#until I also inevitably fell in love with him of c

[meganelixabethh]

Growing up is understanding why Beckett hated Castle so much in the beginning. Overgrown man child with more money than sense fetishes your job, uses nepotism to start following you around and then makes passive aggressive comments about what you’re doing? I wouldn’t use his fucking coffee machine either.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Fantasy High Incorrect Quotes

Fig: I can explain.

Sandra Lynn: Can you?

Fig: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

~

Kristen: A theif.

Adaine: Thief?

Kristen: Theif.

Adaine: I before E, except after C.

Kristen: Thceif.

Adaine: No

~

Somebody: How many kids do you have?

Jawbone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

~

Riz: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Fabian's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

~

Kristen: Change is inedible.

Gorgug: Don't you mean inevitable?

Kristen, spitting out coins: No, I did not

~

Riz: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Sklonda: You're like 15 years old

Riz: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~

Fig: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Fabian: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

~

Jawbone: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Kristen: Thank you

Jawbone: I didn't say that was a good thing

Kristen: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

~

Fig giving bardic: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Gorgug: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

~

Riz: Please, I'm begging you go to Kristen.

Fabian: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

~

Kipperlily: Okay. I get it. We’ve had a really hard time lately, we’re stressed out, seven people died-

Ivy: Twelve, actually.

Kipperlily: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Oisin: Yours!

Kipperlily: That's right: no one's.

~

Fabian: Okay, truth or dare?

Riz: Truth

Fabian: How many hours have you slept this week?

Riz:

Riz: ...Dare

Fabian: Go to bed.

Riz: I don’t like this game.

~

Gorgug: Why are you on the floor?

Fig: I'm depressed.

Fig: Also I was stabbed, can you get Kristen, please.

~

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Jawbone please come to the front desk?

Jawbone, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Fig and Kristen*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Fig and Kristen, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Jawbone: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~

Riz: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Sklonda: Riz no.

Adaine: Mistlefoe.

Sklonda: Please stop encouraging him.

~

Adaine: Hey Kristen,

Kristen: Yes?

Adaine: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Kristen:

Kristen: Where’s Aelwyn?

~

Fabian: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Adaine: Just rip the bandage off.

Fabian: It’s Aelwyn.

Adaine: Put the bandage back on.

~

Riz: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Fabian: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Riz: Yes!

Kristen: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

~

Jawbone: I trust the Bad Kids.

Sandra Lynn: You think they know what they're doing?

Jawbone: I wouldn't go that far.

~

Fig: If Kristen and I were drowning, who would you save?

Adaine: You two can’t swim?

Kristen: It’s a hypothetical question, Adaine! who would you save?

Adaine: my time and effort.

~

Fig: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Gorgug: You were flirting with Ayda.

Fig: So what? She’s my girlfriend.

Gorgug: You asked her if she was single.

Fig:

Gorgug: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

~

Fig: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Kristen: The car takes a screenshot.

Gorgug, fixing the Hangvan: For the last time, get the fuck out.

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Fabian: Shit.

Riz: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Fig: OH MY GOD KRISTEN FELL OFF!!!

~

Fig: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Kristen: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Fig: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ADAINE WITH ME

Gorgug, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Riz: *Gently taps table*

Adaine: *Taps back*

Kristen: What are they doing?

Fabian: Morse code.

Riz: *Aggressively taps table*

Adaine: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~

Gorgug: Riz isn’t answering his phone

Fabian: I’ll call

Gorgug: Adaine and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Riz: Hello?

~

Adaine: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Fabian: Rude.

Fig: That’s fair.

Kristen: Not again.

Riz: Are you going to want this back?

~

Adaine: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Fig: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Kristen: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Riz: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Sandra Lynn: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

~

Adaine: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Fabian: Several traffic violations.

Kristen: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Riz: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Fig: Also, that’s not our car.

~

Adaine: Are we really going to let Fabian keep Riz?

Fig: We kept Kristen.

~

Fabian, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Kristen: Hey.

Adaine: Hi.

Gorgug: Hello.

Fig: Hey!

Fabian: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Riz: We were out of Doritos.

[alamhiganelezen]

Shamagi's Wrestling Corner - NXT No Mercy (2024)

//Sorry for taking so long with this one. I had other things going on. Anyway, enjoy my 2nd installment in this series for what was a very good PPV. My next one will be for AEW All Out (2024).

The NXT x TNA collaboration is the best thing to happen to NXT since the Black-and-Gold era. Getting to see so many talented TNA wrestlers get the spotlight on WWE TV and PLEs (even if it's mostly just NXT) has been an absolute treat and this PLE continued to deliver.

NXT Tag Team Title match: Axiom & Nathan Frazer def. Chase U (Andre Chase & Ridge Holland) (c) - TITLE CHANGE!!! (****)

What better way to open the PLE than with some high flying tag team action. Both teams put on an absolute clinic. Nate and Axiom also get their titles back, and then Ridge Holland turns heel on Chase U to shock the crowd. Not much else to say, really.

Zachary Wentz def. Wes Lee (****1/4)

No title, just a really intense blood feud between two former brothers in arms. The start was a little lackluster, but the rest was essentially a 5 star match to make up for it. They were pounding each other senseless to try and claim superiority and going all out from bell to bell. Then Zach get the assist from Trey Miguel to take the win. I can't wait to see how this feud continues to develop.

NXT Women's North American Title match: Kelani Jordan (c) def. Wendy Choo (**1/2)

The only real stinker on this card. This match could have been a lot better, but it really feels like Wendy Choo is being held back by the character she's playing as she's demonstrated far better in ring ability elsewhere. Instead it felt like Kelani was doing most of the heavy lifting to try and make this match passable. I'd skip this one.

NXT North American Title match: Oba Femi (c) def. Tony D'Angelo (***1/2)

Good effort, Tony. Until now no one had ever kicked out of Oba Femi's powerbomb. But if anything, this only proves that you can delay the inevitable. Oba Femi is an absolute monster and I'd love to see him get a Gunther-like reign with this belt to solidify him in that role. The best part is, he still has a lot of potential to be even better. He'll be tearing it up on the main roster soon enough.

NXT Women's Title match: Roxanne Pérez (c) def. Jaida Parker (****1/2)

My pick for Match of the Night. Roxy continues to put on banger after banger, with this one being one of her best yet. She and Jaida were on the top of their game, and while I honestly would have been fine with Roxy losing I'm glad she retained because we then got to witness the debut of Giulia in WWE! I am so fucking excited for what she's gonna do and I think she'll be the one to dethrone Roxy, most likely as soon as Halloween Havoc. Plus she's half-Doman like me!!! DOMA REPRESENT!

NXT Title match: Ethan Page (c) def. Joe Hendry (special guest referee: Trick Williams) (****)

I'm gonna be honest: this would have been 5 stars if Joe Hendry won. That said, I did go into this match expecting him to lose as he's a TNA wrestler and there's no way WWE would have allowed a non-WWE wrestler to take one of their titles. Still, there was one reason I was invested in this match as much as I was: BELIEF! The whole crowd was behind Joe Hendry. They were singing his theme, they were chanting "We believe!" the whole time, and Joe absolutely fed off of their energy the whole match. He is legitimately the most over babyface in wrestling right now and to have Ego retain feels like a huge missed opportunity. Not to mention the ending kinda fell flat, with Trick Williams (playing the role of guest referee) stopping the count of the backup ref to bail out Joe only to count the pinfall to 3 when Ethan Page hit Ego's Edge for the win. Regardless, this match was really fun to watch and I pray Joe Hendry wins the big one, at least in TNA.

Overall rating: ***3/4

Unfortunately Kelani vs. Wendy was bad enough to drag this show below a 4 star rating, but the rest of the card was so good that it only just barely missed the cut. The tag team match, Zach vs. Wes, and Roxy vs. Jaida are all certified bangers, and while it could have been a lot more the main event ultimately delivered.

Now, sing it with me one more time:

SAY HIS NAME AND HE APPEARS

I BELIEVE IN JOE HENDRY

I BELIEVE IN JOE HENDRY

CAUSE THEY LOVE HIM IN LIMSA AND ISHGARD AND ALA MHIGO

TULIYOLLAL, THAVNAIR AND SHARLAYAN AND WACHUNPELO

THEY SAY "I BELIEVE IN JOE HENDRY

I BELIEVE IN JOE HENDRY"

WAVE YOUR HANDS FROM SIDE TO SIDE AND SAY

"I BELIEVE IN JOE HENDRY

AND JOE HENDRY IS THE PRESTIGIOUS ONE!"

//I really need to make Shamagi do Joe Hendry gposes

[askteikoku]

NaruMura with 21: Through a song ❤️

First of all sorry everyone for the disappearence, I got sick. I also passing for an art block so I only add the writting but as soon as I recover for this too I'll try to do some chibis for each ficlet! Here you have! Hope you'll like it!

Narukami had never fallen in love with anyone, he had spent his fourteen years up to that point with no interest in anyone else and love was a strange and abstract concept that only appeared frequently in the songs he listened to. A phenomenon that occurred around him uniting his friends but that did not directly affect him.

If he didn't expect to fall in love, much less did he expect that the person who finally managed to reach his heart lived more than two thousand kilometers from his city.

And yet it was inevitable for him to fall in love with the Oumihara team's engaging tactician, Otomura, whom he met during a Teikoku match against the Okinawan team when he was in his second year of middle school.

He was surprised that the captain of the Oumihara was good friends with Kidou and Otonashi, they told him how they had met a year before and how they recruited Tsunami, who also was a great friend of Fudou's and who was screaming in the sea at that time ​​because the pinkhead took his friend surfing in the same table and due to Fudou’s inexperience they ended up falling because of a wave.

They all laughed, and Narukami found that Otomura's laugh was much deeper, more intimate and extraordinary than any music he had ever heard.

From that day on, Otomura and Narukai began to talk, because somehow their passion not only for soccer but also for music allowed them to connect like two gears ready to fit into each other. Every day they spoke through messages, telling each other about their days, exchanging songs they liked and sending memes that made them laugh until they cried with sore stomachs from the laugh.

There came a time when Narukami was looking forward to finishing his daily chores at school and training so that he could talk to him. In the same way that there came a time when their conversations through messages became conversations through video calls.

During the summer of his third year of Middle School, his friend invited him to spend a few days with him in Okinawa. Doumen and Otonashi, who were up to date on the boy's feelings, not because he had come to tell them but because it was too obvious what they were, congratulated him and repeated once more that they were sure that Otomura felt the same as him.

But Narukami wasn't sure about it, it was true that he was in love, it was true that they got along perfectly, it was true that they were talking until late and that on some occasion they fell asleep because they didn't want to end the call. But it was also true that they lived very far from each other.

Summer passed and with it Narukami lived a dream vacation with long walks on the beach, cold fruit juices of vibrant color, barbecues with the rest of the Oumihara team and numerous friendly soccer matches.

Winter passed and with it Otomura lived the coldest winter of his life, with snow fights against the Teikoku boys, watching the sunset in Inazuma’s Steel Tower Park and visiting Narukami's favorite cafeterias to drink hot cocoa to recover the heat.

With that feeling in his chest hidden deep in the silence that Narukami kept, time went by, a new summer came and a new winter came. The encounters between the two boys continued to increase: Narukami went to visit Otomura during Golden Week, they saw each other at soccer matches, and they even went to a concert together of a band that they both liked a lot and that was touring Japan.

And then, when Narukami was in his second year of High School, he received some news that made his not-so-secret secret tremble. Otomura had to enter the University and he  decided to study in Tokyo.

That changed everything, since they would no longer have hundreds of kilometers separating them but would live in the same city.

When Otomura traveled to Inazuma to look for a flat, Narukami accompanied him and when he finally moved they were both unpacking, singing happily with background music coming from an old radio from the boy with light blue hair.

It got late and Otomura invited him to stay the night with him, the first night in that student flat in Inazuma near the University he had finally managed to enter. They ordered Chinese food and sat on the floor, the radio still playing.

“Which University will you apply to, Kenya?” the boy asked suddenly, causing the other to blush and choke on the noodles.

“I have decided to apply to the same one as you. Maybe we can get into a club together.”

Otomura looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows and two pinkish spots slightly coloring his cheeks, he closed his eyes and smiled happily.

"Of course. I have heard that they have a rather interesting Music Club, although the Football Club is also tempting.”

Narukami chuckled.

“Here we both continue with our two great loves.”

"Three."

Narukami's light blue eyes narrowed, heart pounding. Was Otomura hinting at what he thought he was hinting at? He said nothing but continued eating in an unusual silence, a silence that had little left to disappear.

He bathed after dinner and Otomura lent him his clothes. Narukami wasn't sure which was worse, the horrible fish joke on the shirt or the fact that it smelled like his friend.

“Kenya, before I came here I wrote a song for you, do you want to hear it?”

"Did you write a song for me, Gakuya?" Narukami's face was completely red, and he was not much different from the other boy, he nodded with a heavy feeling in his stomach and Narukami settled next to him.

The strategist took the keyboard he had brought with him and placed it on his crossed legs. He began to move his fingers decisively across the keys while the letter he composed coming out of his lips.

A beautiful love song.

Narukami stood up immediately and his eyes widened each time without interrupting despite believing that the strong beating of his heart must be interfering with the melody, until Otomura finished with an "I love you."

Then he raised his violet eyes to discover the impact of his song. He couldn't see Narukami because as soon as he pushed the keyboard away, Narukami jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you too, Gakuya!"

[noellemcxllistcr]

[cisfemale she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [NOELLE MCALLISTER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [KATHERINE MCNAMARA]. You must be the [TWENTY SEVEN] year old [ARCHITECT]. Word is you’re [ENDEARING] but can also be a bit [TEMPERMENTAL] and your favorite song is [GLORY AND GORE - LORDE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Okay so ya girl grew up in OC SoCal and lived a bit of a prim and proper life for the most part. She and her brothers never really wanted for anything, but at the same time, their parents still made them work a bit for the things they wanted in life. They had what most would look at from the outside and think "picket fence beach view perfect life"

In reality, her dad was really sick (the big C) and they were struggling v much with that. they just did a lot of it in the privacy of their own home. He was in remission for some time before passing away when Noelle was fifteen. He was her best friend and it kinda killed her a bit.

It was something she was once again, thanks to her parents, very good at keeping to herself.

Inevitably, when her HS sweetheart, Chase Williams, picked up to go to Notre Dam, she went with him and saw it as the perfect fresh start she needed with a full ride.

Thanks to all the values her parents instilled in her, Noelle somehow managed to juggle two part-time jobs, college, and being the ever-supporting girlfriend of her up-and-coming NFL player boyfriend.

Telling him she was pregnant was almost entirely the icing on top of a decadent choccie cake!!!! all was well. she had her mans, her plans and nine months later their lil princess.

which was ultimately far too many good things for Noelle to have. She didn't see the drunk driver coming with enough time to warn Chase. which was only half as horrifying as him telling her their daughter didn't make it.

Whatever light was left in her was quickly snuffed out and she fell into a deep, dark hole of PTSD and depression. It ruined her relationship with Chase and her brothers and she ended up isolating herself to the point of being a recluse for about two years.

Until she found an old letter from her dad that kind of gave her back a lil bit of bite. Girl picked herself up, got back on her horse, and fixed everything she could. Her relationship with her brothers, her health - she attended AA meetings religiously and has been sober ever since.

Finished her degree in architecture and has just started her master's.

Eight months ago she was offered a job at an architecture firm who were looking to score a few expansion contracts in Aurora Bay and she's been here ever since.

So now she's here, trying to cling to the sunshine. instead of a mans and her plans. she now has too many plants and her fat tomcat luca (plus a tonne of underlying issues but eh, if i cant see u - u cant see me.)

We want any and all connections pls! wc page will be up asap

[queerwheels]

okay so I recently binged good omens. I am hurt by the season 2 finale and I'm about to make it everyone's problem lmao (at least if you read this post.) CW: Good omens spoilers but i'll at least put it below the cut

aziraphale wants nothing more than to believe that heaven has everyone’s best interest at heart and he loves Crowley. I think he thought accepting head archangel position would mean that he could fix things, that he’d have more power to stop the pointless suffering of the humans, that he’d be more respected.

Meanwhile Crowley, Crowley who only went as far with heaven and hell as he could, he could see that heaven wasn’t going to change. (And for a time, hell offered novelty b/c of a new way of doing things. And then he could see that Hell wasn’t going to change.)

Back to Heaven though, he could see some of it possibly came from boredom on their part and disconnection from the lived experience of their choices being so high up. Crowley fell b/c he asked questions. B/c his opinion strayed too far from the other angels. He also could see that certain things weren’t going to change. Like the way that he helped Job to keep his kids instead of letting them be decimated and how the higher ups were like “yes but they’ll be allowed to have doubled the children, won’t that be great?” And Crowley was like “but you don’t need to kill their children. This is pointless and cruel.” (He didn't say that but that's what his actions said.)

By the time Crowley had gone as far as he could w/ hell, he’d already gone as far as he could w/ heaven. He knew there was no going back for him. He knew it. In his whole being. He didn’t want to go back.

And that’s why it was so heartbreaking when Aziraphale was so hopeful that he could go back w/ him. B/c it showed that as much as they love each other, whether they admit it verbally or not, as much as they love each other, Aziraphale couldn’t understand that Crowley fell and knew he could never go back and be true to himself.

When he fell, he knew that was not an option b/c his morals, his heart and heaven’s looseygoosey cruelty, could not ever mesh now that he’d seen them for what they were. He knew when he chose to “fall” to hell, that there was no going back for him. And until that moment of Aziraphale being so excited, Crowley thought that Az understood that too. But he didn’t. He still had rose colored glasses on for heaven, and he was willing to excuse or sabotage a few exceptions here and there. But ultimately, Az still had rose colored glasses on, he still put heaven on a pedestal whereas Crowley saw their true colors the first time.

“We could have been us.” B/c this is who Crowley was. Not an angel anymore. Not just a demon anymore. He was himself., somewhere in the gray area. And he thought he could be himself w/ Az. But Az thought he fell from heaven b/c he was forced out. And he thought that offering to bring him back to Heaven would fix everything. (And maybe he was even a little ashamed of Crowley b/c of the implied message of wanting to change him so they could be together instead of being together as who they were now?)

When I watched that last episode, I ached for both Az’s innocence as Metatron said causally, “we call it the second coming.” b/c you could see Az starting to understand. You could see his innocence shattering a little bit as he understood that this thing they’ve been working so hard to redirect so that so many ppl didn’t have to go through that, that this was inevitable as far as the higher ups were concerned.

And I also ached for Crowley b/c even if there is a season 3, even if Az and Crowley talk again, there’s a wall up now, a mistrust, a deep sadness that Crowley might never admit to but will still cause him to lash out nonetheless.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

👂 (make one for Viktor but also one for Jinx)

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING ═══ CANON VERSE ═══ Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours. ((Prefacing this by saying that this can be 100% canonical to our interactions if you would like c:))

As night fell onto the academy its once busy halls soon turned into that of a corpse's skeleton, stale, empty with every corner seemingly darker than the last as dead silent air crept through and permeated the area. The floorboards were longing to be walked again, their eagerness almost highlighted as they whined under the step of he who approached the only lit room within this chilled evening; the library. Its hazy, low lit golden glow flickered with the promise of viable conversation and eager invitation for whatever deep readings lay beyond its thick doors. Although such allure was brought to a quick halt as the whispering, so low one might mistake them for that of ghosts, broke the never ending silence. Two voices mingled, their words unintelligable until one were to stand right beyond the threshold, and my how they spoke…

"Boy, we need to have a discussion; you've been avoiding it for quite some time, I won't allow you to now." A lower voice growled, Abel, a looming threat intricately weaved into each word he spoke, irrefutably dominant in the way in which they steered whatever conversation was previously being had.

"And what, pray tell, is the conversation? You'll have to forgive my lack of awareness given this is the first time you've even mentioned such a thing," the next voice, though soft and disarming, challenged back with a sharp inquiry that oozed sarcasm. Robin's cordial tone was sour as he continued, unusually callous in its response, "Not only that, but 2:34 in the morning is the time you've chosen to conduct such a chat? A normal hour while I'm not neck deep in my paperwork would have been more preferable. But I will humor you, as I know if I do not, you will continue to pester me about this until my hair somehow manages to turn even more blanched than it already is. So get on with it."

That harsh tone garnered a laugh to follow, it was hard to deny the charm of such vitriol coming out of Robin's mouth, with how overly polite he generally was.

"That other Zaunite, Viktor--"

"I won't have you getting involved with him, you cause enough trouble as is, he is the last person I want you getting near, Abel."

"And yet he has been on your mind as of recent, hasn't he, do you deny that?" A beat of silence as the man continued, pitch low and chilled, "You're…thinking about how much your mother would have loved him, and how he makes you think of home. Hmm…I have not seen you so eager and so bright eyed since before the accident--"

"Don't act as if you knew me before then. As if you knew a single fucking thing about me or--"

"Or how those lost would have welcomed him with open arms? Your priorities have…shifted, I can sense that much within you, the hole they left behind and the disdain for your city have both been…altered due to meeting him. Your circle of ghosts which once shouted have been dampened down to only whisper."

"I fail to see how this is a conversation that needs to be had at all, do you object? Is that it?"

"No, I just find it fascinating how you know what you want, that it is right within your grasp and yet you still play a game of hide and seek with yourself. Your fears of being left alone will be the downfall which will inevitably lead you to such things, I simply find this…amusing. Your unwillingness to behave like a normal human being around him, god forbid you say a single curse word or behave brashly. That festering inside of you will not dissipate if you ignore it, boy." … "What, no smart response back? You're usually quick with those, mm, how sweet~"

"…What do you mean by all of this? Are you trying to mock me?"

"I am trying to understand what you hope to gain by pretending that your heart and mind is not lightened by him. That your hope is slowly returning and perhaps that this world isn't as bereft and dark and full of malice as you once thought. What comes out of rejecting such feelings? You should indulge in the simple joys of this relationship instead of drowning within the worries of what might not even come to be. Human minds show many visions of what the future might hold, most never come to pass unless those who behold them turn aside from their path to in order to prevent such things. Do you wish for yourself to be abandoned and left alone once more, boy?"

"…No."

"Then stop acting as if it will occur, that surgeon is fond of you, but you think too much and act too little. If you fully believe you will be left aside once more, then you will be, and you have already dug your own grave. At that rate even I will not be able to pull you from it."

"She isn't you, boy."

"I'm well aware of that, Abel, thank you for pointing it out, it's almost as if I don't have blue hair and am a young teen."

"You know that isn't what I meant. Don't act coy with me," the snarl sounds from behind the closed door, the light of the office just barely shining through the crack below as footsteps paced around with almost harmful intent, "An orphaned and alone child stuck with someone who perhaps is not the best influence, you're clearly projecting, what, do you want to be the person you needed all of that time ago?"

Robin's hand slammed on the desk, causing the light to flicker as he stood up from his spot, "Oh what is this about? Are you suddenly feeling you didn't do your job well enou---AGH!" The phrase was quickly cut off, a silent noose wrapped around the mage's throat as the demon's palm pressed against his airway, a threat within red eyes to squeeze down.

"No. I did what I needed to do to cultivate you into a proper meal, I have worked four long years on you, and you dare to subvert our contract by throwing yourself into a pit of vipers? This man, Silco--he is not something you can leave once you enter, you will be chased and ripped to pieces if you attempt to find some sort of freedom, and you're going to throw all of our work away for some girl? She is not you, she will never be you--and you will not save her."

"You…You said before that--agh---"

A light thud, and Robin wheezed feebly to try and catch his breath, voice weak but still stern, "Before…you said that we should…act for what we want, didn't you?"

"Not when it comes at the cost of your own self destruction, I forbid that from happening. Miss Velveteen is our main benefactor, you are foolish to throw that away for a child after all she has done for us. And I will not allow such a thing to occur. Working occassionally in tandem with the Eye of Zaun is fine, but this permanent contract you're thinking of? No. Unless you'd want to destroy our contract."

"What…? You--You wouldn't."

"I would."

[greatbigshiningstar]

...what are we? [bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader]

summary: bradley and reader are friends with benefits. nothing more. until reader falls in love, leading to her asking the question of “what are we?”

warnings: literally the entire fic is a warning. mature themes is the best way to describe it ahah. the characters are literally fwb and it mentions sex and stuff. also a couple curse words but you know me, it’s inevitable. angsty, sad, the end is fluffy though, kinda cliche. 

also nothing is capitalized and that’s just because i was just so excited to write this that i couldn’t be bothered. 

here’s a little piece loosely based off of the songs  “...what are we?” and “stupid” by lizzy mcalpine.

anyway, please enjoy! (and go listen to the songs as you read)

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friends with benefits. fuck buddies. a piece of ass. a little bit of fun.

��a sorry excuse for love.

whatever the hell you want to call it. that’s what we were. 

at least, until one of us just had to go and fall in love. and as hard as i tried to avoid it, it was me. i was the fool who rushed in and fell in love with the man who was only looking for a good time and an escape from the harsh reality of being one of the best goddamn aviators in the navy. 

four months of this. four months of late night “you up?” texts, of him sneaking into my house multiple times a week, of our learning and knowing each other’s bodies better than our own. and somehow, someway, sometime within those four months, i fell in love with him.

it started off innocently, as they all do. the typical “we met in the bar, went home with each other, and now we just call when we need a good fuck.” 

we’d do it, and then he’d leave. 

but as the weeks went on, he started staying longer, laying next to me as our heart rates slowed and our breathing regulated, and then he’d leave.

and then soon enough, we’d lay there in each other’s arms, talking a little bit about what’s going on in our lives, nothing more than small talk about work and our very few mutual friends. 

and then those conversations developed into more. it led to us laying in bed and talking, to him spending the night, holding me all night long as we slept, to us waking up and having coffee before we both went to work. 

he told me about his parents and how in love they were, that he wishes to love someone and be loved as they did. i told him how my job makes me feel like i’m making a difference in the world, and that it’s the best thing i could ever ask for. we discussed how we each long to settle down, to have a home and kids and a big yard. but yet, i never told him that i longed for those things with him. 

it’s those conversations that made me fall in love with him, despite my best efforts. and that’s how we got here. the night before bradley leaves on another mission. it’s only three weeks, but a big part of me is devastated that he can’t stay with me. 

“i leave tomorrow afternoon,” he says distractedly. he’s dragging his fingers up and down my arm that's thrown across his abdomen. i’m lying there, trying to keep myself from thinking about the fact that i can’t ask him to stay. under different circumstances, i could ask him to stay, but he’s got a job to do, and so do i.

i’d be stupid to ask him to stay. 

but, then again, i’d be stupid to not ask the question that’s been nagging at me for days. 

what are we? 

i love the man laying in my bed next to me. i’ve dreamt of falling in love my whole life, but not like this. not when he’s leaving tomorrow. not when there’s a high possibility that he will die on this mission. not when i feel like everything is going to hell. and certainly not when i don’t even know if he sees me as more than just a piece of ass. 

no. i can’t keep doing this. 

i muster up all the strength i can in me, looking up at the brown-eyed boy who is staring back at me. there’s a look on his face that i can’t quite place. 

“bradley, what are we?” 

“hmm? what do you mean?” 

i sit up, crossing my legs and turning my body to face him head-on as he sits up as well, leaning further against my headboard.

“i mean, what. are. we? you’ve been in my bed almost every night for the past four months. we’ve talked about everything under the sun. hell, i even shared with you some of my deepest secrets. i’m done pretending like this is okay, that we’re not just wasting time. as much as i hate to say it, i love you. you’re all i’ve been looking for in a relationship. and yet, we don’t have much of a relationship outside of this bed, roos. so, i’m going to ask you one more time. and if you can’t answer me, then i’m sorry. so bradley, what are we?” 

he looks a little taken aback, and i don’t blame him. i still can’t fully understand the look in his eyes as he lifts my comforter off of his legs and starts to stand up. 

when he doesn’t make eye contact, i know that the words i’m dreading most are coming. 

“we’re just fuck buddies. i’m sorry, but it was all just for a little bit of fun,” he says. 

i sit in my bed, watching as he picks up his clothes and starts getting dressed. i can’t stand the thought of watching him leave, so i drag myself off my bed. i begin walking out of the room, but not before slipping an oversized sweatshirt over my body, the same one i was wearing before things went to hell. i can hear rooster shuffling out of my bedroom behind me, but i simply continue heading downstairs toward my kitchen. i lean against the counter as he’s calling out to me, but i don’t have anything to say. 

from my spot in the kitchen, i can see bradley, and i know that he can see me, staring back at him with tears in my eyes. he hesitates with his hand on the door and i wonder what he’s going to do next. he mutters a simple “i’m sorry” as he opens my front door, and leaves, just as he has done so many times before.

i stare at the door, and it’s not until i hear his bronco driving away into the night that i comprehend what just happened. he left. he doesn’t love me. i should’ve known. how could i be so stupid?

i don’t know what to do. it’s close to one in the morning. the man i love just left. he just told me that he didn’t see me as anything more than a fuck buddy. he’s heading out on a mission that is going to bring him inches away from death. so, i do the only thing i can think of – cry. 

i slide down against my kitchen island, back against the hard cabinets, legs crossed on the cold hardwood floor. the tears that had already begun to pool in my eyes slide down my cheeks. my breath hitches in my throat, and i just simply sob into my own hands. i feel numb. i feel sad. i feel brokenhearted. i feel angry. i feel lied to. i feel stupid. 

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one week passes, and i can barely go through the motions of life. it takes all my energy to get out of bed and go to work. i spend my days longing to get home and get in bed, and when i’m finally there, i spend all night tossing and turning, wishing that the man who was once in my bed was back in it. 

two weeks pass, and by now, i’m feeling a little better. the nights don’t feel as lonely anymore. i have the strength to go on with my daily routine. 

then, in week three, the anger hits. i’ve stopped feeling sorry for myself, and now i’m just simply pissed. pissed at rooster? yes, very. but mainly, pissed with myself. why would i allow myself to fall in love with him? even more so, why would i let myself tell him that i was in love with him? why would i ruin the one semi-good thing in my life? it's all-consuming. the anger, the frustration. 

but, i know i can’t let it affect me as much as it does. it’s time to move on. those four months clearly meant nothing to him, and they shouldn’t mean this much to me. my bed no longer feels empty when it’s just me in it, and the longing in my heart is mending itself. 

i feel better, until friday night hits. the night before rooster is supposed to be back. i could spend the night wallowing in self-pity, watching movies, and eating ice cream. but i already did that. i’m already out of the bad breakup stage. now, i’m in the moving on stage. and the only thing that i know will help me move on is by going out. so, i put on my best outfit, and head out to the hard deck. in hindsight, it’s stupid of me to choose the literal only navy bar within 50 miles of san diego, but it’s a friday night tradition for me to be there, one that i’ve missed for the past two weeks. and besides, i know that rooster won’t come to the bar, especially since he’s not due to come back until tomorrow. 

the hard deck is quiet. shocking for a friday night, but the peace is much appreciated, as i sit outside on the patio, sipping my first drink of the night. there are dark clouds rolling in, obstructing the beautiful sunset. i chuckle to myself as i think about how the view feels like a metaphor for my life these past few weeks. the darkness rolling in and pushing out any semblance of happiness. i’m drawn from my thoughts as i hear the roar of a car pulling into the parking lot to my left, the same noise that i heard pull into my driveway for four months. i look over at the car, and see bradley parking his bronco, hangman in his passenger seat. 

“shit,” i curse under my breath, already reaching to grab my bag from the chair next to me. it would be just my luck that the one man who i wanted to avoid tonight would show up. i chuck my beer bottle into the bin next to me on my way out. i walk fast with my head down, hoping to make it to my car before he gets out of his. just like everything else in my life, the plan went down the drain as soon as i felt my body run right into the muscular chest that i’ve grown to love. 

“hey, (y/n). i was hoping you’d be here tonight,” i hear bradley say. i scoff and push past him, keeping my head down until i get to my car. 

my drive home is silent, just me and my thoughts. my heart is racing, and i don’t know why. i wasn’t happy to see rooster, by any means, but a part of me wishes that he would have tried harder to keep me there. as i pull into my neighborhood, it starts raining and i feel like i’m in the sad, second act of every rom-com ever. 

my thoughts race as i head inside my house, shivering from the chilly air that hit me on the short walk from the driveway to the front door. 

why was he there? why was he hoping that he’d run into me? i thought he wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. wait, he’s back. he survived the mission. he’s alive. did he really want to see me? 

i’m in the middle of swapping out my top for an oversized sweater and my jeans for a pair of yoga pants when i hear knocking on the door. no, not knocking, pounding. someone is pounding on my door and i’ve got a sneaking suspicion that it’s the same man i brushed past just 20 minutes before. 

if there’s anything that i’ve learned about rooster in these past four months, it’s that he’s persistent. he’s stubborn and set in his ways, and i know that the banging on my door won’t stop until i either open it or his hand is battered and bruised. so, against my better judgment, i head downstairs and open the door. 

“what do you want, bradshaw?” 

“can i come in, please?” 

he looks exhausted, and he’s soaking wet. i open the door a little more, and step to the side, allowing him to come inside my house, something i never imagined him to be doing once again. half of me wants to kick him out again, and the other half of me wants to hear him out. my body chooses the latter for me, and i find myself leading him over to the couch, and we sit down facing one another. i look at him expectantly. i have nothing to say to the man that broke my heart. 

“i’m sorry. i love you,” he says quickly. i don’t know what to do, so i just simply stare at him, hoping that he’ll provide an explanation. when he realizes that i’m not going to say anything, he continues. 

“i love you. i didn’t realize it at first, but i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since i left. i’ve loved you for months. really, i’ve loved you since the night that we talked about our goals for the future. as much as i tried to stop myself, i couldn’t. i want you, all of you. you said we don’t have much of a relationship outside of the bedroom, but i want to change that. you’re it for me. those future plans of settling down and having four kids and a big yard that we talked about? i want that. with you. i’m sorry for what i put you through these past few weeks. i wanted to call you as soon as i realized that i was in love with you, but i couldn’t. i'm sorry. i feel so stupid for not realizing this sooner. i get it if you want nothing to do with me after what i did, but i just needed you to know that i made a mistake.” 

i sit there expressionless, unsure of what to do or say. bradley notices this, and i hear him faintly whisper. 

“say something, please.” 

i know i should say something, accept his apology, or maybe kick him out, anything besides just staring at him. instead, i just lean forward, take his face in my hands, and kiss him. 

his hands quickly wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

“i love you,” i say, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his eyes. 

“i love you more. i’m sorry,” he replies, leaning in again. 

our lips brush again, and i whisper a soft “i know” against him, knowing the question of “what are we?” is finally answered. 

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

[legendarywizarddetective]

Hi everyone, I know it took me a while to finish my part of my lovely joint venture with @nashibirne ... Please don't be mad at me because life was a bit of a whirlwind lately. So now I just hope you will enjoy it.

PART 2: Hidden Treasure

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: you are trapped in writers block but as you saw Henry's new post on Instagram your wheels start to turn

Words: appr. 2500

Warnings: smut, dirty thoughts, sextoys, pleasuring yourself

Featured stories:

Close-up/Up-Close

The Widow and the Witcher

Diegosbutt

No Beta! English is not our mother tongue, so there will be mistakes and they're all ours

Part 1

Writers block sucks so damn much. Y/N was sitting on her sofa trying to write on her WIPs but it didn’t work. She had to face the truth "witchersgirl91" was out of order at the moment.

She felt bad about it. All those followers she had gained since she joined Tumblr that waited for the next chapters. Frustrated Y/N took her phone and started to scroll through her dashboard, hoping that some of her favourite blogs could give her some comfort. Soon she found a story that she loved dearly, "Close-Up/ Up-Close" from nashibirne. Damn was she talented, all her stories were so amazing and well written that Y/N could just wish for being as good as her one day. There were so many super talented writers in that fandom... Which fandom you might ask yourself now... well "witchersgirl91" was obviously a part of Henry Cavill's fandom. She was part of it since she saw the mighty white wolf on Netflix in 2019.

Intrigued and fascinated by his acting skills she digged deeper and soon found fanfics about him, something she read the last time in her teens. Inevitably Y/N fell down the Tumblr rabbit hole and what started as silent reader led soon into a "writing career". Well sometimes she had to remind herself, that she was writing for herself at first hand and that besides the number of likes and reblogs the most important thing was that she herself liked her stories. Up until now Y/N made quite a decent number of followers and found some incredible friends online. One of them she even talked to daily and Y/N was happy to have her in her live because she came close to an older sister she never had. Scrolling further down her dash Y/N found another gem she had already read before but "henryobsessed" "The Widow and the Witcher" was totally worth another go through. In contrast to Y/N many of the writers on Tumblr wrote not just only rpf about Henry himself but also fics about his many characters. Especially diegosbutt who wrote incredible stories about Henry's Captain Syverson. After half an hour into reading about The Witcher and his romance with the handsome widow Y/Ns Instagram notifications came to life. The object of desire, Mr. Cavill himself finally had posted something again. Damn him... such a tease Y/N thought to herself as she looked at the pictures. At first there was a sweet pic of Kal sniffing at some grapes at a vineyard, so gorgeous and heart-warming. Mr. C knew exactly how much in love his fans were with his fury companion. But the third slide made Y/N gasp in shock... "Holy crap these motherfu*****" The photo showed Henry on a boat in nothing else but swimming shorts. His hair all natural and curly, his strong hairy chest nicely on display, a Caipirinha in his hand and the most beautiful smile on his lips. He looked so stunning, relaxed and sexy as hell. So here comes the thirst trap Y/N thought. As she scrolled through the comments below the post she saw that the thirst had already begun. Well who was she to judge anyone, she wasn’t any better. Henry Cavill lived rent free in her mind most of all time and honestly these swimming trunks and his body did things to her and she involuntarily clenched her thighs together, heat spreading through her core. Y/N let her mind flow for a bit and then BANG "plot bunny alert". She was exited, for the first time in weeks she had an idea for a story. Y/N stood up, nearly spilled her coffee and walked over to her desk where her sketchbook laid. Yes, a sketchbook, Y/N was a little old-fashioned when it came to creativity, she had to write down her ideas onto paper, just let the words flow and make them persistent with ink.

Ok so this one will be pure pwp, but that’s a good start to go back to business and the cavillry will hopefully love it anyways. And so Hidden Treasure came to live.

 

Hidden Treasure:

 

you were finally living your dream and made it to be a part of the second season of the Witcher. Even if you were just an extra with just a short amount of screen time, it did not matter to you, you were extremely grateful for this opportunity. It was your sixth week on set now and you were still completely mesmerized by the detailed work and the fantastic world the producers had created. what made your work all the more exciting was the fact that you had a massive crush on the lead actor Henry Cavill. Up until now caught glimpses of him during lunch breaks and when you saw him leaving the hair and makeup trailer. Admiring him from afar was more than you had ever hoped for. He lived rent free in your mind for quite a while now and was one of the reasons why you fell in love with the series. To see him in real life now did things to you. Nearly every night you laid in your trailer and got off to thinking about Henry in his Geralt costume. You were fully content with that situation because you would never even consider that Henry would notice you. But in the last two weeks you had the strange feeling that he watched you during your small scenes and your fight training... but honestly that must have been your mind playing a trick… never would THE Henry Cavill look out for a small nobody like you but nonetheless you enjoyed the feeling of being seen and important.

Today you got a notice from the producers that you needed to go to another filming area with just a small part of the team. Just the two other extras, the producers and camera crew and Henry. As you heard them talk about it your heart nearly stopped... how should you survive this? Watching Henry from afar was one thing but being in the same space as him for nearly two days was something completely different. You knew you would be constantly aroused by his presence and just hoped that you could hide it to not embarrass yourself in front of your bosses.

When you reached your destination it soon became clear that there weren’t enough bedrooms for everyone. So, you needed to share a room with the two other extras. That was no problem for you because you liked your female colleagues very much and the three of you had much fun together, they even made fun of your crush sometimes. After you put your bags in your room you already had to go to hair and make up to get ready for the scene. As you opened the door you thought you must faint. Henry himself sat in one of the chairs... topless, his broad chest on display... his wig already on his head... without thinking you clenched your legs together as a heat started to spread from your centre "get your fucking act together..." you scolded yourself silently and stepped into the trailer and greeted Henry with a short and shy Hello. He looked up to you and met your eyes with one of his Hollywood smiles... "gosh that jawline “As you sat down in your chair you felt how wet your panties already were and started to shift uncomfortably. As subtle as possible you tried to clench your thighs to get some release. From the corner of your eye you thought you saw Henry smirking but you tried not to think about it too much. You grabbed the script in front of you and started to read through the scene for today ... and that hit you hard. Now you knew why Henry was topless... it was another bathing scene in a pond in the woods. great now you had to endure your arousal for the whole goddamn day and you couldn’t do anything about it.

In between the several takes it felt like Henry could smell and sense your arousal and the slick between your folds because every once in a while, he looked at you with an undefinable spark in his eyes...and if you wouldn’t know it better you could have thought that his eyes seemed to be blown by lust... that thought alone nearly drove you mad. You prayed for the day to find an end so that you could finally provide yourself some relief.

Which wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be because obviously you had to share your bedroom and the bathroom too. so, you had to wait until everyone fell asleep and slip into the empty and dark bathroom on the 2nd floor. Fortunately, you had packed your pink dildo so you were able to fill yourself up while dreaming of Henry. As you stepped into the dark room you wasted no more time and placed the dildo onto the wall in the shower and dropped your panties to the floor, they were of course soaking wet from all day’s arousal. You started to play with yourself slowly, stroking your sensitive folds and your clit gently. But you were already so worked up that you needed a quick release. In one swift move you pushed your tight cunt against the dildo on the wall, closed your eyes and imagined Henry grabbing you by your hips and pounding into you relentlessly. You started to moan and shiver... the feeling of Henrys cock inside of you made you dizzy ... he felt so good hitting your cervix with each deep thrust "Oh fuck Henry...harder... deeper...fuck me please" escaped your lips without thinking. You circled your clit to the rhythm of your slapping hips already near the edge to earth-shaking pleasure. You felt your own juices flow down your thighs and kept on fucking yourself with the toy, throwing your head back your moans grew louder and louder. You already lost it now but what was your undoing was your imagination playing you the trick of Henrys deep guttural growl while he pounded even deeper and harder than before "fuck... ahh.. Henry ... I am Cumming" with shaking limps you fell over the edge and your release gushed down between you. With closed eyes you rode out your orgasm not aware of the fact that the growl you heard wasn’t born out of your imagination... not in the slightest.

What you didn’t know was the fact that Henry was as worked up from the day as were you. What you didn’t know was the fact that Henry had a crush on you since he saw you first. What you didn’t know was the fact that he needed his sweet release as well and came to the empty bathroom for the exact same reason as you...with the only difference that he didn’t find it empty. In your haste you did not close the door properly and as Henry stood in front of the door he heard your silent moans and the squelching sound of your wet pussy around the dildo. He slowly and carefully pushed the door a little more open and nearly lost his mind seeing you standing there pleasuring yourself in the most sinful but sexiest way. He pulled down his briefs a bit so his already hard cock sprang free and started to stroke himself. Precum dripping down his length. He knew it would not take long for him to cum with the sight you provided and he had to bite his lip hard not to make a sound. but as he heard you moan his name he could not hold back his deep growl ... which surprisingly sent you over the edge hard and fast... that sight alone brought him to ecstasy as well and he spilled himself over his fist. As he came down from his high he was sure about one thing... he needed to have you... he needed to search this hidden treasure.

 

She dropped her pen, leaned back in her chair and could feel the adrenaline rush...yes that’s it... that’s a good piece to come back into action. Now the only thing was to post again. Hopefully her old followers would like what she wrote and maybe she could gain some more. Half an hour later she already had the first notifications on her story and could fall asleep grateful and with of course Henry in mind.

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[drwcn]

follow up to [post] exploring the crack au if lwj was a girl 

〒▽〒 ps im not trying to erase canon lwj representation, not at all, wangxian is mm in all my other fics, this is just stupid fun

in a ceteris paribus situation aka all other things staying equal: 

1) Lan Wangji 100% still has a resting bitch face, which probably would get her a couple of “Lan-er-guniang 美若天仙 (beautiful as an immortal/goddess) but would benefit from smiling more” comments but nobody is that desperate to die yet so, she’s spared. But damn... imagine the sheer number of thirsty boys who’d try to secure a marriage with LWJ. None of them is good enough for Wangji as far as Lan Xichen is concerned. Okay - maybe in Lan Xichen’s opinion, Nie Mingjue is good enough, but he couldn’t be less interested. I see her as I see Huaisang, Xichen please. 

2) Everything interaction between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in Wei Wuxian’s first life is now 500% more scandalous. 

Exhibit A) Their first meeting at the gates; Jiang Cheng immediately felt his spidey senses tingling.  —“You’d sooner have immortals flying out of your ass than get with someone like her. The second jade of Gusu? The pearl in old man Lan’s eyes? C’mon.”  —“Shut up, A-Cheng.” —“Uh-huh.”  —“Also, she’s not that pretty. Her brother Zewu-jun is much better. There’s a reason he’s ranked first.” WWX is still a disaster bi.  — “LMAO, you? Zewu-jun? Please.” 

Exhibit B) Just because LWJ is a girl does not mean WWX grew more brain cells. 

WWX, straight up to Lan Qiren’s face, “Lan-meimei and I - we’re zhiji.” (he means it like we’re kindred spirits, peas of a pod, etc)  LWJ: *does not deny* Lan Xichen: ⚆_⚆ Lan Qiren: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Exhibit C) Lan Wangji getting drunk the first time. Wei Wuxian knew he crossed a line the minute he invited Lan-er-guniang for a drink. Really, WWX, even for you, this is inappropriate. When Lan Wangji fell face first onto the table, Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up. “Hey....hey...Lan....Lan...-er-guniang,” He poked her. “Don’t...don’t sleep here! You can’t sleep here! If your Uncle finds out or if Jiang-shushu finds out...they’ll skin me alive and then...and then they’ll make me marry you! I don’t want to marry you; you don’t talk and I’m too young!” 

WWX, being a dipshit, “Hey Lan Zhan, call me Wei-gege.”  LWJ, drunk as fuck, “Wei..gege.”  WWX *((( heart )))* ??? 

Exhibit D) The Cold Pond. Okay, so I don’t think Zewu-jun would sabotage his sister’s virtue by sending a stupid teenage boy her way while she’s bathing, but doesn’t mean Su She is above all that. Wei “I didn’t see anything I swear!” Wuxian. Lan “I will gouge out your eyes.” Wangji. Somehow they still end up in the cave. Maybe WWX got in the water after LWJ got out and got sucked into the vortex and LWJ heard the commotion, turned around, saw WWX had disappeared. “Wei Ying?!” A panicked LWJ jumps back into the pond, “Stop fooling around, come out!” 

Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing 👀👀 when LWJ and WWX fall out of the cave together. Also the fact that Lan-er-guniang and Wei-gongzi went missing, together, for two days. Who knows what could’ve happened. I mean anything really. I mean... that’s gotta stir the pot a little were it not for the Yin Iron stealing everyone’s attention away from this bit of juicy scandal. 

Oh the whole story... so much to work with, so little time. 

3) Because Lan Wangji is a girl, now suddenly there’s a high ranking member of the Lan Clan who can host the girls at Cloud Recesses. I mean, Mianmian, Jiang Yanli, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji - SISTERLY FRIENDSHIP. Other than Mianmian, none of the girls are really talkers which suits Lan Wangji perfectly. Even Mianmian’s chatter is endearing.

4) Lan Wangji is absolutely still a powerhouse during the Sunshot Campaign. The inherent aesthetics of fem!lwj telling the Wen goons to “kneel” - no one will deprive me of this.  Also she will still cut off your arm if you cross her - Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao ya better watch out still. 

I am TORN between two options: Lan Wangji tol and kickass or Lan Wangji smol and kickass. On one hand, the aesthetics of willowy elf-like LWJ, on the other hand, 5′2′’ of whoop ass who can and will throw an unconscious wwx over her shoulder firewoman-style and toll him to safety.  

And amongst other things: 

A) Lan Wangji still becomes Chief Cultivator, because excuse me who else is left to clean up this mess? Jiang “Short-fuse” Wanyin? Nie “I won’t do what I’m not intended to do” Huaisang? Jin “13 year-old” Ling? Or Sect Leader Yao?  Technically, being a woman means that she was never Lan Xichen’s heir, but at the end of it, it’s not like Gusu Lan is left with a lot of choices.  Just the poetic justice of Gusu Lan pleading for Lan Wangji to come back when she fully intends to 隐居山野 (retreat into the mountains) with the resurrected WWX.

Lan Wangji being Chief Cultivator would echo Lan Yi’s tenure and rectify the fact that Gusu Lan’s only female head of family “failed”. Lan Yi had to face a mountain of prejudice because she was woman; someone has to say “up yours” to that. A woman as not only the sect master of Gusu Lan but the Chief Cultivator? Love that for Gusu Lans. (⌐■_■) ☞ ☞

B) Because of ~ sexism ~ I wonder if Lan Wangji would get titled “Hanguang” at all even after the Sunshot Campaign. Even Lan Yi, the SL Lan of her time didn’t have a title. Chances are LWJ won’t either. (Note: Violet Spider is not a title, it’s a moniker). So — say after the way Lan Wangji is still just “Lan-er-guniang”, and she does not obtain the title “Han Guang” until after she leaves Cloud Recesses and become rogue. (srsly how did they come up with these titles in canon, did gusu lan just look at 21 year old lwj and be like yah he’s lord light bearer *cue trevor noah stand up joke* why do you call yourself “great” britain? isn’t that a bit presumptuous? shouldn’t you go around doing good things and then let other people come to the conclusion: oh britain look how great you are? same logic with lwj.) 

Lan Wangji, a Jade of Gusu or a nameless rogue, still goes where trouble is, helping those who need it. After laying low for a year or two to heal, Lan Wangji began night hunting. Donned neck to ankle in white silk and tulle, and a weimao (wide brimmed veil hat) obscuring her face, she became known to the people as Hanguang Sanren, the lightbearing wanderer. Gusu’s highest power probably has some idea who she is - or at least they can guess - but the vast majority of people don’t. 

C) Lan Sizhui raised by rogue Lan Wangji as his mum would be different. Still cultured, respectful, but definitely with an air of keeping others at arm’s length. 

For instance, grown-up Sizhui running interference and saving a cohort of gentry disciples on joint hunts.

Jingyi: 这人谁呀？Who is this guy? Zizhen: 多谢兄台搭救之恩，小可看您眼生，敢问兄台尊姓大名，何门何派，改日当登门拜访. Many thanks for saving us. I don’t believe we’ve met, pray tell what is your name and sect, so we may visit at a later time to thank you for tonight. Sizhui: 在下无门无姓 ，单名思追 。举手之劳不足挂齿 ，怎敢劳烦各位名门子弟答谢。My name is Sizhui, belonging to no family and to no sect. As for tonight - I only did what anyone would; it bears no mentioning and requires no thanks. Jin Ling: 你这人，看你工力不凡，想和你交个朋友，可你怎么遮遮掩掩的。Hey you, we see you’re a talented cultivator and want to make your acquaintance. Why are you so dodge-y? Zizhen：金陵 — Jing Ling - Sizhui: 若是有缘，还会相见。告辞。If it’s fated, we will meet again. Farewell.  

Later:  Jingyi: 思。追。 思追谁？Si. Zhui. To recollect and long for whom?  Sizhui: 母亲的一位故人. Someone from Mother’s past.  Jingyi: 你父亲？...Your father?  Sizhui: 我不知。I don’t know. 

I thought about how cute it would be if sizhui and jin ling knew each other but guys...Jiang Cheng literally thinks he killed Sizhui’s biological father. Like he literally thinks he orphaned Sizhui before Sizhui is even born. And Lan Wangji would never accept anything from Jiang Wanyin, not that it would stop Jiang Wanyin from trying. 

A package of books here, a new robe for Sizhui there. Lan Wangji doesn’t know how Jiang Cheng keeps finding her. She and Sizhui are nomadic.  

D) The inevitable conversation after wwx is revived. 

You know what would be funnier than Jiang Cheng thinking Sizhui is a wangxian baby is if Lan Qiren thinks Sizhui is a wangxian baby. 

[shadamyheadcanons]

Submission #68: Yet another take on shadamy

Unlike my last submission “a take on shadamy” this is actually going to be a story and not just thoughts or just a headcanon (ha). This is gonna be a long one so strap in everyone. Also this is based in a little “custom” universe so some stuff that are mentioned that hadn’t happened in game, have happened my my version.

Everyone knows shadow the hedgehog to be the “ultimate life form” and is probably one of the strongest people that Amy knows, everyone knows he’s reliable, practically a one man army that G.U.N loved to take advantage off, in fact that was a whole situation with G.U.N trying to actually take “ownership” of him due to them thinking shadow is their “property” since they technically funded the creation of him however everyone else in their team stood up for shadow but that is a discussion for another day… Amy has spent a lot of time with shadow but she was never sure on how she felt about him, at first it was just them being mutual friends, then once team dark and team rose had to work together for a few weeks they grew closer to good friends. She thought that was the end of their growth as friends but it continued to develop further into a trust that they both have in each other, similar to how she has with sonic but maybe even more, she couldn’t believe she thought that at the time, how could she feel more safe and wanted with Shadow than with her “true love” Sonic The Hedgehog… at least that’s what she thought until today where she finally realised her emotions for him… “only took him almost dying” Amy says out loud to no-one in particular, ever since what happened, after everyone took shadow to the nearest hospital she had basically vanished with how fast she left trying to make sense of how she was feeling and to deal with her guilt… Her eyes were practically red from all the crying she had been doing, she prides herself on being both physically and emotionally strong however she knows that what happened to him was her fault and the guilt is too much for her to take and after all the crying and thoughts, she fell unconscious due to herself being too tired, she wasn’t at home though, she went to the most isolated place she could reach… the mystic ruins and she just lay up against the tree, unconscious. ____________________ A few hours earlier… “So let’s just recap the plan one last time” Tails tells everyone, this operation had been weeks worth of planning and if they fail all of that time they spent with recon and gathering information would be for nothing… “So we know this is one of Dr Eggmans main robotics operations, it supplies him with around 30% of his badnik forces and is surrounded by 3 generators powering the first layer, so that’s where the first 3 teams will be” tails informs everyone as a few of them nod eagerly, some just look and others just do their own thing, I’m sure you can guess who did what. “Ok so Team A, will consist of cream, me and espio taking out the first generator, after it’s taken out I will go back with the others to regroup and you two stay to clear up the rest of the mess” the two tailed fox says again whilst looking at his small team where cream nods excitedly and espio just gives a thumbs up. Another voice speaks up “Team B will have me, vector and knuckles clearing the second generator, whilst that muscle head knuckles along with vector distracts the badniks, I will fly right past and disable the second one, vector you stay behind and deal with the remaining badniks whilst me and knuckles get to the others” the bat speaks up with a flirtatious voice when mentioning knuckles name which causes the echidna to blush and look away, causing both sonic and her to laugh a bit whilst amy lets out a much quieter laugh… before knuckles can let out a fit the two tailed fox speaks up again after laughing a bit himself “Team C will only be gemerl, Charmy and sonic however sonic you will go meet the rest of the group for the outside raid to help out with the badniks that will inevitably be released as gemerl can deal with the remaining threats whilst charmy sneaks in” Sonic nods with a grin “heh! no sweat, by the time I arrive the generators will already be down!” With his usual cocky attitude which gives everyone the tiny bit of confidence, it’s just the effect sonic has on everyone. Shadow steps up as well “remember, things will get difficult and especially dangerous even before the

generators are down so make sure you stick with one other person” everyone nods once again looking at their supposed partner. Sonic talks again after listing the designated partners from a piece of paper “Amy and Big Silver and blaze Omega himself as he doesn’t want anyone to steal his glory Knuckles and rouge once they arrive Me and tails once we Shadow by himself” This was the first sign… the second she realised shadow was by himself she felt a pit in her stomach… it wasn’t great but she tried to shake it off noting that she will just look out for him, because of this her mood was worsened a bit which was noticed by both sonic and silver who tried to reassure her that “he’d be fine, it’s shadow, he does things alone” and silvers “trust me, shadow is basically unstoppable” even rouge tried to make amy feel better even though she was also worried… After a few hours everyone arrived and got into position, the team at the front would have to deal with everything that is thrown at them however they still had a bit of time before the operation commenced… this is when shadow decided to talk to amy “Sorry for not telling you I wouldn’t be partnering up” he says with about as much care in his voice as he can put without making it too obvious, amy sees right through it and even giggles a bit but responds “I would like to know next time honestly, I do get worried you know”, this causes shadow to smirk and talks again “oh, you’re worried about me? You almost sound as if you wanted to partner up with me” he teases which causes her to laugh a bit “oh please, you’d be lucky to be with a young woman like me” she says in a ‘posh-like’ voice as they both laugh a bit, silver and blaze look back at the duo for a second and then begin to whisper which the two somehow miss. Shadow glances at amy noticing that she’s loosened up a bit and is less stressed which is good, he’s glad she feels better and admittedly he was hoping to be able to partner up with her at least once. Their conversation is cut a short as multiple badniks stay to flood in from the front now that the main gate is opened they all get ready to fight and begin fighting. The team seems to be wiping out the badniks with ease as they haven’t even had to resort to splitting into duos just yet, 2 of the generators blow up in the distance and soon after sonic and tails arrive at roughly the same time to help with the battle which they are actually winning, the badniks are being pushed back and a little bit after the final generator makes an explosion which leads to the arrival of knuckles and rouge together and the front gates have now been opened fully. Amy runs in looking at the giant tower at the centre of the base swinging her hammer and using it to jump towards the flying badniks and then back down, sonic quickly jumps from one badnik to another, tails uses his spring fist to deal real damage to the badniks (tails’ attacks from sonic battle if you don’t know what I’m talking about), knuckles and rogue dig around and fly around together being almost coordinated like they’ve practiced this before, amy reminds herself to tease rouge about that later. Silver uses his telekinesis to lift and throw badniks towards each other and even the odd hedgehog between sonic or shadow when they’re in the spinball, blaze is…well setting things ablaze, big is using his sheer brute force to crush the badniks and shadow is teleporting using chaos spears and physical attacks all around the group to support them. Massive explosions are set off and they all see a massive swarm of badniks approach, that’s when omega slowly walks up to them firing everything it has at them. “Omega seems to be enjoying himself” amy thinks to herself. Things seemed to be going well until something unexpected turned up, something a select number of the group had not seen in a while, an artificial chaos appears out of seemingly nowhere which causes them all to need to group up, unlike the one from the ark this one is easily 3-4 times as big as those ones. Similar to how perfect chaos did, it uses its watery like

tendrils to attack the team which manages to hit a few of them, one tries to use its tendril during the chaos to sneak attack amy from behind her however before it can shadow kicks the tendril causing it to retract. “Thanks shadow” she says as they are now back to back, “no problem, I’m going to do something stupid so don’t interfere Rose, I’m serious this time, I don’t want to see you hurt” he states with a bit of worry and stress in his voice, before amy could shout back to him to stop she hears sonics voice. “This thing is really messing us up! Eggman had upgraded it somehow and there doesn’t seem to be any weak point now” sonic shouts to the group and that’s when shadow teleports next to him “That thing is resonating with artificial energy like the ones in the ark, but it seems different… il handle it, you guys all stick together and make sure no-one gets close” sonic looks at the hedgehog worried and responds “let me help you, these things are dangerous and dealing with this one alone is going to be-“ the blue blur is cut off by shadow “you need to keep everyone here in check and keep their confidence up, we all look up to you believe it or not so if you run off the help me then they lose confidence” sonic notices what shadow said and smirks a bit and responds in a bit of a cocky voice “il also keep an eye on amy for you, I know how you feel about her” Sonic says but shadow just smirks and nods his head in a seemingly silent mutual agreement they both continue with the plan whilst amy just watches with complete and utter fear in her eyes, not for her but for him. Shadow rushes instantly towards the creature and kicks it in its metallic head pushing it away from the group and when it crashes back on the floor it becomes a large puddle, shadows knows better than to get near its puddles and it instantly reforms again, shadow throws chaos spears at it, causing it to be pushed back even further however this time it retaliates with its tendrils again all among towards shadow this time, he skates across the floor with his hover shoes jumping and sliding across the floor however s few manage to cut him but not before shadow teleports in front of the creatures face and hit it again however something happens, once he hits it a tendril manages to slam shadow into the ground which normally wouldn’t do much much this thing is different… shadow gets up and shoots another chaos spear which the creature just now had no effect. “What? Maybe it’s immune to the effects of chaos?” He quickly thinks and dodges the attacks the artificial chaos launches at him however he gets hit again but this time it tries to impale the hedgehog which he manages to dodge last second, seemingly before the creature attacks again whilst shadow can’t get up a high pitched voice can be heard and then a hammer hits the creatures face causing it to hit the floor. Shadow hears multiple deep and exhausted breaths from the person who saved him and both surprisingly and unsurprisingly it’s none other than any rose who doesn’t look happy at all… “You idiot! You ABSOLUTE DUMBASS!” She shouts at shadow who is taken aback at the sudden outburst but she continues… ohhhh she continues “WHAT WERE YOU GONNA DO! GET YOURSELF KILLED AGAIN SAVING US!” She continues to shout at him with small tears coming from her eyes, sure she’s pretty damaged and even has a bit of blood over her which is probably from the injuries she’s taken. Amy takes a deep breath and shadow speaks up “Thanks for the save but what are you doing! You left your partner by themselves to help something who Is quite literally built to sustain and heal from major injuries!” He says back to her a bit angry “You put both yourself and your partner in danger all to save me, you don’t have to help me! I’m built to withstand pain and can handle it!” He continues and is cut off by amy who does something, something he didn’t expect at all… A slap Now shadow is actually taken aback and now the small tears leaking from her eyes are now running down her face slowly “something? You see yourself and something! What

is WRONG WITH YOU! Just because you can handle pain doesn’t mean you should! I hate seeing you hurt so STOP BEING SO DAMN SELFISH AND LET US HELP! BY TAKING ALL THE PAIN IT HURTS US EMOTIONALLY!” She shouts back whilst actually constantly pushing him and shadow grabs her hand then she falls but shadow manages to hold her up but she leans into his chest a bit then she whispers “it hurts me…I can’t stand to see you hurt” shadow didn’t quite catch all of that but that’s now not what he’s worried about… Sonic looks around and realises that the waves of badniks are slowing down, thanks to omega and his “sport” of destroying eggman’s machinery it’s heavily reduced the wave and then omega meets back up with sonic and inquires something “Sonic the hedgehog… where is shadow, I have important information for him regarding something here that affects him” sonic responds “We’re all getting tired omega… what’s your point, shadows one of the strongest here, he’ll be fine, I need you to do a numbers count though, I can’t keep track of everyone” omega speaks up instantly “there is a creature here that resembles one found on the space colony ark called an ‘artificial chaos’ based on the god cha-“ sonic interupts omega “yes, yes, we know, shadows dealing with it now” this causes omega to sound a bit worried now talking faster with its voice “Doctor Eggman has modified it to SPECIFICALLY kill any beings that can control or use use chaos by making it immune and effective to its power AND the one who can manipulate chaos energy the most is shadow the hedgehog, I fear he is in imminent danger!” Sonic instantly stands to panic and comes up with a quick plan “TAILS! COVER FOR ME!” The fox nods quickly, managing to hearing everything. “Omega head count!” Sonic shouts as they try to rush towards shadow but is blocked by multiple badniks “Calculating…. Currently only 8 out of 10 accounted for shadow and…IDENTIFYING…Amy Rose is near the creature” the robot warns which causes sonic to get truly worried now, him and omega destroy the multiple waves of badniks blocking their way and finally say shadow and amy…hugging from what it looks like but sonic notices the creature get back up and launch all of its tendrils at the two… “LOOK OUT!” In this split second, this is the moment that amy constantly is looking back on blaming herself… He sees the modified artificial chaos get quickly reform and launch all of its tendrils at them, amy can’t see as she’s too distracted with her emotions with shadow still attempting to process his… within the few seconds shadow has to think of something he knows he can’t carry her, wait for his hover boots for activate even if it’s almost instantaneous and move in time before the tendrils impale them both, whatever this creature is had also effected his ability to teleport since he feels like he’s heavily weakened and tired by the few hits, so he does the one thing he can think of and before he can sonic shouts “LOOK OUT!” This is when shadow is glad, amy turns around to see the tendril launching right at her face but before she can react she blinks and is suddenly feeling cold claws holding her, she realises that she’s in omegas hands, in her confusion she turns around to see shadow the hedgehog…impaled through the chest by the modified artificial chaos with his hands looking like the threw… that’s when she realised… In those few moments those small tears were instantly lose since now she’s fully crying, seeing him, the one she thought would never leave her, dead… “SHADOW!” Sonic shouts rushing to attack the creature and amy let’s put the loudest cry she’s probably ever let out, even everyone else can hear her voice.. “SHADOW!” She screams whilst running towards him as the tendril retracts from his chest, his lifeless body falls to the floor and once amy Red he’s she begins to hold him. She just sitting there holding him crying muttering to him “everything is going to be fine, you, please stay awake, I don’t want to lose you, you’re the ultimate life form, I can’t the the reason you’re dead, PLEASE! I don’t want to

lose you, I can’t lose you…I need you…” eventually get voice begins to whimper as she continues to hold him, she doesn’t want to let go. Sonic is thrown back by the creature right near the two and once he sees Amy’s face as she looks at the blue blur his face drops… then is filled with rage, the creature lurks over amy but she doesn’t move. She won’t let go of shadow but before sonic can do anything, omega stands in front of amy holding shadow then it’s claws retract into its arms revealing 2 mini guns along with countless weapons being revealed from almost anywhere on omegas body as omega talks in the most cold blooded and rage filled voice a robot can talk in “ELIMINATE…TARGET…COMMENCING…REVENGE!” After that hundreds of explosions make impact with the creature leaving quite literally…nothing left of it…omega beings to scan shadows body and words that amy has never been so glad to hear… “SCANNING VITALS…SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS….” “STILL ALIVE” _____________________ Amy instantly picks up shadow ever so gently and starts to run out, rouge notices Amy’s face, shadows seemingly lifeless body and is practically frozen, knuckles sees everything and holds her hand “go…I can handle this, he’s your friend” he says to her seriously and she just nods her head and flies towards amy… As they both just reach the front gate they see espio, vector and charmy and instantly realising the situation, vector takes action “Espio, go help out the others, cream, you two, with me , I will carry shadow whilst you three go ahead and get an ambulance, i well get to the main road to meet you there” they all nod minus amy who begrudgingly gives shadow to vector whilst they all run to get medical assistance. ______________________ They eventually reached the hospital since rouge and cream flies but amy could keep up by running, she may not be as fast as the other two but she can keep pace, then rouge asks the question… “What happened?” Amy’s heart feels like it stops after this question… “It’s all my fault…” she begins to cry again, this causes cream and rouge to consult her “I got angry at him for putting himself in danger again and in the middle of a battle field-“ she starts to cry even more. “Don’t worry, it’s shadow, he’s pulled through a lot worse..” rouge says and cream speaks up “don’t worry about mr shadow, he’s very strong and cares for everyone, he will be fine” then amy continues… “whilst shadow was distracted with me the creature rose up, he couldn’t move in time because I was shouting and crying at him so he had the get me out of the way since I couldn’t see what was going on because I stupidly turned my back!” She now just feels like she’s run out of tears… her face now looks dead “Honey it isn’t you’re fault, he wouldn’t want you to blame yourself…” the bat tries to cheer her friend up whilst crying herself and they all just sit in the hospital waiting for shadow to arrive… After a few minutes Shadow eventually arrived but no-one was allowed to see a patient in surgery, they was told he would be fine since his body has somehow already started healing but at this point amy left and you know the rest… _____________________ The rest of the group arrives after managing to destroy the base, after the artificial chaos there wasn’t much left and everyone being fuelled by anger made them all stronger… They all ask about shadow and he’s actually in his room, like they said the surgery was a success but he’s now got a small scar on his chest which isn’t too visible thanks to his fur and is currently resting AND THATS THE END TO PART 1 i would’ve finished the rest but I’m really out of time for today so I hope you all enjoy it. I know my writing skill ain’t the best but I am trying to get better, either way enjoy this little story

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((I always love a good ‘Mission’ story in the Sonic universe. Hope everything turns out alright! I like your idea of G.U.N. trying to claim Shadow as their “property,” too. I could definitely see them doing something that scummy.))

[technowoah]

Hi! This is my first time doing a request for a prompt list but can you do prompts 1,34,25 if you can put those in one fanfic, or mini series. Again this is my first time requesting a prompt list thing. If you can’t fit those three in there you can just do 1 of them. If anything I wrote just made sense, sorry if it didn’t. Have a good day!

Rather Be Devisive Then Indecisive...

Thanks for the request! I decided to do Techno cause I need some Techno content here!

Sorry it took so long 😭

C! Techno x gen neutral! Reader (platonic)

1) "I fucking hate you" "please dont say that"

34) "one more chance please?" "You're being greedy"

25) "You're right. You are useless"

⚠︎ swearing, indecisive reader, angst, angst, mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of tnt & explosions, Wilbur's last canon life, sad techno, I didn't proofread, this story is so fucking long-

"Dont you see history repeating itself?!"

You found yourself in a huge predicament right now while standing by Technoblade's side, adorned in netherite armor and weapons. You were facing against the people you used once to love, the people you eere supposed to kill. You hadn't seen Tommy's face so distraught in quite some time.

Everyone thought you were the traitor, you lost the trust of the people you once sided with and loved. You couldnt stand to see the pain Tommy had in his eyes and the betrayal Tubbo showed. It wasn't true, from what you heard it wasn't true.

You didn't just appear on Technoblade's side one day, it was a tough ride to follow. The beginning of your journey had you looking desperately for a place to be, a home. You were lost in the huge kingdom with huge monuments and different types of people.

Then came L'Manburg. A place where you could be free, at least they sold it like that. You had met Tommy and Tubbo while on the Prime Path and immediately asked about their blue war coats and they immediately introduced you to L'Manburg. You were accepted a while later, meeting the citizens and making connections with all of them.

Then came Manburg and Pogtopia which led you here next to Technoblade as he went on about replacing tyrant with another. You were always on Technoblade's side ever since he joined Pogtopia. All it took was constant literature sessions and talks about politics and you were on board with his ideals and his hate for government.

You were apart of L'Manburg before Pogtopia and Technoblade had changed your mind on government he made you see everything through a different lense and that lense was beautiful and clear. You adapted his ways of thinking quickly and became "one of his personal favorites" as he would say.

Technoblade set off a firework explosion and everyone screamed and scattered, that was the "go" you ended up attacking somone else that wasn't a close friend of yours. You were trying not to attack anyone, this wasnt your style. Yes, Techno had taught you fighting styles and how to become stronger but you didn't want to fight who you considered your family.

You eventually found yourself on a hill looking over the explosions and swords swinging in the gleaming sun. People below were looking in your direction quickly then heading back into battle wondering why there werent any fireworks hot from above, but you couldnt do it. You just couldn't bring yourself to soot the crossbow that was hanging on your hip. Techno kept looking up towards you as you looked back towards him in distraught.

Everyone was yelling until Dream had spoken up.

"You know who the trader was Tommy? Tommy the traitor was Wilbur."

No it couldn't be.

"No! Technoblade killed Tubbo and Y/N left us behind, they're the traitors!" Tommy exclaimed in confusion.

Your mind couldn't make up anything at the moment, was Wilbur the real traitor instead of everyone thinking it was you? Everyone was questioning if Dream was right or not, but you were so into your own mind you didn't hear that one faint scream that lead to many others.

The ground started shaking like a earthquake was about to happen and then the ground started to break apart and explode revealing the huge amounts of TNT that was placed under the stone and dirt. You felt uneasy as smoke, and debris flew from the ground and up into the air. You heard screams of agony who were caugh in the explosion, screams of anguish who witnessed the explosion and screams of joy.

Emotions flew through you like blood. This wasnt what was supposed to happen was is? You were a citezen of L'Manburg before a citizen of Pogtopia and this was the worst thing you have ever seen. The sky turned dark and grey, the place you used to call home is gone and the person who destroyed your home was the one who built it.

"Wilbur?!" You screamed as you saw him and Philza staning next to what looked like a man made cave in the hill.

Everyone else followed your line of sight and saw Wilbur standing next to Philza talking to him. Philza had a sword in his hand and what is seemed like arguing with Wilbur as well. Everything seemed so chaotic you didnt know what to focus on, Wilbur and Philza, Dream inevitably sneaking away, or Technoblade's glare at you from a top a building. You couldn't bring yourself to face Techno right now. Technoblade was a source of comfort for you, but at this moment you had no where to turn.

The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing Philza kill Wilbur. He pierced the sword through his heart and as Wilbur's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore Philza hugged his son and fell down to the ground with him hugging him in his last moments as everyone below screamed at Philza.

Your vision became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything was gone. You had nothing left to go back, no home, no Wilbur. It seemed like Tommy and Tubbo didn't want you back in their lives so it seemed hopeless. Falling to your knees you cradled your face in your hand trying to block out all of the commotion outside.

L'Manburg was like a home you always wanted but never had. They were like family and you grew too attached. You loved them like brothers and a sister. You loved them you grew attached to them as well, especially to Wilbur because you looked up to him as a leader and he took you under his wing when you had no where to go, he cared for you like a big brother. Tommy and Tubbo were also another two you grew too attached to because of Tommy's impulsiveness and Tubbo's attention to detail and caring for others.

After the fall of L'Manburg Technoblade had to make everything worse.

He had looked towards you one last time before getting into position.

"Are you just gonna sit there!? We have a job to do!" Techno said while unsheathing a sword.

"Isn't the job done already?!" You yelled back still sat on the hill.

Techno started to laugh. "Barely!"

He jumped down from the building and into some rubble underneath him and you followed him down the hill. Techno had brung out soul sand and began placing it on the ground with wither skeleton skulls in his hands. You walked over to him and he handed you a skeleton skull, you reluctantly took it out of his hands and you saw him smirk at your compliance.

Tommy began walking towards Techno and you in a fiery rage ready to fight him. He couldn't get straight to him because of a small gap the explosion made. Tommy was trying to keep everyone on that side, safe. Dream and Punz jumped over the gap and joined both you and Techno by the soul sand.

"Stop this right now Techno!"

"You stay over there Tommy!"

The two bickered back and forth until they eventually died down and Technoblade spoke up over the talking and yelling coming from the side Tommy was on.

"Tommy, do you think you're a hero? Is that what this is?" Techno said while letting his guard down for a moment and put his crossbow down.

"I just- I just wanted L'Manburg!" Tommy exclaimed back clearly confused.

You werent a stranger to Technoblade's speeches you were a fan of them really, but not when its against someone you would consider a brother.

Technoblade spoke up over Tommy. "You wanted power.

"I wanted L'Manburg, thats all I ever wanted. I wanted..." Tommy stopped talking for a moment, like he was thinking.

"Tommy you just did a coup! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president." Techno explained to him in a more serious voice than before.

"And then you gave it to your friend, but that still a tyrant Tommy!"

"But the thing about his world Tommy, is that good things dont happen to heros. Let me tell you a story Tommy. A story of a man called Theseus."

Technoblade had taught you about Greek literature and how they could be compared to people in the kingdom today. He so happened to find correlations between Tommy and Theseus at this moment.

You were still anxiously waiting for Technoblade's long speech to end so you could get this heartbreak over with. The need to cry more never became more apparent until now, the need ro run away and never come back but you wanted to listen.

"His country was endagered and he sent himself forward into enemie lines, he slayed the minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy?!"

"What did they do-"

"They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. Thats what happens to heros Tommy." Techno finished his Greek mythology speech.

Tubbo spoke up from behind Tommy. "But he saved everyone!"

"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a hero Tommy that's fine." Technoblade started walking backwards with a wither skulls in each hand.

You had soul sand infront of you and you were waiting till Technoblade set the first wither out into the world. There were wither skulls in the brown grass so you all could quickly put the skulls ontop if the sand. Technoblade thought it was a good idea to have multiple withers flying in L'Manburg at once. You and Techno were probably going to get attacked by the withers too because withers dont know who made them, they just attack.

"Technoblade dont do this! We're so close! Im not the hero! No one's the hero!" Tommy pleaded and that made your heart drop.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?! THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

There it is. Techno started placing the skeleton heads on the soul sand and you followed suit placing three skulls onto the other. The two withers started to form and grow besides you and Technoblade. You didnt want to do this at all. You could hear the screams from the former Pogtopia and L'Manburg citizens, this wasnt what you wanted. You didn't want Wilbur to die, you didn't want L'Manburg to go, and of course you didnt want your family to die.

Technoblade grabbed your hand and led you to a higher plane, both of you dodging the blows the withers were giving out to anyone in their way. You had made it a top of the building Technoblade was before. You felt like your lungs had no air in them, from the running and and seeing Tommy desperately trying to fight a wither above him, Tubbo shooting arrows next to Quackity and the withers making Wilbur's explosion bigger than it was.

Technoblade started laughing at the destruction and the screams of the people below. You knew Technoblade was a dangerous man, he killed and did it for his own reasons that you didnt argue against. He had told you that he will tell you one day, but this wasnt that day. You didn't want to hear anything from him, you had lost everything.

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out in disbelief at the destruction below.

"Please dont say that." Techno rolled his eyes.

"You're not telling the truth-"

"MY LIFE IS GONE TECHNO! I- My home is gone! Wilbur is gone! Where do I go?!"

"Hou have me! What are you talking about? Did you just blindly follow me?! Newsflash I'm not Wilbur, Im not Schlatt! Im my own person that dosent associate with government so might as well destroy the government physically." Techno looked back out into the chaos.

"This cant be the way!"

"Do you have another plan?!"

"If I did it wouldn't have mattered." You said calming down, but still angry.

"Should've said something sooner." Techno said while walking away from the edge of the building and away from you.

"Again, it wouldn't have mattered." You said as a final statement before he walked away.

You didnt know where he was going nor did you care at this point. You retreated for now and found yourself back in Pogtopia. Going down into the decorated cave and reminiscing on times shared. The moments where Tommy was messing with Wilbur, when Tubbo immediately relaxed when he found himself around Pogtopia and he could be himself, when Techno and you had extremely deep talks in the potato farm.

You ended up going back to your home later that night trying to clear your mind and trying to know where to go next. The next morning your feet had a mind of its own that morning because you ended up at Tommy's house. You had knocked on his door and he swung it opened it with his widened eyes not expecting you to be there. He was bandaged up more than usual, he had scars on his hands and face too. It was a sad sight for you.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here!? I didn't-"

You cut Tommy off by hugging him and trying not to cry at the sight.

"Im so sorry Tommy." You said regretting everything.

"Im sorry I hurt you."

"Hey calm down. I forgive you, but it's gonna be hard ya know?" Tommy explained as you let him go sniffling.

"I understand, you shouldn't feel obligated to forgive me I know its going to be hard to help them grow even though I betrayed them." You slightly laughed and Tommy smiled.

You felt accomplished that day. You hung out with Tommy the whole day, then found Tubbo as well. They both accepted you but slowly but surely were going to forgive you. You hated that they were in pain but they knew you were in pain as well. Later that day you sat down with the both of them and wrote letters to everyone wanting to reconnect again. The two had said they would help deliver the letters while you delivered some too.

The day turned into night and you and Tubbo were currently walking around doing nothing in particular. Tommy had headed home as you promised to visit him tomorrow. You and Tubbo both ended up on the topic of Phil. Silence fell upon you two, you didn't know what to say about that. You didn't know Phil that well, but he seemed regretful. Wilbur's death became a touchy subject between you two. Tubbo then asked you about Technoblade and you had no answer to that either.

Technoblade left without telling you anything at first you didnt care, but now you are slightly regretting having that stupid fight. Days continued to go on and your regret became more apparent each and every day. You had reconnected with former L'Manburg members and asked for forgiveness. It was a slow process but you all became closer in due time.

Technoblade and your relationship grew further apart and you noticed that. You never seen him since the final day of L'Manburg until one day.

You had visited the abandoned and long forgotton Pogtopia once more longing for the days before all Hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Technoblade standing not too far away from you.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where have you been?" You exclaimed not knowing whether to run to him or stand still.

"Well im used to being left alone. It's not that hard you should try it sometimes."

"Last thing I remember was you walking away."

"Last thing I remember was you yelling at me and telling me that you fucking hated me." Techno said matching your tone.

"I was in a bad place at that moment." You tried to justify your actions when in reality you couldn't.

"Weren't you all!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said getting defensive.

"I mean all of you L'Manburgians. You all were going through something. That something was the death of your leader and the inevitable death if your country. You apparently never let go of that side, L'Manburg is still with you somehow." Techno explained to you.

He always read you like an open book. You still never let go of L'Manburg and thats why you went back and left your and Technoblade's relationship behind. Yes that was your fault, but you can try and reconnect, try to build trust again.

"Can't I be with them and you at the same time?" You asked, while your confidence left your body.

"NO! WHAT?! Why would you say that?! Have you been listening to me?!"

"I have! You-"

"No you clearly fucking havent! They are feeding into the very thing they sought to destroy! History is repeating and you going back is only encouraging it! Soon enough the new "L'Manburg" will fall time and time again!" Technoblade yelled clearly fed up with the conversation.

"Technoblade. I wanted to make ammends with you! I wanted to be on your side again!" You pleaded.

"Apparently not because you keep runnning to L'Manburg!"

You were getting desperate, it felt like everything was lost again. Why did you have to chose between anti-government and pro-government. You didnt have to, you just needed your friendship that was torn apart glued back together. The need to rekindle the friendship between you and Technoblade began to exceed everything else and continued to cloud your mind.

"One more chance please?!"

"You're being greedy." Techno taunted.

"Techno listen! I-"

"I am listening." He interrupted you on purpose.

"Seriously I wanted to rekindle our friendship so please just let me do this!" You pleaded.

"That's not going to be happening anytime soon. You know Im usually the one being left, but now that I see you like this I now understand why people leave others." He laughed.

You stayed silent and that gave him the opportunity to speak more.

"Those that have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall pay that injustice a thousand times over."

Another speech he would use another time. Your gaze was set on the stone ground beneath you. You couldn't face him and you knew he was talking about you. You weren't going to get the happy ending you always dreamt of. You were always aware of falling out of friendships but you never knew that one of your falling friendships would hurt this badly.

"All that time ago, you're right, you were right. You are useless."

"I dont need you anymore." Technoblade continued and ascended up the stairs to leave. He left you alone down in Pogtopia, it was hard.

"I came here to get actual shit done, but it turns out I couldn't." You heard Technoblade mumble upstairs before you were for sure he left.

You were left in the once lively underground community of Pogtopia. It was quiet and still now with the only thing was a small cool whispering of the wind.

You had your family, slowly but surely it was coming together but now everything seemed more broken than ever. Unbeknownst to you everything would get worse.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Bunny Lingerie.

Bunny! Pro Hero! Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Bunny! Reader

Summary: The day of love prompts you to wear something new. Works out well enough!

WARNINGS!: Nsfw, Dom!Deku, mentions of breeding (’cuz bunny sex), squirting, doggy style, overstimulation

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I rewrote this twice lmao. >.<

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

You’re both bunny-human hybrids (bunny ears, tails, noses(?), mindset)

You live together

It’s Valentines Day

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

If you’d like to be added or removed please lmk!

Inhaling deeply, you gave yourself a final lookover in the full-body mirror standing tall in your shared bedroom.

You were nervous, anxious, so much so your ears were pressed flat against your head, body trembling, goosebumps forming on your skin.

This was the first time you’ve ever worn lingerie.

Sure, you couldn't deny that.. It made you feel pretty, but it also made you feel.. so terribly exposed. Your tummy and legs were completely bare!

It was a simple red baby-doll styled two piece, a thong with a shiny red bow in front. You looked like one of those fancy valentines day heart chocolate boxes with a fake bow tying it together.

An open invitation to be unwrapped and devoured without care.

The mere thought made you shiver in delight, bunny tail wagging likr a dog. It was exciting.

But you were still nervous.

How would he react upon seeing you?

Would he like it?

You hoped he would, considering this was the cutest piece in the store that fit your personality well enough. Besides, he liked cute things.

He always did. You knew he was up to no good whenever he’d whisper about how cute you were, once bright green eyes darkened to a lustful jade. Lust always made him look even more handsome.

But alas. Valentines Day hasn't been this nerve wracking since the first one you celebrated together over two years ago.

The day was about love, and you completely showered each other in it today.

Waking up to a delicious breakfast, a box of chocolates and roses, a cute date, hand in hand as you walked down the snow covered sidewalk, little kisses on the cheeks and bashful smiles when others awed at the two of you.

You just got home from dinner nearly a half hour ago, it was pure luck that Izuku, your generous boyfriend, decided he was going to go out to the store real quick for some snacks and a movie so you two could have a movie marathon to end the day with.

He liked to snuggle, to cover you in his scent so other horny rabbits would stay away.

Little did he know, you had other not-so innocent plans first.

The bed was sprinkled in rose petals, white lights turned off so your LED lights could wrap the room in a soft red glow. Dim, not dark. 

Scentless red tea-light candles were scattered around the bedroom, and you were the centerpiece.

It’s not as if you hadnt had sex with him before, you were both bunnies after all- it was inevitable, it’s just… this was new territory. But you wanted to make this day special, or as special as you could.

He’s been so good to you, how could you not want to do this for him? You just.. prayed he liked it.

The sound of the heavy front door opening and closing, paired with his familiar voice and scent flooding the apartment, made you jump.

“(Y/N)? I’m home..!”

Shuttered breath, you shuffled backwards to the bed.

What was the pose you practiced again?

Your heart was racing with every loud step he took closer to the shut bedroom door.

“Sweetie?” He called out, the sound of shuffling bags muffled by the oak bedroom door.

Despite how nervous you were, you still bit your lip in excitement.

How would he react?

Scooting your ass further up the bed, you adjusted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees, legs spread apart to show off that red bow. Leaning forward ever so slightly, you rested your hands in front of you.

All that was left to do was wait.

Ears still pressed backwards from nerves, you had a hard time not wiggling in your position.

Until finally, the door creaked open slowly.

You couldn't help but pout upon seeing him, hoping he’d like it.

Though you nearly laughed when his ears shot up suddenly from surprise, slapping so loudly against the top of the door frame you feared he hurt himself.

“Fuck..” He whispered under his breath upon seeing you sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Before you could even ask him if he was alright, the door was already shut and he was in front of you.

“Baby..” His breathing was irregular, nose twitching as his cold fingers traced up your exposed thighs, taking in the outfit you wore for him.

You shivered under his touch, tail wiggling. “Do you.. like it?” You were still shy, despite his obvious enjoyment.

“I love it honey... fuck.. You look so hot, (Y/N)..” He stuttered, caught up in his head as his cheeks flushed, highlighting his freckles and sharp jaw.

The praise made you whine, head turning away as your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Your cheeks were burning, the feeling of his eyes drinking you only making your panties wet.

“Aht, aht, aht,” He chided, “Don’t look away from me baby,” Large, scarred hand cupped your warm cheek, turning your face back towards him. His knee pressed against the bed with a squeak as he leaned down to capture your lips in a reassuringly sweet kiss.

You quickly melted into it, nervousness washing away as your tongues danced passionately together, the taste of chocolate making you suck lewdly on his tongue. His deep moan made you smile against him. Large hands smoothed down your body, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling you deeper into a kiss, moan escaping you involuntarily.

He fiddled around with the outfit as your lips continuously met, feeling you up and brushing against your exposed sensitive places.

“Izuku..” You whispered as you broke apart for a second to breath.

You could hear his own tail wagging as it brushed noisily against his shorts, you could feel how turned on he was as his harded crotch brushed against your thigh.

The fact that he desired you as much as you wanted him to made you float to cloud nine.

“Gah!” You cried out as you were suddenly pushed back against the bed, legs slipping out from under you as you stared up at his large frame towering over your much smaller body.

His unruly curly green curls framed his handsome face as red lights kissed his scarred, freckled skin, mixing with the yellow of the candles scattered around the room. The look in his eyes made you writher beneath him, it was as if you were a piece of meat he was going to eat.

Despite those long ears that scream rabbit, he always made you feel like a wolf's prey in bed. Defenseless.

You clit throbbed as you stared helplessly up at him, smirk on his lips while he took his shirt off, revealing the rippling muscles beneath that you just wanted to lick.

“Oh bunny,” he purred, let’s have some fun.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, body burning with desire as he stared down your vulnerable body, wide, innocent (E/C) eyes meeting his hungry gaze.

Adjusting his position, he put all his weight on his legs, rough palms feeling your warm body up again.

You were just so beautiful in his eyes, and in this lighting? You were like a succubus that he got to have all to himself.

He wanted nothing more than to taste you, his patience was always what destroyed you.

Hands on top your breasts that were squished down by gravity, his thumbs circled around your nipples, pulling at the sensitive flesh through the red fabric, watching in delight as your back arched ever so slightly to press further into his familiar touch.

Your smaller hands fell atop his own, the size different making him lick his lips.

You truly were so cute. Especially with that face you were making from him just playing with your perky buds.

Eyebrows pinched and eyes shut, soaking in the moment.

Yeah, he was going to drown you in his love tonight.

Watching you fall apart, scream his name, the look on your angelic face as you came hard just for him - it was so addicting. And for you to wear this sexy piece of fabric, leaving parts of yourself to his overactive imagination and highlighting others that made him mad with desire? It made his cock throb in his shorts, close to drooling at just how perfect you looked. All for him, no less.

Yes. You were his. His perfect little bunny.

When his hands moved from your breasts, you peaked an eye open, watching as he climbed off the bed and sat down on his knees.

“Wh-? Izu-? - aH!” A shrill shriek tore from your throat as his hands grabbed your spread legs and yanked your lower half towards him, flimsy piece of red fabric doing next to nothing to hide how utterly turned on you were.

“So wet for me..” He whispered to himself, thumbpad running across your clothed slit.

“I-Izu! D-Don’t say such things..”

He always seemed to nose that filter of his whenever he was turned on, that sweet boy being replaced by a true beast.

“Mmm? Why not?” 

Hand gripping your thigh, he lifted your leg just to press little kisses dangerously close to your clothed self, teasing you as his hot breath fanned over you.

Izuku’s green gaze was sharp yet teasing as he stared up at your flushed self, your own hands gripping the pure white sheets to ground yourself. 

“I-I…”

You gulped, ears flopping down as embarrassment burned your soul, “I don’t- Nnn!”

Your head flung back against the soft mattress when his tongue pressed down hard against the area where he just knew your pretty little clit was, circling around it through the fabric you soon found annoying and wished he would just tear off with his teeth.

He shoved your legs down against the mattress when you bucked against his face, muscules bulging, spreading your legs even further apart and completely exposing yourself to him, thong doing barely anything to cover you.

You sweet scent flooded his senses, all he could smell was you and god he loved it.

“Now, now, darling. You just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” He shot you a cheeky smile, one he always wore on television. It highlighted the single dimple on his right cheek, and made him seem all the more dangerous.

A wolf in a rabbits clothing if anything.

You couldn't control your own wagging tail peeking out below your ass, your excitement on display for him.

How cute.

“You know,” He began, laughing to himself, “It’s like I’m opening a box of chocolates,” toying with the ribbon on the front of the thong before moving the fabric to the side so your bare pussy was on display.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.”

You didn't even have time to be embarrassed before his tongue licked you up.

“A-AaAh!!” You grip on the sheets tightened, head pressing further back into the bed as he devoured you like a bloodthirsty animal. He was one, in a way.

His hot tongue was firm, just what you needed.

Every time he got close to your throbbing clit, he’d move back down, licking up the juices he found so delicious.

“M-mm! Izuku..! H-haaAh!”

To say you were turned on was an understatement, you were practically a faucet.

There was something so alluring about being completely and utterly dominated by someone you loved so much, you wanted more.

Your hips twitched with every move his tongue made, grip on your thighs firm as he held you in place.

The vibrations from his own moans sent shockwaves down your body, and the second his sweet lips finally wrapped around your begging clit your back arched completely off the bed.

The sensation was so sweet, you couldn't help but grab onto his large green ears as he licked around and sucked on your little bundle of nerves.

A growl tore from his throat, pulling your body impossibly closer to him, pussy pressed against his face, aggressively licking you up like a melting ice cream in the sweetest way possible.

His thick fingers were plunging into your clenching hole before you even knew it, curling against that spongy spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back in your head and squirting on his lower face.

This only made him eat you out more enthusiastically, you were so damn hot to him.

Your fuzzy tail tickled his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, a squelching noise filling the room alongside wet clicks and pornographic moans.

Your cries of blissful pleasure bouncing around the room dark had him drooling as he watched in a trance as your body shook from his own doing. Your clit rested against the tip of his tongue, throbbing, as he watched you, getting lost in your sound and from how wet you were as his fingers fucked in and out of you.

You were so tight.

So good.

He wanted to fuck you right now. 

Wanted to bury his large cock deep inside you.

You looked so sexy...so, so sexy in this outfit.. It was so cute and innocent.. So perfect for someone as cute as you.. And yet he wanted to ravage you like a feral beast, he wanted your breasts to bounce out of the flimsy bra as his hips slammed into yours. He wanted you.

Today was a day about love, and he wanted to love you sweetly, but his hormones were raging inside of him, and you calling out his name for more, tugging on his sensitive ears that had his hips bucking into this air.. It didn’t help.

He could feel himself slipping, animalistic nature taking over his senses.

He wanted to fuck you so good you couldnt think straight, fill you to the brim with his hot cum until your belly bulged.

That constant need to mate that male rabbits had… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have it too, despite trying his best to put on an innocent face outside of the bedroom. He was a gentleman, but a horny one right now who wanted his girlfriends sweet pussy wrapped around his aching cock.

His body worked on autopilot, bringing you to a quick orgasm and then shoving your body up the bed.

You cried out in surprise, nerves on fire after just cumming, vision blurry with pleasureful tears.

He practically tore off his shorts and underwear, beautiful looking cock springing free and dripping with a copious amound of precum.

“I want you, all of you..” He groaned, pawing at your body as he flipped it over, your knees pressing into the soft mattress as he spread your lower lips from behind.

“Baby, please..” His head dropped down to the crook of your neck, soft ears brushing against your cheek as he left wet, open mouth kisses along your nape and neck, nibbling against sensitive skin and sucking a quick hickey. “Let me have you..”

His hot cock rubbed against your dripping cunt as he grinded against you, his tip kissing at your puffy clit.

“Please, Izuku.. Please fuck mM-mMMH! Haa!��

Tears poured down your cheeks as he slammed into you, bottoming out immediately and barely giving you a minute to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

Not that your delirious self gave a shit.

He felt so good.

So fucking big.

He filled you up so good, dick pressing against all the right places deep inside you.

You could feel your own liquids dripping down your thighs, ears lax and tail straining as you sink into the feeling of being fucked raw.

“Shit!” He grunts, grip on your hips so tight as he plowed into you that you swore there would be bruises there tomorrow. His thick cock slams in and out of you, mixing up your insides and drawing you closer and closer to yet another soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

“M-mmore! Z-zu!! H-aAAH! AH!” 

The loud slap of wet skin against echos around the room, the bed creaking with every powerful movement he made, mattress moving along with the two of you only adding to the intense feeling deep inside you.

“Gonna make you f-feel so good.. Hnnn!” His words slurred, mind swirling with animalistic desires. All he could think about was filling you to the brim with his seed and making you cum all over him and the bed.

His hips snapped into you at an inhuman pace, like a bunny, ears standing at full attention as his eyes focused on the way your pussy sucked his cock back in with each thrust.

Snapping, he shoved your upper body down into the sheets, holding you in place as green sparks licked at his skin.

Multiple colors collided in the room as his quirk pumped into his veins, fucking you so good and so quickly that you came immediately with a shrill cry of pleasure, vision going black as stars bursts in your vision, the sensation of pissing yourself making you clench around him as you squirted all over the bedsheets below.

“H-HaAH! DEKU!” Your body jerked uncontrollably as you cried out his hero name that made him moan. He continued to fuck you like a sex-crazed rabbit in a rut, practically breeding you as you body buzzed with pleasure.

“You take me so well..! (Y-Y/N)..! You’re so fucking tight!” The praise slipped past his spit slick lips before his mouth was snapped shut, snarling as you walls hugged him like a warm, soul sucking vice, pulling you possessively closer to his muscular body.

His cock slammed relentlessly into you, upper body soon coming to press down on your own so he could slip a hand between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your puffy clit. The sensation made your head spin, accidentally causing you to squirt all over his hand like a filthy slut.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned, body freezing as his cock twitched violently inside your clenching pussy.

His cum truly did fill you to the brim, the sensation of hot ropes coating the inside of your walls nothing short of addictive. You swore you could cream just from the feeling.

His loud moans made you squeeze even tighter around him. “F-fuck me, fuck me!” You sobbed, wanting more and more. All that he could give and then some.

You didnt care how sore you’d be tomorrow, all you could think about was having him fuck you through the night, bringing you to the brink of insanity in this silky red lingerie.

Truly, you were rabbits. Both already ready for round two.

Sure, Izuku was a bunny, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it with how he sinks his teeth into your skin, marking you up possessively. Nor did he submit like one.

By the end of the night, you both were passed out on the bed, cuddling, covered in each others cum and hearts full of love as your body leaked his white seed.

Yeah, you should buy more lingerie.

[krabmeat]

I have not written anything in some time - since I took a break from my writing account, actually (now deleted) - so cut me some slack here. I’m gonna format this in the same way that I did my old fics for that jolt of serotonin. So, if you would be so kind to indulge me, this is how I (niceimafan) would have submitted this work on fandoesfictionwriting:

What War Does || (platonic) Father Figure c!Phil x Teen gn!Reader

A/N: This is my submission for the 100 follower milestone of the lovely @/krabmeat! Krabs (Damien today) is an amazing friend of mine and is quite possibly the best human being in the world. (Go follow him if you haven’t already!)

War struggles paired with the classic familial miscommunication, what could be better as a way for me to get back into writing? This takes place around the time of Doomsday, or the final battle/destruction. Also I can’t remember if Wilbur’s room was still there at the time of Doomsday because I have goldfish memory so pretend it was if it wasn’t.

Requested: No

{Word Count: 1,946}

CW: intense arguing, mentions of war, mentions of death, cursing (up to the f-word), caps, use of godforsaken (I don’t know if people get triggered by that? I’m not religious so I wouldn’t know), very brief mention of spit, less than great relationship with father

This is an xreader fic!

This has been proofread. (skimmed rip I don’t like reading my writing)

- In which Y/N and Phil argue about Y/N and their right to participate in Doomsday. -

Phil works away high in the sky, loading cannons with enough TNT to detonate a nation. He, Techno, and Dream have everything planned out; you know because they did all of the planning right in front of you. Meaning you know everything they are going to do, and you aren’t even allowed to be involved.

You avert your eyes from your father and pick mindlessly at some grass instead, feeling the cold breeze of afternoon cool your flaming temper. For a moment, it appears as though everything might be fine, like you could get over this and let the Big War Men do their thing. But then Phil’s boots appear in front of you, and it’s all ruined again.

“You look miserable,” he says. Phil finishes his sentence with an airy laugh, trying to convey that he’s trying to joke with you. And so you make sure that the gaze you shoot him ensures he understands you do not find him humorous. Phil sighs, taking a seat beside you.

“Look, I understand that you want to help. I do! But I also understand that people with a spirit as strong as yours have risen to unimaginable heights, only to crash back down onto the blade of loss. And I fear that you will be no different.” Phil places his hand on your shoulder. “I just want you to be safe.”

You shrug him off, turning your neck so fast to glare at him it leaves a sharp stinging sensation in your movement’s wake. “Safe? You want me to be safe? No one is safe here, and you know that.”

“Y/N, you know-”

“What, Phil? What do I know? Because according to you, it doesn’t seem like a lot.” You stand after that, stomping off in an attempt to clear your mind, hoping Phil won’t follow you. But, of course, he does.

“Y/N, wait.” He shouts, but he makes no move to speed up or stop you. He simply follows along at a distance, saying nothing else. Probably waiting for you to make the first move. But you refuse, you refuse to let him win this and watch you break again.

And so the two of you walk in silence, you with no destination in mind and Phil’s footsteps echoing yours calmly in the distance. All you can do is follow your feet to wherever they find fit for this argument to play out.

To your amusement, you find yourself in Wilbur’s old room. Where he blew up his dreams for the first time and where Phil took the life of his son. How fitting.

You finally come to a stop, taking a brief moment to collect yourself, before spinning around on your heel to address your father. “Ph- Phil?” It does shock you to find that Phil isn’t there. He’s not standing behind you with a small, comforting smile, or with his eyebrows pinched together in a way that lets you know you’re going to be scolded. Nothing.

“You dress like him, you know.” Phil says from behind you. You whirl around again, reaching for your sword on instinct. Phil stands with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out over the soon-to-be battlegrounds.

“What?” It feels like you’ve lost all air in your lungs. Phil doesn’t just say things like that, especially not to you. And of course you know who he’s talking about; Techno doesn’t wear tattered trench coats and Tommy hasn't adorned ripped up fingerless gloves to protect from burns, to your knowledge. But speaking of Wilbur when referring to another child of his in this room in particular hit you in a place you have not yet built walls in.

“Wilbur. You dress like him.” Phil turns around, and you finally see that his eyes are watering. But he still has that sympathetic smile plastered on his face. “Every day, you remind me of him. And in doing so, you remind me that I can not let you turn out the way that Will did.

“Wilbur was changed by war. He destroyed everything he worked for because of it. And for that to happen to you, with such grand dreams and ideas, it would be heartbreaking.” Phil can’t maintain eye contact with you anymore, “I just want you to be everything that Wilbur couldn’t have been.”

You let his words sink in, and as they do, you begin to fight with yourself.

He just wants to help you!

How, by comparing me to his dead son? Yeah, something about that doesn’t feel right.

Just hear him out.

You grit your teeth, balling up and releasing your fingers into and out of fists. “I am not Wilbur.”

Phil shakes his head, rubbing the place where his eyebrows crease together. “I know that, and that’s not what I’m trying to sa-”

“Yes, that is exactly what you just said!” You begin to raise your voice, getting tired of this stupid game you two are playing with each other. Lying about what you’re really talking about to try and avoid the inevitable. “You just compared me to your dead son that went crazy and blew up everyone’s homes! The one that sold drugs out of a damn hot dog van!”

The air around you seemed to heat up as tensions between you two started to rise, Phil clearly getting more angry as well. “You are not Wilbur, but you are my child!”

“Oh, am I? Am I, Philza? And how long have I been your child for, huh? My whole life, a year, a few months, just this past hour? You have been trying and failing to be my father figure because you just see me as some rogue that could get too far out of control unless you’re there. Isn’t that right?”

“No, of course not. I just-”

“No! How could I have not realized? You just want a replacement! Someone to fill the hole that was left in your poor old heart when you stabbed your son through the chest.”

“I love you, Y/N, you don’t understand! You are like a child to me, you always have been! From the moment that I met you, I saw greatness in you. I swear, you mean more to me than just some replacement for Wilbur.”

Tears burn your eyes, the singular one that fell leaving a streak through the gunpowder and dirt smudged on your cheeks. You shake your head and scoff, unable to believe that this is the conversation you are currently stuck in. “Phil, that’s the kind of bullshit that you have to tell yourself in order to sleep at night. But guess what? It doesn’t work on me.”

“It doesn’t have to ‘work on you’, it’s just the truth, Y/N. I don’t know how I can get you to believe me.”

“You can’t, Phil.” You say, trying to ignore the way your voice cracks. “Because I have believed people, and then those people have either died, or tried to kill me, or both. So you know what I did? I grew up, Phil. Because THAT is what war does. 

“It doesn’t make you write sad song lyrics on the walls, it doesn’t make you love your father figure oh so dearly, all it does is make you realize that there is more in this world to deal with than whatever any one person can do. And once you wrap your head around that, you realize that the best you can do is make the smallest of dents, and hope some other people do the same. That is how this world works, Phil.

“And do you know what my dent is going to be?” Phil has blurred by now. Once you blink the tears away, you can see that he’s crying too. Good. Now you’re really on the same page. “Blowing up this godforsaken nation once and for all.”

You turn to walk away again, hopefully for the last time, but Phil actually makes a move to stop you before you can get anywhere. “Y/N, I refuse to allow you to go out there and risk your life for a war already fought.”

“No war is already fought until people are dead.” You snap at him, resisting the urge to spit on his boots. “Besides, I can handle myself, I don’t need you to tell me who I can and can’t fight.”

“Y/N, I am your father!” Phil’s voice practically echoes through the entire SMP as he shouts at you, finally just as mad as you wanted him to be. You’re convinced people on the other side of L’Manberg can hear you two arguing. “Listen to me, you can not risk this.”

“YOU ARE NO FATHER TO ME!” You scream, getting your face as close to Phil’s as possible while still being able to look into both of his eyes. Phil’s eyes widen, whether in pain, shock, or both, you don’t know, but he quickly recovers with a stare solid enough to cut through stone. 

“Do NOT turn this argument to family matters when we are discussing life and death!”

“This is no longer a discussion, dad,” you make sure to add as much venom to the name as possible, “We are not talking this out like a father scolds his young kid about what they can and can not touch in the house. We are screaming, and shouting, and ruining relationships like adults.” You try one more time to walk out. This time you make it down to the ground floor, but Phil follows you yet again, stopping you before you can reach the Prime Path. 

“You aren’t an adult, though.” Phil’s voice is softer now, he sounds like he’s on the verge of defeat. “You’re still a kid. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this.” 

“I was made an adult because of this damn war over some stupid place, I should be able to fight for it’s destruction like one.” You also stop shouting, but you don’t soften your voice. You keep it as firm as it can be despite your wobbly crying, letting Phil know that you are no longer playing games with him like you used to.

“I know that you could. I do. But that does not mean that you should.”

“Awwe, you really think so?” You feign a high-pitched voice, even clasping your hands together under your chin. “You honestly think that I can handle something more than a boo-boo, huh?”

“You know that I am making no attempt to infantilize you, Y/N. If you’re such an adult, you need to grow up. I do believe that you could fight for us, but I do not see it as wise.”

“Bullshit,” you say again, wiping at your eyes with your sleeve. Phil tries to speak again, but you cut him off. “No. No! No, I don’t want you to tell me over and over about what I can and can’t do. About how you think I could be a good ally to you. I already know that, because I can make my own decisions. 

“Do you know what I do want, Philza? I bet that’s something that your infinitely wise mind can’t think of. All that I want, all that I have wanted for the past SIX. FUCKING. YEARS. Is for you to just take me seriously for once in your damn life!”

Philza stands there in silence, seemingly dumbfounded, and you take this as your chance to stomp off for good. But you know full well that you’ll see Phil tomorrow. On the battlefield.

But you won’t be fighting for him, or Tommy, or Wilbur, or any of them. Tomorrow, you fight for yourself, and you win for yourself.

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DUDE WHAT?!?!?! INK THIS IS IMMACULATE HOW IN THE- WHAT THE F-CK THE WAY YOU CAPTURE THE ANGER AND FEELINGS AND HESITATION OF THE ARGUMENT IS SO WELL DONE!! AND THE FLOW OF TRANSITIONING FROM ONE SETTING TO ANOTHER ISNT CLUMPY OR FORCED AT ALL, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL INK! AND THE BUILDUP TO THE QUOTE, THE WAY YOU REALLY EMBODY ALL OF THE CHARACTERS IS SO MASTERFULLY DONE DEAR, AMAZING JOB!!!

[thereaderinsertlady]

Hey uh I'm actually new here and I saw you are taking request and MarioRpg js a part of it so uh can you do a Geno X reader abc fluff headcanons? (Sorry for my bad English and also hope you are having a wonderful day)

Woo, a Geno fan! And a fluff request? Lovely. Geno is on my top ten favorite character list. I love him so much!! And, don't worry about bad English— you could send me an encrypted message and I'll still be able to figure out what you meant lol. Anywho, enjoy!

Geno x Reader - Fluff Alphabet

A= Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Geno adores almost everything about you. From your personality, to your looks, to... literally everything else— he loves it all.

B= Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

...While Geno loves every part of you, he likes your hands the most. He'll hold your hand, trace the lines on your fingers— everything.

C= Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Since Geno isn't the most comfortable person in the world (he is made of wood, after all), he rarely cuddles with you. However, when he does cuddle with you, he likes to be the big spoon whilst cuddling.

D= Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Geno's ideal date would be in a secluded spot on a beach somewhere. You two would watch the sunset, and once night fell, he'd point out each star in the sky until you'd inevitably fall asleep.

E= Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Geno... isn't good at expressing his emotions. Though, rather than using words, he shows how much he loves you with his actions.

F= Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Geno wouldn't want a family. He'd hate the thought of leaving you with a burden to carry when he's gone...

G= Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Geno... doesn't know what to give you as a gift. Though, he wouldn't get anything extravagant, and try to give you something more... meaningful.

H= Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Geno loves holding your hands. He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, and by that point, it'll be nearly impossible separating your warm hands from his.

I= Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Geno would act like it's the end of the world if you got hurt. Even if it's only a little blood, he'll act like you're on death's doorstep. He... isn't used to seeing blood...

J= Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Geno doesn't make jokes often, and is more reserved. However, he may make a quiet, unexpected joke when you're not really paying attention just to see your reaction.

K= Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Since he is made of wood, he doesn't kiss you often. He... doesn't really have lips to kiss you with, but if you like kisses, then he'll try his best.

L= Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Again, Geno shows his love for you through his actions. Hand holding, gentle touches— the works.

M= Memory (favorite memory together?)

Geno's favorite memory with you was when you first held hands with him. At first, he didn’t even know what hand holding was, but you showed him how lovely a simple action could be.

N= Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Geno's worst fear is, of course, you dying. He has other fears, but that one takes the cake. If you died, then... then he wouldn't know what to do without you...

O= Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Whenever you ask him a question, Geno always tilts his head a little to the left. Always. Whether it be a simple "How are you?" or a serious question, he always tilts his head.

P= Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Geno typically prefers to call you by your real name, but on occasion, he'll call you his little starlight.

Q= Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Geno is a simple man... doll... star creature person. He doesn't care what you two do together— he just likes being around you. To hear your voice, to talk about nothing in particular...

R= Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Geno tends to hum a small tune under his breath ever since he discovered that he could whilst in his... doll body. It's the same tune every time, and it'll always remind you of him.

S= Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Geno keeps some secrets, but is usually very open with you.

T= Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It didn't take long at all for you and Geno to be an item. He mentioned how much he liked being around you, aaand maybe a few days later, you and him were officially together.

U= Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Geno wouldn't know what to do at first, but he'd rub your back, and try his best to calm you down while figuring out what happened. If you don't want to tell him, then that's perfectly fine as well. He'll stay with you until he knows you'll be okay.

V= Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

While Geno will never admit it out loud, he likes to show off his magical capabilities to you, since you always seem so interested in his magic.

W= Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Geno would go to the ends of the earth for you. He'll fight anyone in the world just to make sure you're safe. If you are able to fight, he'll always keep an eye on you to make sure you aren't hurt.

X= X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Geno would be able to read you like an open book. He's surprisingly good at reading your emotions, and usually knows when you're lying.

Y= Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Geno... wouldn't be able to propose to you. He'd worry about leaving you all by yourself when the time comes for him to return to where he belongs, and again, he couldn’t leave you with such a burden. He'd rather enjoy the present than worry about the future.

Z= Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You. You make Geno feel calm. From your voice, to your comforting methods... You make him feel calm. He feels... complete, when you're around. He doesn't mean to be so clingy, but he just really loves being around you...