felt so wrong to her. Her hand at her side twitched, she had half a mind to pull out her Pokeball and recall Starmie, forfeit the battle before her Pokemon suffered any severe injuries. But it was the look on Starmie’s face that held her back. Once her Pokemon noticed that Misty had understood what it was trying to say, it proudly turned around and faced the opponent.

She couldn’t however, look at Nessa or Drednaw just yet. Her cerulean eyes wandered towards the scoreboard again, if Starmie somehow pulled through this, Misty would become the first trainer to win the newly inaugurated Water Pokemon Championships. This whole month she had spent every waking second training and battling and winning, just to get that title of the best Water Pokemon Trainer, something she had dreamed about for all her life. Could she, however, be satisfied with the win if Starmie would have to be rushed to the emergency room right after? Or worse, what if she risked her Pokemon’s health and still didn’t win?

Misty swallowed the lump in her throat, she could feel the entire stadium watching her, even Nessa’s blue eyes were piercing into her skin, waiting for her to make the next move as the honourable trainer that she was. The silence all around consumed Misty and her knees shook, suddenly unable to hold up her weight and the weight of all the thoughts that circled in her mind, should she give up, should she continue to battle, was Starmie okay, will she be able to make the right choice?

She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and let out a scream, if she couldn’t even make up her mind over something like this, did she even deserve to win?

Feeling lost and confused, Misty’s eyes searched the stands for a familiar face and it didn’t take her too long to find him.

Ash was sitting in the second row from the front, not too far from where she was standing on the battleground. He had been observing Starmie too but when their eyes met, Misty felt a new surge of energy rush into her veins. He didn’t smile, he didn’t give her an encouraging nod, and he didn’t even look like he wanted to cheer her on. No, Ash’s face was lit up with the intensity of a raging fire, one that wanted to be at the centre of the ring and wouldn’t be contained until it got what it wanted. His jaw was set and his brown eyes bore into her, as if to say that if Misty didn’t see this battle through, he’d come down from the stands to finish it himself.

In a daze, she lifted a hand to touch the Cascade badge pinned to the hair tie holding her hair up in her trademark lopsided ponytail. Just before she’d taken her place in the arena, Ash had come to wish her luck one last time. He’d stood across her with his sunshine smile lighting up the dark corridor that opened up to the battleground.

“Nessa’s going to think you’re about to step into the ring yourself with that Gyarados face you’ve got on right now,” Ash laughed, poking her cheek with a finger, possibly in an attempt to get her to loosen up.

“Not funny, Ash. Now’s not the time to crack silly jokes, okay?” Misty muttered though she didn’t fight him off when he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her forward, resting his forehead against hers.

“Relax, Mist.”

That’s all he said, but the two words worked like a charm. As they stood in silence Misty felt her heartbeat slow down in sync with Ash’s calm breathing.

She allowed her body to bask under his gentle warmth, the muscles in her back relaxing and her jaw unclenching on its own as only the sound of Ash’s deep breaths reverberated around them. Once he understood that she would not try to wiggle out of his grasp, he let his hands fall to her shoulders, gripping them with just the right amount of strength. Lifting his head he pressed it against her side, tickling her cheeks with his nose as his eyelashes fluttered across her skin, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses that made her lips long for some company too. It was when she started to get comfortable that he moved again, taking a step back to shift behind her and wrap his hands around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder so they could stand cheek to cheek.

She didn’t quite know how long they stood together like that, time had seemed to stop as a favour to her, but when Ash pulled away, she felt like a different person altogether.

He grinned at the sight of her, rubbing the tip of his nose with a finger proudly, he asked “Feeling better?”

Misty nodded, though she’d felt the anxiety over the upcoming match vanish from her body and mind after Ash’s help, her voice still needed some time to reform.

“Better enough for me to crack a joke about how you now look like a spaced out Psyduck?”

“Ash Ketchum, why I ought to-”

And her voice was back in full swing, any nervous feelings about what awaited her out in the arena now a distant whisper as her whole body buzzed with newfound energy and excitement, looking forward to face reality instead. Ash dodged the light punch she threw in his direction, easily grabbing her fist with his hand he lowered it to pry open her fingers one by one. Misty was confused by this but in the next moment she let out a small gasp, as he had dropped a shiny object in her open palm, one she didn’t expect to see in this moment.

“Is this…?” Her voice trailed off, though she knew Ash understood her question nonetheless.

“Yep. The badge you thought I didn’t deserve,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle considering the sensitive topic.

Misty couldn’t believe it but when she touched the badge, the cold surface sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of that interrupted battle and Ash’s unrelenting determination.

“It looks just the same as it did that day,” she whispered, in awe of how its blue coating had survived so many years without a single scratch.

“Of course it does! I take good care of all my badges and trophies.”

She didn’t need to look up at Ash to know that his nose was pointed a few centimetres higher with how smug he sounded. Slowly, a calm smile spread across her face, though she did not understand yet what Ash was aiming to achieve by handing her this today, just thinking about their days travelling together as kids made her feel content with the present and hopeful for the future. When she finally raised her eyes to thank him for this sweet gesture, Ash did not let a single moment pass without taking her by surprise. With her hand still resting on top of his palm, he raised it slightly, bending his head to plant a kiss on top of the badge. His lips tickled her skin for just a brief moment but it was enough to colour her cheeks with a deep blush. After pulling back, Ash grinned at the shy pout that had overtaken her face naturally, he took the badge from her hand and carefully attached it to her hair tie, stepping back afterwards to let her know that she was free to go.

“For good luck,” he said, gesturing towards the badge with his warm eyes.

“Thank you.”

Misty nodded, inhaling a deep breath and taking one last look at Ash’s encouraging smile, she turned her back to him, heading out into the battleground with loud cheers welcoming both her and Nessa. Just before she fished out her first Pokeball, she took a moment to touch the badge affixed to her hair and allowed the magic of Ash’s good luck charm to flow through her. She knew that the sensation of his lips had by then faded but she still bought the fingers that had glazed across the badge to her lips, preserving the vanishing essence of Ash’s kiss even for a fleeting moment…

And that was all the motivation she needed to pull herself together.

This match was going to be her victory.

Misty straightened up her back and uncurled her fists, raising one arm in front of her as she prepared to order Starmie. The move she had thought of was something Starmie had attempted to learn just for the sake of this tournament, but their training had not proved as effective as Misty hoped. To use that move in such a stressful and decisive moment made her feel worried for her Pokemon’s state of mind, but remembering how Starmie had stood tall against her doubts just moments ago, Misty stilled her nervously beating heart with a deep breath.

“Starmie, use Power Gem and Rapid Spin, at the same time!”

It was reckless, but Misty had watched Ash’s Pokemon pull off similar moves multiple times so she had faith that Starmie would catch onto her wishes.

As if eager to prove her trainer right, Starmie wasted no time in reacting to the command. Any doubts about whether the move would be successful or not were wiped from Misty’s mind as Starmie took centre stage with a reignited vigour. The ruby gem at its centre began to glow and soon it had turned into a blinding shade of white before it burst into beams of light spreading out like tendrils all around the stadium. A collective gasp could be heard from around the audience but Misty paid it no heed, only keeping her concentration fixed on the battle in front of her. As soon as Starmie started to spin, she didn’t need to be aware of her surroundings to know that silence had enveloped the stadium at the beautiful sight that Starmie painted with its skilful enactment of Misty’s idea.

The particles of light that Power Gem created were now falling all across the arena, no matter where Nessa ordered her Drednaw to run, there was either a shard of rock waiting to land on his head or a ray of dazzling light ready to obscure his vision. Nessa was shouting for Drednaw to stay calm amidst the chaos of Starmie’s Power Gem raining down upon the arena, but it was too late, the shell-backed Pokemon was already confused. Coupled with the exhaustion that Dyanamxing brings along with it, Drednaw’s movements became slower and it didn’t take too long for it to start getting hit by Power Gem’s effects.

Misty watched the scene with a mental countdown playing in her head, she had to wait for the right moment to give out the next command, which she knew would be the last move Starmie could pull off after exerting over this grand display of its hidden move. Misty followed every move that Drednaw made attentively, making sure her eyes didn’t even pause to blink. Just a little bit longer, she thought to herself and hoped that her words reached Starmie, just a little bit more and then this match would be over.

“Drednaw, get a hold of yourself!” Nessa’s sharp voice cut through the noise of the Power Gem shower.

The instruction reached Drednaw as it found itself a place to take cover from the falling rocks and stopped running around in a frenzy. Nessa’s relieved sigh was loud enough for Misty to hear and she decided, that this was it, the moment she’d been waiting for.

“Starmie, my steady-” To Misty’s delight, her Pokemon reacted instantly and halted its spin mid-air, ready to switch gears to the next move without hesitation, so she obliged and shouted with all her might, “Use tackle!”

“Drednaw, get up and dodge!” Nessa countered through an equally loud shout.

With whatever strength they had left, the two Pokemon eagerly obeyed the commands issued to them by their trainers. Drednaw stood on his hinds, raising his front paws with the hope that it would help stop Starmie’s descent in its tracks. But perhaps the will to prove itself was stronger on Starmie’s side as it did not let the opponent’s stance deter her and flew with all its strength and tenacity towards Drednaw’s belly, avoiding the onslaught of his paws altogether to land a critical hit. Drednaw wobbled uncontrollably from the impact before finally losing his footing, its hind legs tripping on the remnants of Power Gem to make him fall flat on his back.

As Drednaw struggled to get back on its feet only the encouraging shouts from Nessa reverberated across the stadium. Drednaw flailed about for a few tense seconds before it allowed fatigue to take over and went limp, leaving Starmie standing tall above it.

The Drone Rotom flew in to take a closer look at the situation, announcing to the stadium that Drednaw was unable to battle.

The loud cheer that erupted pretty much drowned everything else that the Rotom announced and it took Misty a few seconds to realise that she had won. It was Starmie’s blinking gem that alerted her, she ran forward to hug her battle worn Pokemon, falling to her knees as Starmie returned her embrace to the best of its ability. Even if Starmie lacked the features to smile, Misty could tell from the energy it reverberated that it was celebrating their triumph with a lot of joy.

She could still hear the clapping sounds echoing across the stadium but before she faced her supporters, Misty locked eyes with Nessa, who was helping Drednaw get back to his feet right across her. There was a look of admiration exchanged between them and she felt her eyes sting with tears the moment Nessa recalled Drednaw and turned her back to Misty. She was beyond elated that she had won, but as someone who looked up to everything which Ness had accomplished as a Water Pokemon Trainer, her heart ached to watch the veil of disappointment cover her striking blue eyes. Maybe a few days later, when the fever of the match would’ve died down, she would treat Nessa to a nice meal or perhaps a girl’s day out with her sisters in Cerulean.

While she was still in a daze, the blue Drone Rotom hovered over her, announcing urgently that they needed to clear the arena for the prize ceremony. Misty flushed at its scolding tone and quickly put Starmie back in its Pokeball, getting to her feet, she faced the crowd once, bowing lightly to acknowledge their praises and applaud. Her eyes caught Ash standing up and clapping hard, his whole face covered in an ear-to-ear grin. With a sudden burst of bravery, Misty blew a little kiss in his direction, hoping that she was quick enough with the gesture to avoid it being captured by the many flashing cameras in the crowd.

Despite the distance between them, she noticed the glint in Ash’s cocoa eyes when he winked back at her in response to the kiss. She knew that expression on his face well, the boyish excitement to battle someone strong was something he still held onto. She wanted to roll her eyes at the thought of him pestering her for a match as soon as the ceremony was over but found herself chuckling at the giddy look on his face. Maybe it was for the better if some things about him never changed, it helped keep her feet on the ground when she needed it the most.

~

To Misty’s surprise, the part that came after winning a tournament seemed much more hectic than the battles themselves. She was going to pull Ash’s ears when- if she saw him later, for not warning her about all the interviews, the photo ops, customary greetings with notable league members and several other things that followed after she accepted the winner’s trophy. She wanted a moment to check up on her recovering Pokemon, who had been taken to the Pokemon Centre voluntarily by Brock, but every time she decided to make an exit someone was waiting to ambush her midway.

The sky was blanketed with the dark curtain of dusk by the time she was able to make her escape from the stadium. Even at the Pokemon Centre, it took her a while to get through the throng of people who came up to congratulate her before she could get to Nurse Joy’s desk. Thanks to Brock bringing her Pokemon in at the right time, and even staying back to attend to them, her team was recovering well and it was only when she could make sure of that, that it finally felt like the day was over.

She crept out of the room gracefully, not wanting to disturb the well deserved rest her team was getting at last. After making sure that the door’s lock clicked as quietly as possible when she shut it, Misty was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Deciding to head straight back to her hotel room so she too could soak herself in a relaxing warm bath before crashing for eternity on the fluffy bed, she closed her eyes for a second to imagine the peaceful sight, and at that moment someone snaked a pair of arms around her waist and dragged her into a closed space.

Misty opened her eyes to the dingy look of a supplies closet. Annoyed that her peaceful vision of a relaxing bath and nap was disturbed by this, she prepared to elbow her kidnapper, despite recognising the heartbeat currently drumming against her back.

“Finally!” Ash sighed into her ear as he kissed her cheek and went on to nuzzle her neck.

“I missed you too, but can this wait until we get to the hotel?”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Ash said as he left a flurry of kisses across her shoulder, making it difficult for Misty to argue back, “I’m mad at you, ya know? For ignoring me all day long.”

“I’m mad at you!” Misty murmured, her voice unable to bring forth her annoyance as she allowed her body to melt under Ash’s touch. “You didn’t warn me about what the aftermath of a win is like.”

“You think I ever have the patience to do all of that?” Ash laughed right into her ear, sending an electrifying shiver down her spine, “I just call Dragonite or Charizard and fly away at the speed of light.”

With some difficulty Misty managed to wiggle out of his grasp so she could turn to face him with her best glare, considering the situation. Her effort to stay angry was wasted of course, because the minute she got a glimpse of his face, she too understood the feeling of impatience Ash was struggling with. She raised her arms to loop them around his neck and without wasting a moment Ash leaned in to kiss her, resting one hand on the small of her back as the other moved up to caress her cheek.

“Congratulations, by the way, you were amazing out there.”

He broke the kiss for a moment to mumble in a raspy voice and Misty nodded in a daze, still relishing the taste of his tongue against her own. She moved forward to rest her forehead on his chest, feeling comforted by the heightened pace of his heartbeat. Remembering the wink and the smile he’d given her back at the stadium, she realised that the excitement he was feeling right now wasn’t just because of their kiss, but the expectation over what would follow. She sighed contently against him, hoping that he would understand how tired she was today and postpone the challenge until tomorrow.

“I know you waited all day for this, Ash. But do you think we can push our Pokemon battle to tomorrow afternoon? I’m very tired and I want to-” Misty stopped talking when she realised that Ash was shaking, she raised her head to find him struggling to hold back his laugh which made her furrow her brows in confusion, “What’s so funny?”

“Our battle? What battle?” He asked, sporting a confused look quite similar to her own.

“You don’t want to battle me?” Misty threw another question back at him, taking just one step back so there was some distance between them but still kept her arms hanging around his neck.

“I mean, sure, I’d never say no to a battle but why did you think that’s what I’ve been waiting for all day?”

Ash was now peering into her face curiously as if trying to understand what was going on inside her head, which made her feel sort of embarrassed and she blushed under his gaze. She remembered very clearly, the look on his face when she’d sent a flying kiss in his direction. His eyes were burning with an indescribable passion, his smile was bright enough to light up the night sky, and his whole face screamed that he couldn’t wait to get down in that arena and face off against her...or did she make a mistake in understanding what he wanted?

“When I won, you looked more excited than happy, like you usually do when you find a strong opponent you want to battle against,” Misty explained herself, now feeling grateful that the dingy lighting of the closet was probably helping hide the colour in her cheeks as she looked away to dodge his questioning eyes.

Once again she felt him laugh and his loud voice rang all around them like a blaring alarm. Now feeling her whole face turn red over his reaction, Misty managed to pull her arms away and stepped out of Ash’s grasp, fixing him with a glare she cried out, “Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just- it’s just that-” Ash tried to catch his breath but every time he began to speak he guffawed again, leaning against the shelf behind him to support himself so he wouldn’t end up on his knees, “You may have won the match today, but you’re way off the mark with this, Mist.”

“I’ve known you for so long Ash Ketchum, I know when you’re in the mood to battle!” Doubling down on her take was probably not the right thing to do considering how hard Ash was laughing at her, but she felt exhausted over the day she’d had so it wasn’t a surprise that she couldn’t think straight anymore.

“I suppose, back when we were kids, that’s what that look meant.” Ash finally settled down, wiping a lone tear from his eye as he moved forward to take her in his arms again, not giving her the chance to resist as he tightly wrapped his hands around her and pressed his forehead to hers, “But I’m almost 18 now Misty, I have other needs.” His breath brushed past her lips as he spoke and she felt her toes curl inside her shoes at the sensation.

It was hard to feel embarrassed over her mistake when Ash kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered. The exhaustion that she’d carried with her after the win vanished into thin air when he threaded his fingers through her hair, undoing her ponytail to let her hair fall across her shoulders. When he pushed deeper into the kiss, she stumbled backwards, unable to match his level of urgency and need. Her back hit another shelf and that helped her regain her senses enough to break away from the kiss for a moment.

Ash’s eyebrows wrinkled together in annoyance at her actions but Misty only smiled teasingly up at him, resting a finger against his pouting lips, she tilted her head to one side, her voice barely a tone above a whisper but just enticing enough to make Ash’s cheeks flush with red for a change.

“Do you think, your big boy needs can be met in a comfy hotel bed instead?”

[soulscrying]

keqing - character study #2:

infatuation

The imperial ballroom teems with life, a reflection of ten thousand years past. Patrons of varying degrees from varying corners of Teyvat dance and mingle and laugh with one another. Eighteen year old Keqing barely manages to navigate the venue without bumping into this socialite or that diplomat. Just a moment ago, she’d narrowly avoided reuniting with one extremely persistent Inazuman suitor.

A royal marriage between two nations should be reason enough to celebrate, and so earlier that evening, she'd smothered every instinct in her screaming that there is more to be done, that amidst the global threat issued by the Abyss Order, it’s foolish for thousands to gather together in one location unguarded. 

After her maids’ insistence that yes, her eyeliner was even, Keqing shed her training gear and exchanged her sword for a flimsy folding fan. One hastily fashioned bun later and she’s donned the only dress remaining in her closet (the others, she explained to her mother, had “shrunk in the wash”). It’s flamboyant in color and design, and the corset accentuates her hips a little too much, but otherwise, it's only mildly intolerable. All she needs to do is pick up her feet.

Unfortunately, the edges of her skirt insist on skimming the floor, even three hours later. She disposes of her fan to better gather the dress’ fabric, raising it a hairsbreadth as she begins her fourth round around the room.

A nod, a smile, a simple hello to those she recognizes and those she doesn’t. She should dance at one point, she supposes, but her Liyuen entourage is nowhere to be seen, lost among the crowd or perhaps having escaped the pretentious atmosphere to loiter elsewhere. She itches to join them. It’d been quite some time since they’d all properly caught up with one another. Noya’s face would light up, Mai and Yi would scramble to cover up whatever it is they’re up to (because surely they are up to something, as always), and even Jia might smile, though she’s still …behaving oddly — not quite herself.

She catches a flash of white in her periphery.

Keqing’s breath hitches. Only a few feet away, just barely blocked by a circle of gathered civilians, stands a tall, inconceivably attractive youth — a glass of dandelion wine at hand, head dipped low, listening to a young girl enthusiastically relay a story. A lock of white hair curls against the sharp line of their jaw. Their formal ensemble leaves much to be desired, if one could even consider it “formal” to begin with … though in a way, she found the dark leather waistcoat and distressed trousers charming in a “diamond in the rough” manner.

It hardly occurs to her how long she’s been staring … that is, until the young girl beside them gestures in her direction with a wave. The youth turns to look over their shoulder, eyes widening marginally when their gazes meet.

It takes every ounce of dignified strength to refrain from squeaking and fleeing, and to instead, force a smile upon her face. Keqing returns the wave with one of her own as she (reluctantly) makes her way towards them.

When they’re all standing face-to-face, she clasps her hands low before her, offering them both a bow.

“How are you enjoying the festivities?”

The young girl grins, dimples adorning her cheeks. “Everything’s great! Me and my friends were dancing earlier, but we’re taking a small break.”

“I’ve only arrived a bit ago,” the taller youth claims, glancing at her. Their answering smile to an outsider would appear poised and warm, diplomatic to the fullest, but Keqing believes she knows them — the kind of person they truly are — almost as if she’s witnessed them with their head thrown back, shoulders shaking with laughter. She feels that she could catalogue the curve of their smile while differentiating it from the look they are currently giving her. Her throat closes as she acknowledges their statement with a nod. When a waitress passes them by cradling a platter of drinks, she snags a cup for herself.

The young girl – she hadn’t thought to ask her name, and by now it’s too late, isn’t it – continues on with a story about traveling out of Natlan for the first time in her lifetime, and how her friends and she reacted to Liyue’s majestic mountain ranges and emerald green grass fields. It’s exactly the sort of story she loves, but the warmth of her taller companion at her side is far too much.

A few minutes later, the young girl waves off into the crowd. “There’s my sister! It was an honor to speak to you both.” And then, she’s off and it’s just the two of them, standing in the middle of the chattering crowd, separate hands clenching lukewarm glasses with a strength just shy of shattering them.

But Keqing is a diplomat, above all else.

(Actually, she is her father’s “daughter”, above all else … someone with trembling hands and a softening heart that wants to wax poetics about the line of this stranger’s shoulders and the soft of their hair.)

She clears her throat. “Keqing.”

“Yves.” They glance down at their glass, swirling the liquid. “Has anyone ever mentioned that this drink is … repulsive?”

“No, not that I’m aware of.”

To her astonishment, they chuckle. “It seems that I’m the outlier, then.”

Her lips twitch into another smile — a more relaxed one. “It’s apparently a treasured specialty of Mondstadt's. And here I thought I was the only one here who isn’t fond of it.”

“That makes two outliers then. Lucky us.” Yves’ eyes crinkle at the ends. Their smile softens, and Keqing notices a hint of fangs jutting out in between their lips. Her hand sweats around the stem of her glass.

“Yes, well…” She falters, an urgent tingling in her chest. The smile she’d worn so gracefully suddenly falls slack. “I should — I should get going. My friends … they’re waiting for me someplace else.” Keqing stumbles as she steps away from the other, her heels caught on the ends of her too-long, too-extravagant dress. “I hope you continue to enjoy yourself.”

There’s a glimmer of something in their eyes, but they’re quick to mask it. They nod, and she nods back, coercing her expression into something cordial.

She then turns to leave, careful to avoid losing her sense of balance (again), when Yves says, “Keqing?”

She pauses, looking over her shoulder. “Yes?”

They smile. This time, the expression borders unfamiliar, tinged with a hint of emotion she has definitely felt, but can’t put a name to. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

[reap-the-game]

So let's talk about Gia's private bits for a moment! In somewhat graphic detail. Enjoy.

As established, Gia has been castrated, a recurring theme across his mainverse and AUs. It might've started as a runaway thought at two in the morning one night when I was trying to sleep, but I spent the next two hours of that night obsessing over the possibility of making it a part of his character. I just needed to first learn up on what exact effects it would have on him to determine if those were something I'd like to inflict on him.

In the end I did indeed opt to make it a part of him, and it very quickly grew into an important part of his character, hence why it's the case for pretty much all of his versions (Rodonia is the only exception so far).

As for how much has been removed, I eventually opted to go with only his scrotum and testicles having been cut off, because the removal of the entire penis often leads to incontinence. I would've preferred the appearance a complete castration leaves behind, but I have some kindness in me at times, and his lore wise I could give that as a believable reason for why his penis would've been left in peace despite it being not as aesthetically desirable ICly either.

But of course cutting off someone's balls is going to mess up their hormones, and that's where Gia's woes begin. He had already reached his final height at the time of his castration so he hasn't grown unusually tall, and I'm willfully ignoring the proneness to osteoporosis he should have now, as well as the growth of breast tissue. This is still fiction and he's still a fantasy character so ultimately I get to do what I want, after all.

The effects I did give him include erectile dysfunction, low sex drive, shrunk prostate, reduced body hair, reduced muscle mass and harder time building muscle, as well as disposition changes.

So, he's quite slim and couldn't grow a beard even if he wanted to. That's pretty harmless. He's also calmer and less prone to being confrontational or aggressive than he used to be. The world just looks a bit different now than it did then, through his eyes.

BUT THE DICK. Originally I only gave him trouble getting aroused and gaining an erection, which he's not incapable of, it's just difficult and takes more doing than he's usually ready for. You ever just really not in the mood for sex? That's the perpetual state of his libido. Erections are behind effort, so is actually reaching an orgasm, and even when he does come, it's mostly dry going. His rampant disinclination to engage in sexual activities no matter how often he still does so has less to do with that, though, and more to do with the sheer amounts of sex related trauma he has, because Gia might lack the physical urge for sex almost entirely, but when done right, sex still doesn't feel bad to him and with the right partner he enjoys the emotional intimacy aspect of it very much.

When done right.

But as I learned today, there's also doing it too right, because it turns out! Yes, a penis will atrophy if you don't use it. Normally men get random erections which serves the purpose of keeping it spry, at night and whatnot, but Gia doesn't. The "lover" he had for most of his life also entirely ignored his penis, and with Gia himself having no sex drive to speak of he wasn't going to do anything with it alone either, so it just. Hasn't seen much use.

As you can imagine, then, the rampant disuse has led to it shrinking pretty badly. And what will that atrophy lead to? Painful erections! Like, very painful.

So, yes, sex feels nice, but only when he doesn't get aroused enough to get an erection. The way to combat the atrophying would of course be to just use it, but that circles back to how difficult getting an erection is for him to begin with.

Basically can't win if you're him. He's still going to seek out sex for emotional reasons, but it's a bit of balancing act on the physical front to avoid any unnecessary unpleasantness.

Out here reading research papers on the effects of castration and mtf hormone therapy because I must have semi-realistic portrayal of these things dammit. Did you know a penis will atrophy if it’s not used? Now you do.

(Brought to you by me modding the balls off Gia’s NSFW model and having some Doubts and Questions regarding his dick size at the end of it.)

((Also love having friends who will google this stuff with me the moment I bring it up ‘cause we’re all the curious sort.))

[ashwhowrites]

okay this but like the roles are reversed.

Oh definitely

Eddie hated people

Just that plain and simple

He'd easily ignore anyone that talked to him

That included teachers

He'd glare if anyone even looked in his direction

The very few people he tolerated still got told to shut the fuck up

He still hated them, just a little bit less

But the one person Eddie absolutely could and would never hate

Was his quiet and shy girlfriend

He adored the way she giggled behind her hands he yelled at someone

Or how she always looked so lost with her big eyes

She was sweet and nice

Way too kind for the people they were forced to share a world with

She got taken advantage of

So Eddie made sure that ended real fast

When anyone had the nerve to even talk to her

Eddie was glaring over her shoulder

A glare that no one felt comfortable with it on them

Y/N never understood why people would say hi, look behind her and run

"Eddie. Why do people keep doing that?"

"I don't maybe. Let's go get ice cream"

If anyone said one mean word to her

He was already screaming

If it was a boy, easily having him shoved against the wall

If it was a girl, well he made sure to look as tall as possible as he stared down at her

Refusing to blink, watching fear circle around in their eyes

He doesn't handle people getting her shit wrong well either

It was her birthday dinner

She sat gorgeous in a new dress

Hair and make up done

So excited for her pasta dish- extra sauce and extra spice

Eddie laughed as she danced in her seat

Just patiently waiting and waiting

When it arrived she digged in quick

Quickly realizing the pasta was not what she ordered

She didn't want Eddie to freak out so she tried to choke it down

Eddie watched as she slowly munched on her dinner

"sweetheart?" He asked lightly

"yes?" She squeaked. Drowning the taste of the fishy pasta down her throat

"it's fish isn't it? Not the chicken?" He asked, trying to lean over the table to see her plate

She quickly pushed the plate closer to her

"no it's chicken!"

"no it's not"

Seconds later the waiter asked if everything was alright

"oh yes"

"no"

They both looked at each other

She kicked his leg under the table

"she doesn't like fish, and asked for chicken. Can she please get another one?"

She smiled proudly as he used his manners

Usually he jumps straight down the person's throat

"I'm sorry but Im pretty sure she asked for fish"

"I'll eat it. Baby it's fine" she said. Already panicking as the waiter decided to argue with Eddie

"I'm sorry but I think I know my girlfriend and her order a lot better than you. So she'll take chicken" Eddie growled picking up her plate and handing it to the waiter

"she already ate some of it"

"who gives a fuck? She ATE it and realized IT WASN'T WHAT SHE ORDERED!"

One thing Dustin found hilarious was how fast he changed around her

"GARETH KINDLY SHUT YOUR MOUTH" Eddie screamed, pounding on the table

"Eddie let's calm down" Mike tried to say

"WHEELER I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN"

Mike shrunk in his chair

Gareth was dead silent

The atmosphere was so thick

Then she came bouncing in with a huge smile

Dropping the second she saw everyone's attitude

"something wrong?" She asked

"absolutely not baby. Come here" Eddie's tone switch 180°

His voice was soft and no trace of annoyance whatsoever

She cuddled in his lap

But it wasn't long until he was getting heated again

"DUSTIN ROLL THE FUCKING DICE. I DON'T HAVE ALL GOODMAN DAY!"

"Eddie baby let's calm down"

"okay"

Eddie sat silent and took deep breaths

Kissing the back of her neck as she played with his rings

Apologizing to Dustin for his harsh words and continued the game

"wait when I say it you want to murder me and she gets a "okay baby. Anything for you? " Mike mocked

A deadly glare sent in his direction caused him to shut up real quick

Eddie hated people

But he definitely didn't hate her

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: 𝔒𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞 (𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔗𝔴𝔬)

Mr. Pigeon gets defeated.

You swim in shit water.

Warnings: mentions of blood and minor injury (cuts).

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Pigeons…pigeons everywhere.

     Before Ladybug had saved you, you had been running away from pigeons. You weren't even sure you were going to see the small birds the same after this. 

    You recognized what kind of akuma this was, it had to be Mr. Pigeon, he was always the reason behind Paris' strange pigeon problems.

   But this time, things were different. The pigeons were tall and slender, feathers stiff and uncomfortable to look at. They looked like they had been stabbed into the pigeon rather than them naturally growing out of them. 

    And they were aggressive. 

    Extremely aggressive.

   The second they found someone, they swarmed them. The victim would fall to their knees, with a lost look on their face, before turning into one of them. 

    Mr. Pigeon had never been a threatening or intimidating villain before, so you were struggling to understand where this new edge came from.

    And while you were grateful for Ladybug saving you from those cursed birds, she made one small mistake; she left you on a roof…in the wide open…while the pigeons were still flying around. 

   You shrunk in on yourself, hoping that they would leave you alone, your eyes following any pigeon that flew a little too close to you. 

   You jumped when you felt a burning sensation on your leg. You slowly looked down at it to see blood trickling down your shin. You raised a brow, 'How did I get this?' You grabbed your shin and inspected it. 

    A clean cut. 

    Before you could continue to question it, your upper left arm burned, followed by the sound of a soft coo. 

  No…please no..

    Reluctantly, you looked up. 

    Pigeons. 

    Circling you. 

    You didn't even think pigeons did that, yet here you were.

    One let out another coo before darting straight for you. You ducked, the pigeons' sharp beak scraping your cheek. In that moment you couldn't help but wonder what you did to deserve to be put in this position.

    More quickly followed, rapidly flying around your figure, cutting you in the process. Surrounded in a pigeon flurry, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground.

    'Mon Dieu, are they flying away with me?!'

    You struggled, trying to pull yourself out. Angry beaks poked at your side and tugged at your clothing. No matter how hard you fought, they pulled you away into the sky and flew off. 

   Your heart pounded in your chest and you had to remind yourself to breathe. Ever since Hawkmoth had come around, things had been weird but…this was a whole different kind of weird. 

    You stopped struggling, realizing that if you had succeeded in your efforts, you would fall to your demise. Whether you liked it or not (which you didn't), your safest option was to let the deranged birds whisk you away.

    You couldn't see where you were going, only being able to see small glimpses through the gaps the pigeons neglected to cover in your bird bubble. 

   Your vision finally cleared as the birds set you down on a grassy plain. A park, it seemed like. 

   There he was, in all his pigeon glory, Mr. Pigeon… except he looked…miserable. 

   His costume's colors looked washed down, the once vibrant colors now toned down, and his face…he looked so sad.

    A butterfly outline framed his face, "Hawkmoth…is any of this necessary?" 

   You watched curiously, trying to get a sense of the situation. This was all wrong. Usually, Mr. Pigeon was excited to terrorize Paris with his birds. What happened?

   "Yes…I understand." He frowned before turning to you.

   You gulped.

   Ladybug's plan was working, no surprise there.

   Chat Noir clutched onto his hand full of claque-doigts, remembering her words.

   "There's no doubt that Mr. Pigeon is guarding himself."

   He looked up, seeing Mr. Pigeon standing in the middle of a park. 

   "So we need to track his location. Using the claque-doigts, we'll lure the pigeons away from him, then when he's alone, we'll take him down."

    So far their plan had been working. Slow but surely, he had lured small groups of pigeons away from their target. 

    There were times where Chat felt useless. Ladybug always made all of the plans, and heaven knows that if she really needed to, she could execute these plans by herself, so he felt happy knowing that for once, he could contribute more. 

    Unlike Ladybug, his suit was made for stealth. He was able to slip into the crevices of the city and use any nearby shadows as a cover. He'd throw a claque-doigt, sneaking his way closer to Mr. Pigeon as his bird minions chased after the loud POP. 

    He had been creating a path for Ladybug to be able to safely reach Mr. Pigeon, away from the birds who would rip her to shreds if they had the chance. 

    He noticed Ladybug step out of her hiding spot. Stealth wasn't her talent and it showed, her steps clumsily made and her stance almost comical. She looked like a cartoon, up on her tippy toes, hunched over, and struggling to keep balance. It took everything in Chat not to laugh at the sight in front of him.

    She inched closer to him, one step, two step, three step—

    Mr. Pigeon grabbed his whistle, blowing on it harshly, "YOU GOT A VICTIM, BRING THEM HERE."

   Ladybug's face went pale, and on instinct, Chat lunged forward and sent them tumbling into the bushes. 

   His hand covered her mouth, silencing the surprised yelp she let out as they rolled to the floor. They both stopped, not daring to make any sudden moves. Their hearts wildly beating against their rib cages, waiting, silently….

   Nothing.

   They both let out a breath of relief.

   Chat removed his hand from Ladybug's mouth, muttering a small apology to her. She pulled a branch to the side, allowing them to see past the bushes keeping them safe.

    A swarm of pigeons flew to the ground, parting as they sat someone down on the floor.

   Chat raised a brow, "They look familiar." He couldn't recall exactly where he had seen you before, or whether you knew him as Adrien or Chat Noir—but either way, he knows he's seen you somewhere.

   He heard Ladybug gasp softly, "What? But I saved them earlier, why are they here?" Her voice had been so small and soft, Chat wondered if he would have heard it if he didn't have enhanced hearing. 

   "You saved them? Today?"

   "Yeah," She nodded, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she stared down at the ground in thought, "a swarm of pigeons went after them, so I moved them to safety on a–" she cut herself off, her eyes widening.

   "M'Lady?" Chat nudged her softly.

   "I left them on a rooftop while there are villainous pigeons flying around!" She balled her hand into a fist and hit it against her forehead. "I'm so stupid! How could I do that?"

   Chat frowned. Ladybug always had a bad tendency to blame herself over every small thing, but with how stressed she's been lately, it concerned him to see her so upset like this. "It was an honest mistake, it's ok. We'll save them like always."

   "Yeah…like always…." Ladybug sighed, bringing her focus back to the sight in front of her. She didn't look very convinced, her bottom lip caught between her front teeth. His words hadn't reached her, and Chat wasn't sure how to feel about that.

   "What do you think he's planning? I mean, usually he just turns everyone into pigeons. He's never had a hostage before."

   Ladybug didn't respond, her eyes trained on Mr. Pigeon.

   Said villain's face was now outlined with a butterfly shape, "Hawkmoth…is any of this necessary?" There was a moment of pause before he sighed. The outline disappeared as it walked towards you, picking you up by the back of your jacket. You let out a yelp as he shook you vigorously.

    "Ladybug! Chat Noir! I know you're out there! Stop hiding and face me before an innocent civilian faces the consequences."

    "Please don't kill me." He heard you whimper. Your captor only responded by shaking you more violently. You looked like a rag doll.

    "So that's his plan…" Ladybug mumbled, "He knew about our plan, so he brought a hostage into the situation to force us to come out."

    "Well he doesn't look too enthusiastic about it." He looked over at your captor, who looked like having to do any of this was a major burden to him. Strange, usually akumatized villains were more…lively? 

    "Hawkmoth is doing something different. That has to be why Mr. Pigeon is so…off."

    "Whatever it is, we need to put an end to it."

    The butterfly outline once again appeared on Mr. Pigeon's face. He looked terrified for a moment, before he yelled, "I'm becoming impatient! I'd hate to have to feed my pigeons such a low cooked dinner." He blew his whistle, and a swarm of pigeons started circling your waist. You screamed, bringing your hands up to clutch at Mr. Pigeon's arm. 

    Chat gripped his staff, "M'Lady, we have to help!"

    "No wait! We have to come up with another plan—" her earrings beeped, another dot disappearing. She had two minutes left.

    "You recharge, I'll save the hostage." Chat tried to get up, but Ladybug pulled him back to the ground.

   "We'll just be playing right into his hand! There has to be another way." 

   "We don't have enough time to wait for you to detransform, let me stall him."

   You let out another scream, and Chat knew he couldn't continue to argue with Ladybug over this.

   He got up and jumped out of the bushes. He walked over to Mr. Pigeon, making direct eye contact with him.

   "Here I am, just as you requested! Now put them down."

  "Where's Ladybug?" The pigeons finally stopped circling you, flying away to reveal that you had multiple cuts and scratches, your clothes littered in small rips. 

   "She uh…" he looked away from you, trying to swallow his discomfort. "She'll be joining us soon! After you let them go."

   "No can do, kitty cat, I need her here now!"

   "And she will be here the second you let them go!"

   "I…" Mr. Pigeon grit his teeth. He held his head, as if he were in pain. 

    In that short amount of time, you kicked Mr. Pigeon, causing him to drop you. Chat smiled at your bravery as he opened his arms for you to jump into his grasp.

    You on the other hand had no idea what you were doing. Your brain had gone into autopilot and it left your thoughts unfiltered. You saw an opportunity, and you immediately went for it, forgetting about the deadly birds that surrounded you. 

   You ran as fast as you could, the flapping of wings drawing closer and closer to you. You jumped into Chat's arms, clinging to him as he used his staff to lift you two into the air. You clenched your eyes shut, your senses going haywire as Chat performed tricks only a superhero could perform to keep you out of harm's way.

    You had no idea where you were or what was going on, and honestly, you didn't want to know. You wished the day could just end already, everything was going off at the same time and you were exhausted. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you buried your face into Chat's chest. The wind muffled your hearing, though you were semi sure you heard Chat whispering words of encouragement. It didn't really make you feel any better, but you supposed it was nice to know you weren't alone in this situation.

    Suddenly, you felt Chat adjust you on his side, bringing you up so your head rested on his shoulder. He turned his head, "You're gonna want to hold your breath." He whispered into your ear. You flushed at how close you were before his words registered in your brain.

    "Wait, what—"

    SPLASH.

    Cold water hit your body like a train and knocked the wind out of you. You opened your eyes, murky green water blocking your vision.

   Were you…in The Seine?

   If all of this hadn't been enough to convince you that your life was just some big joke, you felt Chat patting your head apologetically…as if that was genuinely going to comfort you. 

   After what almost felt like forever, Chat pulled you both back to the surface, both of you taking in deep breaths.

   "Sorry about that. The pigeons weren't letting up so I figured this was the safest option."

   You spit out some water that had snuck in your mouth, "It's alright. You saved me so…I'm not going to complain." You smiled awkwardly.

    "You're trembling." 

    Your smile faltered, as you realized that you had been indeed trembling.

    As you stared at your shaking hand, the realization of how shitty your day had gone slapped you in the face.

   You got into the school of your dreams, but your first teacher had been so harsh. You didn't even have the opportunity to meet any of your other teachers, because the whole Mr. Pigeon situation messed it all up. 

    You remembered seeing everyone making a run for it. You had no idea where to go, and before you knew it, you were alone. And though Ladybug had saved you, you had only been safe for so long before Mr. Pigeon himself had you in his grasp.

   And now here you were, your clothing ripped and your skin littered in cuts that now stung from the cold water. You were freezing, hungry, and tired. Your bottom lip wobbled, tears pricking at your eyes. You wanted to go home. 

    "Hey, it's ok." Chat's voice was soft. He brought his hand up and wiped some of the water off of your face. "Ripped clothing is trendy in fashion nowadays anyway."

    You let out a loud sob.

    "Ok yeah that was my bad, dumb joke. Sorry." Chat held you close, allowing you to cry into his shoulder. "It's ok, let it out. Talk to me, I'm here to listen."

   Your thoughts were scrambled. Through chattering teeth, you let out the first things that came to mind. "I burned my toast this morning." 

   You felt Chat's body shake, as if he were trying to hold in a laugh. "Yeah? I'm sure that was hard for you." Despite the fact that he was probably trying his hardest to not laugh at your strange confession, he sounded sincere. It didn't feel like he was laughing at you, more so with you…

   And strangely enough, it comforted you in a way. Your day had been so ridiculous, maybe all you needed was a good laugh.

   "It was. It was all stale and gross…and it got stuck between my teeth, so it was super gross trying to brush them."

   "Hate when that happens, or when you drink orange juice, then brush your teeth. The lingering orange taste and mint don't mix well."

   You snorted, "That's why apple juice is better."

   "Hey, let's not go that far." 

   You laughed, before Chat nudged you.

   "What else happened today?" 

   "I almost tripped on a trash can. I saw a coin on the ground while walking to school, but a kid stole it before I could grab it."

   "What a thief. That's truly the worst crime someone could commit, want me to go catch them for you?"

    "I'd prefer it if you didn't leave me to float in The Seine by myself."

    "Oh, yeah I guess that wouldn't be a good idea." 

    You looked up, noticing some civilians staring, a few recording you.

   "People are staring."

   "Yeah, they do that when a guy dressed up in a cat costume is holding someone hostage in a river."

   "You say that as if this happens a lot?"

   "You'd be surprised." Chat brought his free hand up to sweep his bangs back, "But hey! As long as they get my good angles, I don't mind."

   "There's seaweed in your hair." You went to pull it out, but Chat stopped you.

   "Yeah, that might not be seaweed, don't touch it."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You do know The Seine is super polluted…right? That's why no one is allowed to swim in it."

   Your eyes narrowed. "Polluted how?" 

   "I don't think you want me to elaborate-"

   "Are we swimming in piss and shit?"

   Chat's mouth clamped shut.

   You suddenly felt like throwing up as you remembered that some of the water had gotten in your mouth. 

   "I want to go home."

   "Yeah, I know. Just give me a second, ok?" Chat moved you so you rested on his hip, like a mother holding her child. You felt like dying inside.

   He pulled out his staff, part of it flipping out into a phone. As you questioned the physics of his staff, he pressed a few buttons before bringing it to his ear.

   "Ladybug! I moved the hostage to somewhere safe. Is everything ok over there?"

   "He deakumatized himself, Chat."

   "Wait- what?"

  "I…I don't know. I retransformed and went to fight him, but he fell to his knees and detransformed. I think Hawkmoth decided to give up…I…I don't know. He's only ever done that before once, and that was when…"

 

  "Yeah…I know."

  "Do you think this is a part of his plan? What if he's trying to akumatize someone else right now?! Ugh, I knew we were walking right into another trap! How could I have let myself get tricked so easily?!"

   You hated being nosy, but you couldn't help but listen in. Every time you had seen Ladybug, whether it be on TV or in person, she always seemed so organized. 

   You had seen live recordings of her fight. She always seemed to know what to do, like everything came naturally to her. She was always so sure of herself, and that was what was so inspiring about her, that's what made her Ladybug. 

   So to hear her speak as though everything was crumbling around her was…depressing. She sounded so scared and unsure. You never would've guessed that your idol would be this anxious.

   Chat eventually cut off her rambling, "M'Lady, breathe. We're ok, you're ok. We saved someone, and regardless of how it was done, the victim was deakumatized. We won. If Hawkmoth has another thing planned, we'll be ready, but for now we need to regroup. I'll take care of uh…I'm sorry what's your name?" He looked over at you expectantly, and you tried to seem like you hadn't just been eavesdropping on his conversation.

   You gave him your name, and he repeated it back to Ladybug, "We'll meet at the usual spot and talk this out, ok?"

   "...Yeah…ok…I'll see you then, Chat."

   "Take care, Bug." He ended the call. "Well, looks like the coast is clear!"

   "Does this mean we can get out of the shit water now?"

  He laughed, "Yes, that means we can get out of the shit water." 

   You two got out of The Seine. You sat on the grass as Chat called an ambulance. You wanted to insist that you'd be ok, as you knew your aunt would freak out if she found out you had to go to the hospital, but Chat reminded you of the fact that you had multiple cuts that had probably gotten infected by the polluted water. 

   Now that you had a moment to sit and relax, you looked down at yourself. Torn clothes and blood stains. Nice. The cuts burned now that your adrenaline had gone down,but the good news was the cuts weren't too deep. Hopefully treating your wounds won't take too long.

   As you studied the blood stains, a thought popped into your brain. 

   "Did I get any blood on you?" You looked up at him, inspecting the costume. You didn't see any blood,but again, his costume was black so if there was any blood, you wouldn't be able to see it.

    Chat shrugged, "I'm covered in seaweed, piss, and shit. I think a little blood is the least of my worries."

   You frowned.

   "Hey…now that I'm thinking about it…you're the person who I stopped from getting akumatized a while back. If I remember correctly, you had been nervous about school, right?"

   You scratched your nose, "Yeah…"

   "Well, how did rich kid school go?"

   "Not too well. I'm overwhelmed."

   There was a moment of silence before Chat responded. 

   "Do you like ice cream?"

   You raised a brow, "Yeah…why?"

   "How about I take you to go get ice cream on Friday? My treat. Hopefully that can make up for your not-so-fun day."

   You fumbled for a second, surprised that the Chat Noir wanted to get ice-cream with you, "Wait, really?"

   "Yeah! I know this really nice place. Their ice cream is amazing! I can pick you up at your place after school." 

   You hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea. On one hand, it sounded like fun…but on the other hand, you weren't sure if being out in public with a superhero was a good idea…

   Ah, why not.

   "Yeah…that sounds nice! Do you remember my address?"

   "Not at all!"

   You laughed and told him. He repeated it over and over, before smiling. 

   "Alright! I'll make sure to remember it."

   You spent the rest of your time waiting for the ambulance talking to Chat. He talked about other instances when he had to jump into The Seine, and how inconvenient that was once he detransformed. 

   As he talked, you wondered what he looked like without the mask. You knew miraculous altered the appearance of the holder (at least that's what the Lady Blog said), but you weren't sure how much it changed their appearance. Did he really have fluffy blond hair, or was he secretly a redhead? Were his eyes blue? Brown maybe? Did miraculous change your height as well?

   You held yourself back from asking any of your questions, self aware enough to understand that Chat Noir is not your friend, so he most likely wasn't going to answer anything. 

  Once the ambulance showed up, you found yourself feeling a bit disappointed that you had to say goodbye to your hero. His dumb sense of humor helped you forget the otherwise terrible day you had, and you missed hearing his dumb stories as you were driven away to the nearest akuma help center. 

   In the back of the van, you rested your head, thinking of how you were going to explain this to your aunt. A lecture was in store, that was for sure.

  But at least you were alive and well, something you weren't sure would be the case during the whole ordeal.

  And as you drifted off, your day leaving you tired, you smiled as you thought of getting ice cream with your knight in shining spandex.

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[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

[sunfish-studies]

Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

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Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

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You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

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“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

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“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

[storiesforallfandoms]

the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

[spice-chan]

Untold

description - king Katsuki Bakugo, who’s desperate in wanting to get closer to his mate hatches a morally dubious plan to do so. Let himself get injured ? check. Convince his clueless mate that his dragon needs to breed her otherwise he will rampage ? check. 

warnings - Bakugo is soo bad at feelings. loss of virginity (m&f), dom bakugo, vaginal penetration, dirty talk ?, clueless reader, breeding kink, slight lactation kink but reader isnt lactating, implied brain washing. Bakugo and his dragon are like two separate entities who existing in one body. feral baku. mentions of poison and injury. Manipulation. slight dub con if you squint.

The first time Bakugo met you was after a meeting at your kingdom. A meeting he was more than disgruntled at having to attend. 

You were the epitome of angelic, you had pretty, curly hair that framed your face, with bright (e/c) eyes that glistened in the sun as you helped a maid up. There was not an ounce of supercility or contempt in your humble smile. He didn’t even think you were a royal at first glance from how willing you were to touch and talk to someone so beneath you societally. 

Not that he thought a lot at that moment, because the only thought going through his head was - 

Mine. 

That, he made you. 

At least in the eyes of the nations of the dragons and your home land. 

Not in the eyes of his dragon, the fiery beast who resided within him, and neither in his, because he craves you in intimate ways that he has yet to experience, let alone experience with you, his wife. 

He promptly negotiated a marriage with your family who approved, and married you a week after. 

You didn’t get a say in it, in fact, you only spoke to him a few times before the knot was tied. It physically pained Katsuki to see the resent in your eyes. 

You slept next to him everyday, but he knew you wished to be far, far away from him. 

The closer his body got to you, the further you shrunk away from him. It was pitiful, how your small and fragile body that was made for him, scurried far away from the body made to protect it, the body it should be lusting over.

He was well endowed, a very tall man with muscles earned through hours of grueling training, yet the only thing you graced him with was a polite smile as you passed him in the hallway. 

He loved you, gosh, he loves you so bad. But you can’t see it, can you ? You just see a man who you were forced to marry within a week who ripped you away from your life. A strange, barbaric man who growls when things don’t go his way and sniffs your hair after he deems that you’ve fallen asleep. 

And Bakugo has a plan to finally make you want and need him. 

…….. 

The sunlight hasn’t yet painted the sky a yellow hue, yet Katsuki somehow finds himself waking up. He stirs awake, his eyes opening languidly as his over sensitive nose seeks the smell of his mate. He turns his head to your side on instinct, and finds you snoozing without a care, your chest rhythmically moving up and done, and adorable features relaxed and vulnerable. 

Vulnerable, yet you sleep so far from him, the distance between the both of you almost reminds him of the sun and moon. 

When he married you, he bit your neck to mark you, making you officially his mate. Bound to him for life. He could deduce that you are his soulmate, a phenomenon among dragon species. They were a powerful nation, therefore to make sure their numbers don’t go out of control yet stay stable, they were gifted with soulmates. The only person they will feel sexual attraction to during their long, long lives. Their mate will age like them and the children, if one parent wasn’t of dragon kin, will still turn out full dragons. Their blood is powerful. No wonder your parents were so eager to tie themselves with him. He feels slightly furious when he remembers how eager they were to marry you off, did you live with this sort of apathy from your parents your whole life ? 

Well, it doesn’t matter how those bastards treated you because you are with him now. Besides, their uncaringness made the marriage easier and smoother. 

He turns to face you, and finds you sleeping with your back to him, your hair looks like a pretty mess across the pillow. Do you feel trapped ? Do you sometimes lament on the years you will have to stay bound to him ? 

But questions fly out of his head when his eyes stray to your form. He pants softly in need, his dragon clawing at him to claim you. Your silk nightdress did little to cover your voluptuous ass, and the spaghetti straps did little to cover your spilling cleavage, and least from what he could see from your back to him. He feels incredibly robbed about not being able to touch you right now. But he didn’t want you to hate him…

He turns his head away from you and steadies his breathing, but the tent in his pants stood proudly. Great, another day of rubbing one for you instead of ravishing you… 

…………

The first step of his plan to get closer to you is to prey on your kindness. He’s going to let himself get injured enough to trigger his dragon’s self defence mechanism. That means not letting anyone get close to him, because he classifies everyone as a threat, except his mate, of course. 

Now, how to do it without losing his honour as the dragon king is the true question. 

Well, the answer to that is one of his counsel man. A mad cowardly enough to run away from a fight with the dragon king, and lacking honour enough to try and poison him at the same time for a few thousand quads. 

………….. 

Bakugo holds his sword in a lackadaisical manner, staring at the man across from him who shivers from his intense glare. Bakugo rolls his blood red eyes, his mouth forming into a sneer. Look what finding his mate had reduced him to. 

A vulnerable mess. 

The training ground is filled with spectators who stopped their own training to watch their king fight, a necessary thing for his plan to work. He’ll have you in his arms in no time. 

His dragon rumbled in happiness at the thought of having his mate. 

The fight starts, with steel meeting steel, a minute goes by, and just as discussed, the man lets go of his sword, forfeits and bows down. 

Then grabs a sharp dagger from his pocket, coated with paralyzing poison, and slashes it across Bakugo’s chest before making a run. 

Katsuki feels his limbs become heavier, falling to the floor as the large opening in his chest bleeds and burns. Had he not been a dragon, this cut would have been fatale to his mortality. His pupils dilate as the sound of growls fill the air. His simple minded beast trying to warn the bystanders to keep clear of him or else. His dragon desperately tries to get it’s host to move, and when the beast tries to take over the host in order to survive, Bakugo gladly let’s it. 

The wiser of the bunch go to fetch the queen, their hearts hammering across their chests in anxiousness as a murderous aura surrounds their king, which is fatal to them. A dragon in this state will kill anything and everything around it to ensure its survival. His abilities, which are already deadly, will be doubled once the effects of the poison wear off. They can’t run, that would be shameful, but they can hope that the queen gets here in time. 

Deadly and furious growls fill the air, their eyes keep on switching from looking at the imminent threat that is their king and their possible saviour which is his queen. 

His toes and fingers move, and Bakugo’s reptilian eyes lock on them in clear warning. No sight of you. His claws elongate and his teeth lengthen and sharpen, their size enough to rip a chunk of meat clear of a man's chest. No sight of you. 

His limbs are slowly becoming mobile again, but too fast for the spectators' liking. No sight of you. 

They were slowly succumbing to their gruesome fates. 

His feet, which have regained mobility, along with his arms, support his previously supine body into a standing position. His enraged face faced them, his fiery throat lightening up and ready to erupt them into flames. And he was about to, until a -

“Katsuki !” 

He abruptly turns towards the sound, familiarity oozing from every syllable of the soft angelic voice that called him. 

His reptilian eyes lock on her neck, recognizing the soft pink marks that mar her neck as his own. 

“Mate.” His guttural voice spoke, the sound so deep and raw it was almost inhuman. 

You were slightly taken aback that he recognised you in this state. Dragons must really put their mates on a higher pedestal, especially considering how he was about to toast those men… 

“Mate” he repeats. He turned to the strangers, growling at them with newfound vigour. They are a threat to his mate. Kill threat. 

“No. No, no.” You said in horror, waving your hands back and forth to get his attention away. 

You slowly walk to him, your steps tentative as you gauge his reaction. He seems confused, and he remained unresponsive, at least verbally. 

You steps continue until you you could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and that's when his arms circle you and pull you possessively to his chest, protecting you as he shields your face away, still wary of the ‘threats’. 

“Katsuki, what happened, why are you trying to kill them ?” You speak patiently, trying to ignore how close you are to him. This is the closests you’d ever been to a male, and your face speaks volumes of that. 

“Kill me. Kill mate.” 

You quirk a brow in confusion. “What do you mean ? Why are you speaking like this Katsuki ?” 

“No Katsuki. Me !” He growls in frustration, looking into your eyes desperately, his eyes seem more… red- more animalistic somehow. Even when he looked into your eyes, he still kept an eye on the men nearby, who for some fucking reason are still here. 

“Why are you guys just standing here ?! He obviously wants to kill you, go !” You command, your soft voice raising into an octave none of them ever heard from their kind queen. 

The earth shook as a booming voice rocks the earth, you look left and right, trying to find the source of it when you realize that you are hugging the source. 

Katsuki’s skin fills with leathery patches of red, and his elongated nails pierce your skin as he holds you protectively, his eyes try to find the slightest movement in his surroundings. So he can eliminate it. 

“Mate. Angry.” 

You were starting to understand something. 

“Oh. Are you the dragon ?” You ask,  once again trying to direct his attention to you. 

He nods, his features relaxing slightly as he looks at you. 

“Well-uh- um, why are you trying to kill them ?” You ask him in an attempt to diffuse the situation, your uncertainty leaked into your words however. 

“Threat.” Came his simple answer. 

You sigh, trying to think your words over but you feel choked. There’s many lives on your hand. 

“No. They aren’t a threat.” That caught his attention. You gesture with your head to the exit of the training grounds, and decide to tug him after he stood still for a solid minute instead. 

That’s how you end up tugging a dragon to his bed, who in turn keeps a tight hold on you and growls at anything that moves. 

Eventually, we made it to the bedroom. You open the door, noticing that for the first time, the dragon seemed somewhat relaxed. 

“Do you have a name ?” You question him curiously, having tired of calling him dragon in your head and otherwise. 

He seems more like a puppy now, trying to cling to you while you lead him to the bed. He rubs his head against your cheek, trying to get his smell on you, but when he registered your question, he shook his head. 

“Do you mind if I call you something ?” 

He smiled excitedly, maybe like a child offered candy, but his sharp teeth were anything but childlike. You’ve no doubt they could rip flesh like marshmallows. 

You took that as a sign of acceptance. 

“Ok ! Oh, but maybe I shouldn’t give you a new name. Since you are Katsuki… Ok I’ll just call you Bakugou so I don’t mix the two of you up.” You exclaim with child-like vigor, the innocence in your eyes contradicting how consequential your current actions are. The dragon and his human host, who are so incredibly enamored with their mate, are carefully weaving a web in an attempt to trap her. Their mate, who was slowly inching to the web out of her own free will. 

He nods.

Your eyes stray down. You gasp at the sight of his bloodied chest. 

“Oh God ! I’m so sorry, this must hurt a lot.” You apologize profusely, mistaking his growl as a pained one. You move to call for a medic or something of the sort, but Ares grabs you and pulls you to lay on the bed, your supine body beneath his large frame. 

He looks down at the gash, his body will recover soon. He can’t smell anyone nearby or in the room except himself and his mate. So there’s no danger. 

His chest rumbles in happiness though, knowing his mate was worried about him. “I heal.” 

The worry evaporates from your face, instead replaced with amazement. Though the sight was unappealing, upon taking a closer look, you could see the edges of the cut sewing themselves together. 

“Amazing.” You breath out. His chest puffs up in pride, knowing he was the cause of the current expression painting his mate’s features. 

“Cute-“ his simple observation causes your face to heat up ”-good mate” and the rest of his statement didn’t help that. His face leans down and instead of pecking you, he nudges your face, and sinks down to your neck where he starts laying kisses, then slowly begins licking. The warm sensation was strange, but you didn’t find yourself hating it when he spread his warm saliva on your neck. You didn’t even find yourself hating it when his teeth start softly suckling on your neck like a chew toy. His sharp teeth aren’t quite breaking the skin. 

A content sigh leaves your lips as tingles travel down your spine. He continues leaving love bites on your neck, and upon finding it decently covered, he goes on to suck on the mating mark, and to your horror, a tiny moan escapes your lips. His movements pause, and his wet mouth detaches from your neck to flash you a smirk, and you found yourself longing for the sensation. 

This is strange, you should be protesting, you should be embarrassed, but it feels as though a fog is clouding your senses. A sweet, sweet fog. It’s as if you’re put under a spell and all that is occupying your mind is the dragon who claimed you as his mate. Little do you know, you aren’t that off mark. 

“Hot.” He says as he caresses your cheek with his calloused finger hand. 

“I’ve never done this with anyone before. It feels so nice…” you confess, your eyes seem glossier than usual, it’s as if being teased by this pleasurable feeling then having it taken away is frustrating enough to make you want to cry. 

He made a satisfied noise that is akin to a rumble and a growl. “Good. Mate is mine.” 

His hand starts caressing your tummy. Even with the dress you adorned, you can still feel the warmth. His head followed the direction of his hand, his nose doggedly sniffing your stomach. If you hadn’t known he was a dragon, you might’ve assumed he was a wolf shifter. 

“No hatchling.” 

You frown, not having expected this. 

“Do you want kids ?” You ask and receive a singular word in response. 

“Hatchlings.” 

You grow increasingly uncomfortable as every daunting second passes by. You didn’t like the direction of this conversation at all. If you could even call it that. 

Would Katsuki be repulsed by his dragon’s behaviour? Would he be repulsed and weirded out by you ? He didn’t let the tiniest hint that he might like you slip out. 

You notice that the sky outside has darkened. It would be safe to assume there would be no dinner tonight. Not with this primal dragon keeping you away from the prying eyes of anyone. You wiggle out of this hold, and when he notices that you are trying to slip away, he makes a move to grab you but you stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder. “No.” He whines in response, trying to ignore the barrier of your hands but you repeat the ‘no’. 

“I have to change.” You explain, wincing at the thought of sleeping with this uncomfortable gown. Pretty, but uncomfortable. 

Bakugo was about to protest, your dress made you look like the queen you are, the pastel shades of pink and flowers decorating it make you look...Cute. But then the image of your nightgowns cross his mind. 

Your tiny, tight nightgowns that leave most of your delicious legs on display and do little to contain your womanly breasts that are going to fill with milk and feed his hatchlings soon enough. 

He lets you go, and to his delight, you come out of the bathroom in a maroon night dress. Your maids would usually come in two hours to prepare you for bed, but today is a mess as it is. Maybe going to bed earlier would be favourable for everyone. 

Katsuki’s chest is completely healed, nothing but a tender, pink line across his chest to tell the tale. You could bet that by morning there would be nothing. And this day will be a forgotten memory in your husband’s mind. You brought with you a wet towel to wipe his chest of any remaining blood. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and push his body into a supine position. He watched you intensely and in silence as you wipe his chest, the warmth blooming across it either from the hot water that dampened the towel or from the love within the confines of his heart as you cared for him. Maybe it’s because for once, he feels true care from the other side of the bond the two of you share. 

He loves you so fucking much. If only he can just tell you. Well he can, but Katsuki can’t . You’ll reject him and it’ll ruin everything. 

“I love you, mate.” He speaks softly, that even his deep voice feels like a warm blanket on a winter day because of how tender his confession is. 

Your blood rushes to your face and ears, but you clear your throat awkwardly. You don’t know what to do. The dragon might think that he does because of course he fucking would, he marked your neck and bonded with you, but Katsuki doesn’t. 

“Thank you.” You reply stiffly, before disposing the towel and washing your hands. 

Your head is reeling from the confession, but you feel incredibly robbed, for some twisted reason. If only you got stuck in a loving marriage, if only. You yearn for love, but the one person in your love who mentioned love in relation to you is a beast who’s human host will never let out after this turn of events. 

The dragon, Bakugou, on the other hand wasn’t faring any better. He was happy when you expressed your gratitude in relation to his confession, but when he clocked that you never said it back his mood plummeted faster than a dragon whose wings got obliterated mid flight. 

His mood felt so low, that when Katsuki prodded him for control, he didn’t protest. 

……… 

 After freshening up yourself, you return to the bedroom and immediately sense the change in demeanor. 

Katsuki should do this now. He needs to bind you to him emotionally. 

“(Y/n). I need to speak to you.” He motions for you to sit down, his voice that’s usually boisterous and loud is now eerily calm. 

You walk, the padding of your steps filling the otherwise empty room. 

The few seconds it took you to sit on your side of the bed, facing him, were enough for him to finalise his plan. 

“I need to get you pregnant.” Your mouth gapes at his blunt statement. 

“Excuse me ?”

“This thing today, it happened because we delayed consummating our mating because I knew you weren’t ready. But I can’t delay this anymore. I’m sorry, but my dragon demands a hatchling, or what happened today could be repeated until I can’t control him anymore.” He explains. Don’t question. Don’t question. Please, accept his explanation- or more befittingly, his lies. 

You didn’t see his paralyzed form on the floor, he didn’t especially fill you in on what mating entails. 

And he’s reaping full advantage of that. 

Maybe his lies will come back to bite him, but he needs a child with you so he knows you won’t leave him—maybe after tonight, you’ll also develop some affection for him. He’ll be so good to you, you just have to give him a chance. 

His heart pounds so hard that he can hear it as loud as a drum being played right next to his ears. His poor, sensitive ears that will soon fill with the sound of your moans. 

You sigh. You didn’t want to do this. It was too abrupt. To have a child… but the thought of endangering all those lives didn’t sit well with you. It’s not Katsuki’s fault, it’s not, it was nice of him to wait for you anyway. But tears still formed at the corner of your eyes. Frustrated tears, helpless, angry tears. But tears won’t help you. 

He could have forced you to do it on your wedding night and demanded you perform your duties as a wife, even if you didn’t want to do it. And for his understanding, you were grateful. 

“I-“ your voice cracks”-I—I understand.” And his heart cracks upon seeing your red eyes that filled with tears, tears that veiled the natural curiosity and brightness that your eyes seemed to naturally permeate. Tears that didn’t make you any less beautiful to him. 

Before he starts feeling guilty, he reminds himself that he’s doing this for your future. He’ll make your sadness and doubt disappear soon enough. 

His hand, as if it has a mind of its own, goes to your soft cheeks and wipes the falling pearls. Your doe eyes look at him, innocently surprised, and the witness coating your lenses only made you look more angelic. As if acknowledging that you’re at his mercy-or rather, trusting him with your sadness. 

He wipes all your fallen tears, then brings your smaller body closer and hugs you. This would have been greatly romantic-and it was to you, but the underlying truth is that Bakugo is the cause of those tears. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you and our hatchling.” We’ll be the perfect family, just that way we're always supposed to be, mate. 

“It’s-“you hiccup”- it’s fine. I-I don’t blame you.” You reassure, returning his hug. You were surprised that Katsuki was capable of being nice like this, you didn’t know that he possessed a gentle and tender touch. Everyone always pitied you for being forced into wedlock with him, despite keeping their opinions to themselves. Maybe that’s what caused the barrier in your relationship. You suddenly feel shame at judging him so fast. 

But instead, you soak up the warmth of his body pressed against yours. 

Katsuki took the initiative, he cups your cheek and presses his warm, supple lips against yours. A truly loving kiss, because Katsuki loves you and he’s about to show you what him loving you entails. 

Surprisingly, his dragon makes an odd request.

Katsuki tries to continue kissing you but his dragon is growing increasingly demanding with his pursuit of control. 

Katsuki detaches from your lips, dissatisfied with it, but why ? The first time he kissed you at your wedding, it was magical, but now he hungers for more. 

Through his frustration, he lets his control slip and that’s when Ares comes out. 

And he truly looks like the God of War. 

He’s ready to conquer.

He smashes his lips against yours, rather roughly, and the smacking sounds of your lips filled the room. His warm tongue prods your lips, and through your inexperience, you clumsily followed his cue. He’s like a more primal version of Katsuki. 

His tongue begins exploring every crevice and every corner of your mouth, only becoming more hungry at the taste of you. 

He only separates himself after you start running out of breath and when your delicate hands push his chest away. 

His hungry eyes take in your red and swollen lips appreciatively. “Mate delicious.” 

His smirk however, flips to reveal the unfamous scowl of Katsuki. 

“Sorry. He’s eager. He wants to breed you roughly, he demands it.” Katsuki tells you shamelessly, panting with need and cheeks blushed lewdly. His predatory eyes take in your compromising position, thinking of different positions to breed you. 

“It’s ok, just please be gentle with… you know-- I’m a virgin...” you remind him with a chuckle as you try to play it off, but the embarrassment is evident on your face. Katsuki was well aware of the fact, but seeing you admit that he would be the one to deflower you just made the tent in his pants more obvious. Sprawled out beneath him, trying to avoid eye contact from shyness. What a beautiful sight. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” 

He went back to kissing you, and his dragon kept giving him tips, surprisingly, and seeing how he ravished your lips before, he took the beasts advice wholeheartedly. He shed his clothes while you were preoccupied with his lips. 

“I am too, if it makes you feel any better.” That’s pleasant to hear, and it only gave your ever improving image of Katsuki more credibility. He’s not like those perverted male royals who frequently use prostitutes while fussing over the slightest male interaction their wives have. You guess that’s a plus of marrying a dragon.

After he thoroughly swapped saliva with you, his lips go to your ear and breathlessly whisper “I’m going down to prep you.” 

Your features scrunch adorably in confusion. “What do you mean ? Don’t you just put it in ?” 

He internally coos at your words, so naive. 

Outwardly though, he chuckles. “You’d be crying if I just shoved my dragon cock on you sweetheart.” 

You gasp and his words and cover his mouth with your hand. 

“Katsuki ! Don’t be crude. And did you just call your manhood cock ?” 

He continues chuckling, only now with new found vigor while removing your hands. “Yes, I called it cock.” 

His red eyes didn’t seem to hold the slightest bit of shame, you huff grumpily. 

“Ok (y/n), you have to be relaxed for me, ok ?” He asks seriously, and you nod, not knowing what to expect, but willing to let him lead. 

Katsuki goes between your legs, and lifts your tiny dress up to reveal your panties. He could already see some wetness. He slips your cotton panties down to reveal the delicious sight of your pussy. 

You adorably turn your face away, not willing to look any longer at him looking at your private parts. 

He’s lucky his primal urges are guiding him on what to do or he’d be lost, but his dragon is eagerly licking his lips at finally being able to taste his mate. He takes a tentative lick, and becomes pleased when you tense up. He takes another, slower one and when he pinpoints the exact location that had you tensing, he pays attention to it. 

After hearing a cute, restrained moan escape the confines of your mouth, he begins sucking on your clit. Your thighs close around him as you moan louder. 

“Ah. Katsuki, that feels so good.” So sexy, it’s like all his dirty daydreams in one sentence. 

He keeps sucking, and his fingers prod at your opening. You were lubricated enough that his thick finger slips right in. He experimentally thrusts it in and out while he keeps on sucking you and gets rewarded with pleasurable noises from you. 

He adds a second finger, the stretch still not quite enough. 

A third finger prods your entrance, and you gasp. “Please slow down Katsuki…” 

He gives your thigh a kiss, and murmurs a little apology before he resumes eating you out. 

Your thighs clamp around his head in pleasure as he continues sucking you. Your heart rate speeds up as you abandon all inhibitions and moan for the man pleasuring you. 

“Katsuki I feel- I feel like I’m going to pee…” you confess bashfully as he continues to suck you with his mouth while two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, mimicking the movement of his manhood. 

“No, you're about to cum. Don’t hold it back.” He commands you. So that’s what the knot you feel in your stomach is. 

He takes his fingers out and uses both of his hands to lift your hips up. His tongue teases your nub, not sucking anymore but merely rubbing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The loss of the stimulation of his fingers, added with this, makes you come down from your high. Frustrated tears stream down your face as dissatisfaction gnaws on your chest. 

“Why ?” Your question while looking down at his face between your legs, he gives your clit lazy strokes. 

“You didn’t say thank you. Is that how a good mate behaves ?” Katsuki’s voice was deeper now, not deep enough for it to be Bakugo-the dragon, but deep enough for you to know he’s primal right now.

He did say he wanted it rough… 

“I’m sorry Katsuki. I’ll be good from now on, promise !” You beg, desperately for more stimulation then the lazy strokes if his tongue. 

“I don’t know if I should believe you.” He rubs his dampened chin, looking contemplative. 

“Please, I’m gonna be a good mate ‘n say thank you Katsuki.” You plead again and he hums in response. 

Katsuki is crooning with pride seeing how desperate for him you are. Your lip wobbles as you beg, dependent, submissive to him and only him. 

“Fine, since you begged so nicely. But next time, I’m going to punish you.” You nod in acceptance. But before he can reprimand you for the same mistake, you use you words. “Ok, thank you.” His chest rumbles in pride at your obedience. 

In no time, Katsuki had you cuming in his tongue, and he laps it up, moaning at how tasty at is. 

“Thank you- ah. Thank you-“ you babble incoherently. 

Katsuki lays kisses on your thighs, giving a few nibs to mark you. 

He slips your night dress off while you bask in the afterglow of release and growls at the delicious sight of your bare breast. 

He captured a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue on the sensitive skin then suckling like a hatchling would. 

You bury your hand in his hair, pulling at it as pleasurable tingles travel through your body. 

“Gonna fill those with milk soon.” He declares, his fierce and deep voice confident while he squeezes your breasts in his hand. 

He took off any remaining layers on himself, deciding he delayed this enough. He was kind of nervous at your reaction. 

You look in horror at his monstrous manhood, huge, absolutely huge and the thickness towards the end could compare to a coke can, a fizzy common drink you saw servants indulge in. 

“ it’s not going to fit.” You say, folding your legs against your chest protectively. This huge thing, inside you ? Hah. 

“Yes it is.” He growls. But he softens his tone when he sees the intimidated look on your face. 

“Don’t worry.” Even though you still wanted to protest, you realize that it’s not like he can help his size, so you nod cautiously. 

He takes hold of your ankles and spreads them further apart, revealing your juicy core. 

A white pearl of precum gathers at the tip of his dick, glistening and proof of his excitement at finally being able to breed you and claim your body. His balls were full and ready to be milked inside your walls. 

“There, you can hold my hand. And tell me if it hurts.” You nod, and he interlocks his fingers with yours while his other hand adjusts his cock at your entrance. He pushed it inside, smoothly at first and he had to bite his lip to contain the whine that was going to slip out. A few inches in and you were gripping his hand until both of your knuckles turn white. 

“It hurts.” You rasp out. Well that’s troublesome, less then half his cock is inside. 

Despite how tempting it is to just ram it all in, and bask in the warmth of your walls, he gave you his word. So he pulls out, his length wet from your juices. 

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder and goes eye level with your cute, tight little hole that didn’t manage to take him. 

He gathers saliva in his mouth, then sticks his tongue inside. His warm muscle fucks you for a few minutes, thrusting in and out and relaxing your rigid walls. 

But when you start moaning for release, he takes his wet muscle out. 

Half of his length slips right in from your wetness. 

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers in yours yet again. Your hot walls clamp around him, and as he pushes his length in more and more, your tightness becomes comparable to a piece of cloth stretched too thin. It feels as if he’s going to rip you apart. 

Tears slide down your face, he’s too much. “Katsuki, it hurts…” he squeezes your hand, and begins kissing your tears away, distracting you from the painful penetration. 

“I’m all in honey. It’s ok.” He rasps out. You sigh in relief. It hurts so badly, but you’ll bear with it like a good mate. 

He stays still for a few moments, cockwarming you, while he tries to restrain his raging dragon. He growls in satisfaction, having popped your cherry and claimed your body. His scent is all over your body, even your insides. 

He begins moving his hips, hungry for the friction. You start to relax slightly, and after a few thrusts, you start to even enjoy it. 

He moans when your walls squeeze him, squelching sounds filling the room as he picks up speed. He lays his head on your chest, sucking your mounds while his hips snap against yours. 

“‘Gonna breed you so good. You’re gonna be gorgeous, swollen and full with our hatchlings. They better look like you, gorgeous.” He rambles, his cock twitching at the thought of you nursing the hatchlings with your milk and rocking them and cooing at them. It seems that you agree with him, because you hug his body tighter and squeeze him harder. So hard that his fucking falters. 

He groans when your fingers pull his hair, pretty lips mouthing pleas to come, the broken begs sounding better then any music he’d ever heard. 

He grabs your knees, pushing them against your chest, which made your walls even tighter, and let him breach and massage untouched places. 

“Ah.” You moan loudly in surprise when his tip nudges against your crevix, your tongue lolling out lewdly. 

His expression mirrors yours as he flushes an even deeper shade of red. He groans as you tighten around him in preparation for an orgasm. 

“Tell me baby, did that feel good ?” He asks, pushing your legs against your chest even more while the sound of the room fills with his balls slapping against you. 

“Yes. Thank you- thank you. Please let me cum. I’ve been good. Please. Please.” You plead and plead, but his hips slow down in response. 

“No !” You protest. He shushed you gently, grunting at the sudden lack of pleasure coursing through his body. 

“Shh. It’s ok. I’ll let you cum if you do this one thing.” You nod eagerly in response. Anything. 

“Tell me you love me.” You almost expected the voice you heard to be animalistic and deep like Bakugo, but it’s the more humanoid one lf your husband. 

“I love you Katsuki.” 

His heart flutters, the words he’s been so desperate to hear finally come out of your mouth. His lips lay a soft peck on your lips, his tender touch soft like a lover’s touch would be. 

“I love you too kitten.” He replies, and before your brain can return to its senses, his hips begin slamming again, and in no time, you are squeezing him like a vice while you cum around his cock. He hugs your small body close to him, your soft chest against his, while his cock paints your walls white. 

“So much cum and it’s all for you. It’s gonna keep coming out because dragons have that much fucking cum for their mates-“ he rambles breathlessly, shocks still traveling through his body, “- then when it finishes, I’m gonna flip you and fuck you from behind and fill you all over again.” 

The fog was starting to clear from your head, and once again, you become aware of your sweaty bodies hugging each other close and his massive cock that's still inside you and still filling you with cum.

“Uh, you want to do it again ?” You ask, unsure whether his post orgasmic rambling his nonsensical or not. 

His red eyes look at your flushed face, and he wipes any sweat or tears sticking to it with his hand- which is fairly sweaty in its own regard, but he wanted to feel like he’s taking care of you. 

“Can I ? I- the dragon is not totally satisfied yet.” He confesses while his hand presses your bloated stomach and hisses due to his cock still being inside. He’s proud of having bloated his mate because of his seed. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it again.

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kofi

[wedreamedlove]

why did you think that Osborn and Evan are half - brother?

there are too many coincidences and symbolism in the game. however, i cannot stress enough how insignificant this is among everything else. the two men resolved their differences in their childhood already and have their own goals in life, they're practically strangers (and low-key rivals in love).

EVAN’S CLUES

in his top up [SR Milky Way Dreams], we learn that Evan has a hobby and obsession with wristwatches; he can easily take them apart and put them back together. there’s also a mention about how, as a child, he was often in immensely silent rooms with only the noise of a ticking wristwatch.

in his trajectory [SSR Illusionary Light], when he was 10 years old, he asked his father to give him his wristwatch if he got a perfect score in school and to come home. instead, Evan sees his father go to an amusement park with his other family and give the wristwatch to his son there (Osborn would be 7 years old here).

in [Chapter 13], we learn that Evan’s dad disappeared 15 years ago, putting Evan at 11 years old and Osborn at 8 years old.

back in [SSR Illusionary Light], Evan talks about losing three things when he was 12 years old and the second thing was a wristwatch that was thrown into the fireplace.

OSBORN’S CLUES

in [SSR The 400 Blows], when Osborn was 9 years old, his father was already long gone and his mother cried every day until she abandoned him at a castle where she says he’ll live a better life. (Evan would be 12 years old here).

under the read more is the excerpt of the relevant passage. by the way, Osborn’s trajectory is an hour long recording, so you can imagine how much stuff goes on in them and this part is just 1/5 of what happened to him 14 years ago. except for Charlie’s latest trajectory, everyone else’s is only 30 minutes long. these things are huge and traumatic.

[SSR The 400 Blows TRAJECTORY - 14 Years Ago Early Spring]

A tall, thin man led me into this castle. He looked at me with disgust and said this place would be my home in the future. He called me Young Master. I think it was in that moment that I suddenly understood what was called leaving. I didn't dare think about its true meaning and only desperately ran towards outside. My mother shouldn't have walked far, I thought that if I ran hard enough I could catch up to her. But I was stopped by that man. I begged them to let me out, but no one paid attention to me. This place was large, so I could only go around and around looking for an exit. I couldn't count how many times I looped around in a circle until my entire body was without energy. I crouched in a corner, crying and crying and crying until, in the end, I lost my voice. Many people walked past me and they would all pinch their nose, just like I did when I saw Old Beggar Chen. I couldn't stop from panicking and raised my arm to smell it hard, but I didn't smell anything. However, those disdainful gazes would still accompany me for many years after this. At the time, I suddenly thought that maybe Old Beggar Chen didn't actually smell bad and we had wrongly blamed him. I couldn't help but start to be scared; the living room in front of me constantly enlarged while I constantly shrunk, shrinking until I became a grain of rice. I was scared that one day I would become the Old Beggar Chen of this place. This terror made me feel that time had stopped, until I saw that boy. He didn’t look much older than me but by a few years, however his appearance was more exhausted than anyone I had seen. He asked me, "Would you like some water?". I followed him into a room. I was really thirsty and drank many cups of water, but he didn't say a thing and only sat down beside me. [movie about nezha and how it strikes a chord in Osborn, such as standing up for what's right, cutting through a thorny path without ever bowing his head, dismembering his bones to give to his father, and returning his flesh to his mother] The story ended and the room also became silent. The boy lowered his head and the gears of the watch in his hand collided with a crisp sound. He seemed to have long grown used to this silence. I knew I could never get used to it like him, so I said loudly, "Thank you for the water, I'm leaving". The boy pieced together the last gear, his lowered head staring at some spot. He said, "You can't get out of here". Following his gaze, I saw the watch wrapped loosely around my wrist. In this moment, it was the only sound in this entire room. His eyes made me feel that he really wanted this watch. So, I asked him this, but he shook his head with his eyes like an adult. Suddenly, I saw the shadow of my father. I took apart the watch and took out its core. He accepted it, his solemn appearance making me feel that it was a heart I had just plucked out from my own body. The originally silent watch face began to turn and the originally turning watch face became silent. He scrutinized me for a moment and then got up to open a door. I hastily ran into the light and then glanced back at him. Why did I feel that he had a bit of envy and a bit of longing? I couldn't help but ask him, "Do you want to go together?". He only shook his head and quickly closed the door, as if his earlier appearance was some sort of offence. I felt I must have seen wrong, why would he envy me? My father suddenly left, my mother sent me away without a sound. What was there to envy about this? [...]

[areyouawakexd]

everything is a lot

[2.5k words]

People don’t get too many second chances in life.

It’s kinda defined in the word–second chance. Two. Two chances. And well–Ranboo got his two chances. And to be sorta honest, he felt like he failed both of them.

Now she sat curled up in a glass box surrounded by quickly-filling water. A limbo she thought she escaped. Lady Death promised to make the situation slightly better–she delivered, alright. When Ranboo spawned back into limbo she found a framed picture of Tubbo, Michael, and her–and a blanket. Wow. Such an improvement. Nice.

They played with the locket idly and stared at the picture. They felt like they’d already been here a century, a decade. The “other” them left behind a mess–cracks in the glass, water seeping into the bottom. But Ranboo was trying not to think about that. Instead, they were trying their hardest to replay their last day on earth over and over again–so they wouldn’t forget. They couldn’t forget. They were–

Oh jeez. Ranboo pressed a paw to his stomach, grimacing. What did I eat before I left? Huh? Why do I have a–

/tp Ranboo -3 -3 -3

Ranboo anxiously grabbed at the glass walls of her cage, but it was no use. She was torn away from limbo again. The wind whistled in her ears as her body was stolen from one realm into another, one hell into an even more aggravating one. She pinched her eyes closed and almost bit her tongue from the sheer force pressing down on her. And then she was being dropped into the middle of a half-circle of gods. She stumbled over herself, fell, then looked around with wide, terrified eyes.

“Um.” Ranboo scrambled to their feet, holding their paws close to their chest. They stumbled to grab the locket hanging from their neck. “Uh. Where–” They froze upon seeing XD and then unfroze upon seeing Ph1l. “What’s–Ph1l? What’s–what the hell is going on?”

Ph1l opened his mouth to speak and was interrupted by Lady Death picking him up by the back of his neck and setting him down in what looked to be a high chair. He glanced at her, embarrassed, before waving bleakly to his friend. “Hi maaate…”

“Hey Ranboo,” Foolish chirped. Ranboo glared at him as if he were an alien. Foolish waved.

“What’s the meaning of this, my Lord?” Lady Death said. For once, Ranboo felt tiny–the lady was at least twenty feet tall, if not more. “The boy just died.”

“Welcome to the Pantheon room…” Ph1l croaked, his wings shuffling awkwardly behind him.

“Yeahh!” Drista grinned, leaning over the table. “Welcome to the party, Ranboo! Like it here? We sure don’t!”

Ranboo shrunk away from her, his tail going between his legs. “Okay, this–” His mouth opened and no words came out. “Why am I–why am I here?” He noticed Callahan and took a few nervous steps forward, waving while keeping his paw to his chest. “Uh, hello? Hey, um. I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”

Callahan looked like they were about to bash their head into the table in front of them. Instead, they said, “I brought you here. We need to discuss the conditions around your revival and your now-return, and I thought it would be best for you to witness.”

Ranboo wrung her paws nervously. “That’s–okay. Okay. Cool. That’s cool. Okay.”

“I personally think it would be cruel for this to happen again,” Callahan dictated, looking around at the gods gathered. “Because the issues of limbo have been caused by ourselves, I find it would be awful to send an undeserving soul back to it. Sending her back won’t fix the fact that the revival happened. It’s already over and done with.”

“That’s true,” Lani hummed, tapping her finger against her cheek. “It’s unjust to do that.”

“The reason all of you are still here is because I would like to hear everyone’s thoughts on this.” Callahan knotted their hands–hooves?–together. “You all have unique perspectives because of your jobs and your thoughts.”

Drista was deep in thought. “I mean, it’s kinda not-cool to put the ghost back. The soul’s fragmented, right?”

“Is putting a soul that doesn’t deserve to suffer back into a situation like that…” Callahan sighed. “Is that really justice?”

Lady Death raised her hand. “I would love to have the limbo be destroyed, personally. I want to let every soul free. Lord Callahan, I am begging you to let me revive Ranboo.”

Callahan nodded. “I know. And you wish to revive the child, too.”

“Apple slices?” Foolish offered Ranboo. Ranboo stared at him before shaking her head solemnly.

“It…” Lani drifted off before sighing. “The revival was disorderly, but I think that… It’s, well, orderly to leave things as fate intended.”

Ranboo stared at her blankly. “You know I’m like right here right.”

She paled before laughing nervously. “Oh, I know. I think you should live, since what’s done is done.”

“I think it’s unfair to other souls that Ranboo is treated differently,” XD snapped, tapping his fingers against the table impatiently. “What about my son, hm? Or the children of millions of parents out there?”

Callahan rubbed their temple tiredly. “We are discussing your son as well, XD.”

“Glass passed because XD was unable to protect him at that time,” Ph1l chirped. He was kicking his legs under the high chair. “Since that was also because of godly affairs, I say we free Glass too.”

XD was frowning. “...Thank you.”

“Please,” HD mumbled, her eyes soft. “Can we free Glass?”

Ph1l bit his lip thoughtfully. “I, um. I don’t know if I have a say in this, but…”

Lady Death smiled down at him lovingly. “With everything you’ve done, you should have a say.” There were murmurs of agreement amongst the gods.

“That’s not really right, though,” Lani interjected. “One was revived before, it makes sense to stay on that course, but–Glass? Just because he’s favored? Why should any loved soul stay dead, then?”

“Just because he’s favored?” HD planted their hands on the table in front of them angrily. “Glass was killed because of what happened to XD. If XD hadn’t been punished so strangely, it would still be alive.”

“I just–” XD sighed. “Well, I’m thinking about it. It’s still unfair. What’s done is done. We shouldn’t mess with the universe any further.”

“Says the person who revived them in the first place,” Lady Death snapped. “You are in no place to speak, XD.”

“I’m weak in this domain–that’s.” Lani blanched. “I would cease to exist here. If you just released everyone. The disorder–”

“This is dangerous,” XD snapped. “Setting a precedent.”

“All things we do set precedents,” Callahan sighed, dropping their head into their hands.

“I say we free them,” Drista chirped. She looked around excitedly. “C’mon, guys. Have some kindness. Ain’t that our job?” She snickered.

Ranboo opened her mouth to speak and was interrupted by Lady Death picking him up by the back of his suit and lifting him up. She sat him down on Ph1l’s seat and instead perched Ph1l on her shoulder. Ranboo glanced at her, smiled tensely, then went back to what she was about to say. “I mean, okay, just–I thought the whole–shouldn’t dead things, uh, stay dead? Like, I know this isn’t–this isn’t my, um, say and all, but wouldn’t just reviving uh, everyone. Be a bad idea?”

“You’d like to stay dead, hm?” XD scoffed. “Pathetic.”

Ph1l looked to Ranboo with an empathetic expression. “Ranboo, please.”

“Ranboo…” Foolish hummed sadly.

“Well I’m just saying–” Ranboo cleared their throat. “I mean, the thing is, if you–if you just start reviving everyone then what’s–what’s even the point of, of, uh–” They shrunk in the seat they’d been placed into, wringing their paws anxiously. “I, um. Yeah okay I’ll just–”

“C’mon little buddy, fight for yourself,” EXE snapped. “For your kid. Wanna just leave your kid behind like that? You’re a coward, dude. A coward.”

“Okay, okay.” Ranboo shrunk even lower. “Yeah, this is–okay.”

“EXE.” Callahan rang their bell, annoyed. “Lay off. Dude just died.”

“What?” EXE said, looking around. “It’s fucked up. Doesn’t anyone else see that?”

“I didn’t want to leave anybody behind,” Ranboo mewed into their paws. “I–”

“We’re all sitting here fighting the universe itself trying to make this right and this kid isn’t fuckin’ helping,” EXE exclaimed. “Like, the least you could do is be quiet. It’s like–you don’t want to get back to your family?”

“EXE,” HD whispered. “Shush.”

“But what I’m saying is you guys are just–just reviving whoever you want?” Ranboo tried to sit up a little straighter. “It’s just like you guys are playing with souls and–”

“Ranboo, your respect for order is admirable,” Lani said. “Thank you for speaking up.”

“He’s bringing up good points,” XD interrupted, his wings shuffling behind him as he thought. “Is this our task as gods?”

Ranboo scoffed. “I would say thank you but honestly you’re the last person I want to talk to.”

Ph1l raised his hand. “May I suggest something?”

Callahan was hiding their face in their hands. They took the time to mutter, “Go ahead, Ph1l.”

Ph1l cleared his throat. “Well, every action has an equal and opposite reaction, right? We’re reviving someone who was revived by Godly affairs, and someone who died because of Godly affairs.

“If we make it a precedent that, outside of my Lady and I who literally have our job to deal with these souls, souls that would not have been affected if not for godly intervention, those get released. Then the precedent is set that gods other than Death and revival gods can’t interfere with mortal souls, and if actions are taken that lead to the death of a mortal without our input, then the soul will be put the way it should be and in the future, the god will be punished.” Ph1l looked around steadily. “We’re setting the record straight. No more fucking around with mortal souls without talking to us.”

Lady Death pat him on the head proudly. “Well put, darling.”

Callahan nodded thoughtfully. “I approve of this.”

“That…” Lani smiled. “That sounds fine. I think I could be with that ongoing.”

“I don’t see why we are giving the bird’s words so much weight,” XD grumbled. “He isn’t a god.”

Lady Death glared across the pantheon at him. “You don’t act like much of one either.”

His wings shot out angrily. “Excuse me?”

“I serve my Lady,” Ph1l rushed. “I’ll relay messages. I will not make decisions without her input or permission. I will not act without her approval.”

Lani crossed her arms. “Please do not talk to my father disrespectfully, XD. It’s unbecoming.”

Callahan rang their bell again, annoyed. “Okay, I’m putting a stop this before any petty arguments break out again. Shush shush.” They sighed and stared at Ranboo, obviously exasperated. “Ranboo, are you ready to go back? For real this time. Nobody will reap your soul unless you die again.”

Ranboo sat up quickly. “Oh, shoot. We’re–we’re doing this? Like actually?”

XD raised his hand. “We didn’t do a vote.”

Callahan rolled their eyes. “Fine, we will do a formal vote. Those in favor say aye. Those against say nay. We’ll go in order. I shall start, Lani you go next. Ph1l, Ranboo–you are excluded.” Callahan cleared their throat. “Aye.”

“Aye,” Lani hummed.

Drista scrunched her nose. “I hate to agree with order, but yeah. Aye.”

Foolish perked up. “Aye.”

Lady Death looked wistful. “Aye.”

EXE had h1s chin balanced on h1s palm. H3 glanced at Ranboo before sighing. “Aye.”

“Nay,” XD grumbled.

“XD’s vote doesn’t count,” Foolish exclaimed quickly. “Callahan–”

“It does,” Callahan sighed. “Continue. HD.”

HD leaned over the table so she could shoot a smile at Ranboo. “I wish you good luck. Aye.” She leaned back. “Happy new year.”

Callahan smiled. “Happy new year, Lord.” They rang the bell happily. “Lady Death, can you revive her? Ph1l, you will deliver her back to the overworld. If that’s alright with you.” Ph1l lit up. “I get to do it?” He shuffled about happily on Lady Death’s shoulder. “I’m–I’m willing.”

Callahan nodded. “Bring her back to wherever she needs to be.” Then they cleared their throat. “Anything you wanna say before you go while you have the entire pantheon’s ears, Ranboo?”

“Don’t be shy,” HD hummed, “you can do it, starlight.”

“Got a message for the gods little dude?” EXE snickered.

Ph1l reached his hand out to Ranboo, extending a gentle smile. “You can do it, mate.”

Ranboo sat up quickly. “Sorry, sorry, what’s–I think I stopped, uh, listening. What’s going on? Am I getting–getting revived or not?” When the gods murmured approval, he blanched. “OH. Oh. Oh my god. Um. That’s–okay. That’s good. That’s good.”

“I was asking if you wanted to say anything else while you’ve got the ear of all the gods,” Callahan repeated, smiling. “One chance, as they say.”

Ranboo thought for a moment. “Um, thank you? And–and also, XD? Just one thing. Just–just one thing, real quick.”

XD hadn’t been paying attention. He looked up, disinterested. “What now?”

One chance. Ranboo got one chance. They sat up a little straighter in their seat and blocked off their thoughts, refusing to let any of them air. One chance.

“Fuck you.” Ranboo’s words echoed in the silence of the pantheon. “If I ever see you in Snowchester, near Tubbo? I’ll kill you myself.”

Ph1l lit up like a kid on Christmas and giggled quietly. When the rest of the pantheon was deathly quiet he planted his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his excitement.

“All yours, Lady Death.” Callahan rang the bell again. “Have a good time, Ranboo. Happy new year.” They smiled. “And, while you’re at it… go pay a visit to Glass. Let him free.”

Lady Death beamed. She let Ph1l off of her shoulder so she could face the chair she had placed Ranboo in and extend her palm. Ranboo glanced up at her, down at her palm, before anxiously climbing on. She lifted him to her face and looked at him with eyes filled with love.

“Happy new year, darling.” She used her pointer finger to ruffle their hair. “Be good, okay? Tell Tubbo I said hi.”

With that, the goddess of death pressed a quick kiss to Ranboo’s forehead. At first Ranboo didn’t feel anything, then there was a sudden burst of energy that coursed through her bones. She shook her hands excitedly before letting out a wild grin and a nervous giggle, jumping from foot to foot. Lady Death laughed before setting her on the table next to Ph1l, who immediately crushed her in a massive bear hug.

“Happy new year, mate,” Ph1l laughed. He held Ranboo’s face proudly. “I’m so proud of you. Ready to go home?”

“Am I,” Ranboo sobbed. He ran his hand across his eyes, laughing. “Am I! Jeez!”

Ph1l laughed and pulled Ranboo into another hug. Ranboo melted into him, laughing.

People didn’t get second chances often. It’s kinda defined in the word–second chance. Two. Two chances. Ranboo had her two chances. But standing here, right in front of her, was a defiance of the trope.

She promised herself she wouldn’t waste this one.

[s0ulm8s]

boys like you (1.0)

✿ summary : alone and left in a mansion with nothing but your canvases and the dust slowly collecting on the window sills - a commission and a call from a childhood friend completely changes your life.

✿ genre : ot7 x f!reader, poly au, hybrid au, soulmate au, deer!seokjin, black panther!yoongi, great dane!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, bunny!jungkook

✿ warnings : mentions of death, maybe some mentions of assault, some fluff, reader is described as small (i.e smaller than jimin), slight age gap (reader is younger than jungkook)

✿ word count : 2.2K

✿ author’s note : i am inexperienced in hybrid aus, smut, and series so pls bare with me (not proofread yet)

✿ series masterlist! | 2.0

making yourself buckle down and work on the piece in front of you had proven to be more of a task than you had originally anticipated. the wide expanse of blank canvas you had stretched yourself 3 weeks ago, mocked you from the the sun room. it was only four days before you had to deliver your piece that you had really forced yourself to pick up a paint brush and do something useful.

the endless days spent alone in the vast building you now called home was doing a number on your psyche. the sheer loneliness seemed to eat away at not only your sanity but aided to your artist’s block - it was truly a gruesome cycle. locked away in an beautiful estate that you never asked for.

not only that, but working from home and having an all but nonexistent social life in a country you only permanently moved to a year prior was a fate worse than you had imagined.

you huffed, finally setting your small brush down on the easel, stepping back to assess your final draft. despite being so unmotivated and plum out of ideas, you were still proud of what you created - you had promised yourself long ago that you’d never sell a piece you abhorred, and you’d remained true to that promise thus far.

a blaring ring ripped you out of your critical trance trained on the landscape in front of you, startling you as your heartbeat quickened in pace.

“hello?” you answered, soft voice flowing through the other end as you anticipated the response from the unknown caller.

“yah! y/n! is that you?” the voice that responded was loud and excited, the baritone of it something you could never forget. a staple soundtrack from the summers you spent with your father in south korea.

“mingi? how’d you get my number?” you asked, a genuine smile flooding your face at the sound of his familiar laugh on the other end. 

of course, the two of you had stayed in brief contact since meeting as children. but as you grew, you saw less of each other. three years ago he and his boyfriend, yunho, had successfully started their own rehabilitation and adoption center for hybrids. the first year was hard, but the business quickly gained popularity and as the creator - he’d been exceptionally busy since her permanent move to south korea. they had two permanent doctors on staff, kim hongjoong and park seonghwa, along with a 24 hour staff. the workers were really exceptional, but you had only ever met their core group when the business first started. which included: choi san, jung wooyoung, choi jongho, kang yeosang, the two doctors, and of course the two owners.

“you were commissioned by a friend of mine! which is actually why i wanted to reach out.” he answered happily as your breathing evened and heartbeat finally settled.

“it’s good to hear from you, really. what can i do for you?” you asked sweetly, and mingi only briefly thought about teasing you for your soft tone and giving nature.

“would you be able to come to the adoption wing today? i’m working here all day as we’ve some new hybrids ready to find a new home. maybe in about an hour? you could join me on my rounds and we could talk. i’d like to see you, anyways. i’ve missed you.” mingi spoke professionally, but his admission made tears prick at your eyes. he almost sounded like the sixteen year old boy who had stolen your first kiss when visiting your father that summer and the memory of when things were simpler stung in your chest. your cheeks flushed. mingi smiled at your silence, knowing he had flustered his best childhood friend. you narrowed your eyes briefly, as he had tried to convince you many times in the past to adopt a hybrid of your own - but you had declined, not entirely convinced that you could provide an exceptional life for another being. because even though your knowledge on hybrids wasn't nearly as advanced as mingi’s, you still knew the basics. they weren't just animals, they were human. and there was no guarantee there. there never was with humans. you hesitate.

“y-yes. i can come by, i’ve just got to swing by and deliver my painting beforehand.” you answered as you both agreed on the meeting the time. “oh, and mingi? i’ve missed you, too.” you said genuinely as he broke into a toothy smile. it had been ages since he’d seen you, and though he knew he could blame it on his work - he didn’t know how to face you after the death of your father. he couldn’t bring himself to be there for you, to see you so broken, and he had blamed himself for that everyday. it was a relief to hear you say it. you had always been so forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

after bidding your goodbyes to the tall boy on the other side of the phone, you quickly changed clothes into something not completely ruined by the muted pigments of your paint, loaded up in your small suv, and you were off.

the delivery of your piece went smoothly, no heckling or disapproving gazes from the wealthy couple, which made your trip to TWILIGHT that much faster. you pushed open the double doors connected to the building in the right wing, clearly labeled ADOPTION. 

the smell of roses and lavender was strong in the reception area, the scent was welcoming and calming as you walked up to the front desk. 

“y/n!” the dark haired boy behind the computer called, finally rolling away from behind the screen. kang yeosang. “it’s so good to see you!” he exclaimed, eyes scanning your face as he made his way around the counter and pulled you into a soft embrace.

“likewise, yeo! it’s been a while hasn't it?” you ask rhetorically as you stare up at his daunting height.

“mmm” he hummed with a nod, releasing you. “i'll let mingi know you’re here.” he called, returning to his place behind the sleek desk, paging mingi, and then proceeding to catch up with you.

the small conversation didn’t last long before a pair of heavy footsteps drug your gaze to the wide staircase, mingi barreling down them.

you braced yourself as the giant scooped you up into a bone crushing embrace, spinning your small frame around in a circle as he let out a happy laugh. your arms snaked around the man’s neck to secure your place and return the hug.

you giggled happily as mingi finally set you down in your original place, looking down at you excitedly. had he gotten taller? impossible. maybe you had shrunk?

after an exchange of excited greetings, mingi gestured to his clipboard before finally asking, “you ready?”

you nodded softly and followed close behind as he guided you down the halls of the adoption center. he gave you the rundown of their center, showing you the wide expanse of spotless rooms sealed in by plexiglass to show the hybrids ready to be rescued. he explained that most hybrids were separated by predator, prey, species, breed, etc. but many were grouped together with their respective packs. the rooms were quite lavish, but not very homey. but what could you expect from an adoption clinic? the point was to find homes.

you passed many show exhibits, watching intently at the small dogs or tall humans sitting in the rooms patiently, playing with one another or napping quietly. you cooed at a few.

“so i asked to see you because i’d love to have your art displayed in our business.” he propositioned, leading you into an empty room as the automatic doors opened and shut behind you. you nodded, heart lurching a bit as you recalled your artist’s block. you shook the thought away as you observed the room. it was large, littered with scattered pieces of nice furniture and random toys. “ideally, i’d love to have your pieces throughout the whole establishment but this is my main concern.” he finished, gesturing to the empty space on the large wall, the one you’re faced with when first entering.

“are you wanting a mural?” you ask, voice now stable and a bit louder. 

“i'd like the piece to cover the majority of the wall, but i’d rather have it on canvas if that’s doable. in case it needs to be moved.” he explained as you nodded, taking in rough measurements of the space as mingi explained his vision for the space - effectively helping you circulate a few ideas on what you could create. you accepted his offer as he discussed payment and supplies with you, adding in an extra cost at the large measurement of the canvas you’d need custom made.

the air in the room grew a bit thick at the sound of a small beep, alerting the two of you to another door opening. your skin was now a bit hot and you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. your fingers tingled a bit. usually a foreign feeling such as the one you were experiencing would send you into a panic, but it didn’t. if anything you felt quite calm as you looked on inquisitively at the distant thump coming toward the two of you.

“ah, it’s look like some of our hybrids are finished with their check ups.” mingi announced as you nodded lazily. he turned to you. “we usually send them into the lounge area for about an hour after routine check ups. helps them calm down.”

suddenly, you could pay no mind to mingi’s words as a black bunny rounded the corner, back foot slapping the tile exceptionally hard every so often as you smiled down at the creature happily. it stopped in it’s tracks as it’s gaze landed upon you, rearing up on it’s back legs, and tilting it’s head innocently as it examined you. 

you knelt down to greet him, the bunny immediately approaching you and sniffing your hand before accepting you and nuzzling into you closer. mingi was taken aback as he observed the usually reserved and nervous rabbit.

“hello.” you cooed, stroking the bunny effortlessly, careful to avoid his ears and tail, briefly recalling how sensitive they could be. “what’s your name?” you asked as mingi coughed.

“this is jeongguk, he’s one of our younger hyrbrids. the youngest in his pack.” he told you as you picked the bunny up and set him into your small lap. mingi almost gasped at the interaction between you and the rabbit as you pet him happily.

your trance was interrupted at the light purr and brush of a small calico next to you. you instinctively reach out to pet him, as he rubbed into your hand. “and who might you be?”

“this is jimin, the two are in a pack.” mingi attempted to explain, trying to understand the absence of jimin’s usually protective behavior and unable to tell you the full story before you asked him something he was not expecting.

“and they’re ready to be adopted?” you asked softly, not even looking up at mingi as he stuttered. the idea of adopting a hybrid didn’t seem so far-fetched now at how taken you were with the two animals in your lap. you could handle the bunny and cat, without a doubt.

“y-yes but we only adopt out entire packs together and -”

“of course, i wouldn’t dream of separating them. is there anyway i could meet them properly, as soon as i possible i think -” you interrupt. starting to gush a bit, voice hushed and excitable.

mingi cut you off, “no, y/n. you aren’t listening. they aren’t just a pack of two.” he sighed, as your gaze finally met his. “in fact they aren’t just bunny and calico, they’re pack also includes that of a wolf, black panther, deer, great dane, and tiger... their pack has been hard to adopt out as it’s so rare for such a large mix of predators and prey... but they found each other and experienced a lot together... it was only inevitable. and we can’t separate them, we refuse to. and they won’t leave one another.” he finally finished explaining as your expression fell. you let out a breath. seven hybrids. all male. and three apex predators, at that. the thought of suddenly thrusting seven knew faces - seven new men - into your home was intimidating to say the least.

you looked down at the two animals in your lap, the bunny almost looked cresfallen. gauging your reaction as his big brown eyes stared at you expectantly. as if he knew you’d reject him. mingi continued rambling on about how many adopters had expressed interest in at least one of the pack but were never willing to bring in all seven. it hurt your heart as you watched on the bunny and calico.

the estate your father had left you was empty, though. begging to be occupied. you had more than enough room and were blessed with an untouched inheritance. maybe this is what you should use it for. you had always felt too guilty to spend it. but nothing seemed more right, which was a shocking realization to someone who never thought they’d adobt a hybrid.

“could i meet them? the seven of them? i’d at least want to give them a chance... truthfully, i dont think i can leave them behind.” you admitted softly, the bunny and cat both perked up, ears raised and twitching.

“of course. i can arrange a meeting and speak with them tonight... i’ll gather their files for you to take home tonight. can you make it back in again tomorrow?” mingi asked after a deafening pause of hesitation, mouth hanging agape before coming back into reality.

“i’ll be here.”

[mypoisonedvine]

Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned.  “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend.  not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular.  you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve.  it was sort of a comedy of errors, really.  you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.  

things change for boys and girls in middle school.  guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much.  girls, though... girls need to be sharp.  it’s eat or be eaten.  and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early.  it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it.  and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.  

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins.  they laughed at you.  for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again.  so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart.  and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it.  he called you out.  he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.”  that was what he said.  and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation.  and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls.  so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve?  as if.  did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket?  and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed.  it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock.  she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it.  and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that.  tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors.  so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own.  you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke.  when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong.  (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant.  didn’t even help you pay for the abortion.  he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’.  and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years.  you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview.  and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor.  you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide.  he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit.  you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name.  and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded.  “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office.  you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all.  you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you.  “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you.  take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile.  an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?” 

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged.  “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked.  he just grinned.  “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly.  “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me.  I understand.  I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied.  “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school.  your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one.  have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money?  yeah,” you admitted.  

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms.  “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now.  I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed.  “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention.  “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat.  you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed.  “you’re just underqualified.  but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that.  “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one.  so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad.  but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that.  all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that.  “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job.  what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking.  and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned.  “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash.  maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse.  maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed.  “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you.  “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards.  “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly.  when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face.  and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned.  “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more.  you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck.  you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth?  god, you’re so fucking desperate.  just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth.  he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed.  “so much better when you just do what you’re told.  I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth.  now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it.  can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans.  get up, bend over my desk.”

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told.  he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained.  “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock?  poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly.  “good.  cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly.  you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in.  “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust.  his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place.  makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped. 

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy?  is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly.  he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby?  want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead.  “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his.  “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would.  such a good girl for me, huh?  such a good little slut.  want me to use you, baby?  take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible.  but it felt good.  so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” 

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls.  you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed.  “see what you do to me?  fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on.  you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek.  you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing.  “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”