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eldritch-nightmare · 1 year ago

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yandere sully headcanons.

a/n: don't look at me i couldn't help it okay i'll work on requests soon just let me have this. dear god it's been so long since i've written anything i hope i still know what i'm doing uhm i listened to stockholm syndrome by erra on repeat while writing this (i am obsessed w the song okay) so if that influenced it a bit then yeah it's 5am ignore the messiness and typos i just Had to write this in one sitting.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, thoughts of kidnapping, actual kidnapping, thoughts of cannibalism, kinda slight possessive behavior, scopophobia, mentions of restraints, technically a precursor to the yandere sully bot now that i'm looking at this.

He's oh so confused when he first starts feeling things towards you. It's only a brief burst of confusion, only because he's never felt this way for another person before.

Sure, he'd burn the heavens and hells for Liu, and he's pretty buddy-buddy with Eyeless Jack but this? It's new to him.

The confusion doesn't last long, that's for sure. Sully knows exactly what he wants, and he's rather in tune with his emotions so he's able to figure things out quickly.

The intensity of his love certainly surprised him though. The first time he thought 'I want to lock you up and make you mine', he took a step back and was like 'Hey man, that's pretty strange...' but he gets over this pretty quickly, obviously, or we wouldn't be here.

Besides, it's not like he's going to act out on these thoughts, right? I mean, sure, you're the most fascinating person he's ever met but he has restraint. He has a lot of restraint, thank you very much.

Haha... well... about that...

You see, Sully does have a lot of restraint, so he doesn't actually act out on these thoughts and desires for a really long time. He's fine with watching you from afar.

And also because if he did, it could lead to trouble.

He also knows that Liu would be very unhappy with him if he acted out on these desires, and Sully actually really cares about Liu and his boundaries and stuff. Sure, he could totally keep it a secret since they don't share memories and whatnot but still.

So he's content with just watching you from afar and having these thoughts. Shall I provide some examples of the thoughts he has about you?

They'd look so cute chained up and in tears.

God, I just want them to say my name like a prayer.

They're so adorable when they laugh... it makes me want to eat them.

I wonder how they'd react if I took them away from here just so I could keep them all for myself. No one will know where they are except for me... they'd never be able to get rid of me...

Wouldn't it be cute if they realized I want to make them mine? They'd probably run, but that would make things so much more fun.

I honestly think I'll kill anyone who tries taking them from me. They're mine, and I have to protect what's mine.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

He loves literally anything and everything you do. You could never bore him, even if you try really hard to. He could listen to you talk about some topic he doesn't care for for hours because it's you who's talking.

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if he'd bother hiding his obsession with you from you. He definitely hides it from Liu, Liu cannot find out, and the others, but I feel like it's so obvious that Sully wants to just devour you.

The way he looks at you certainly sends chills down your spine, and there's something in you telling you to keep your distance, for your own safety.

He doesn't even care to be subtle when he's watching you. You can always feel his gaze on you whenever he's around, it's almost as if you're the only thing he can focus on whenever you're around. It would be kind of cute if it didn't unnerve you so much.

But it's not just that.

It's... the way he looks at you. The... the pure smitten look in his gaze as he watches you do such mundane tasks. The way his gaze always lingers whenever something or someone else needs or wants his attention. His eyes feel like they're going to consume you whole if you look into them. It's only with Sully. You never feel like this when you're around Liu.

He's well aware that you're uncomfortable with his gaze, and he thinks it's adorable how you avoid interacting with him and how you try hiding away from him whenever you're forced to be around him.

God, he could just eat you up.

And it's so hard for him to see you getting along so well with other people. He just wants to pull you away whenever you get too close to someone.

Oh man he's so very casual with all of this as well. You think it's weird and disturbing, he thinks it's romantic and a part of everyday life.

You've thought about mentioning this to Liu a few times but... what could he do? It's not like he can control Sully. Besides, Sully hasn't done anything that makes you feel as if you're in any immediate danger, he just... watches you. And smiles, occasionally, in a way that makes you unnerved to imagine what he could be thinking about.

Well, until now, that is.

What can he say? He has restraint, sure, but even he can't help but give into his desires every once in a while. And this time he just... decided to take you away.

Not while you were awake, of course.

No, he would never let you be awake for something like that. It's also just easier snatching you while you're peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware.

And you're so cute when you're sleeping, did you know that?

He lets out such a dreamy sigh as he watches you sleep on the bed he set you down on. He had brought you deep into the woods, keeping you in a neat little abandoned cabin that he managed to fix up nicely in his spare time.

Only he knew about this place. He didn't share it with Liu. It was his place. And now, yours as well.

Sully thought about restraining you to the bed... he even has a decent-length chain just for that, but...

Not yet.

He knows the chances of you running when you wake up are incredibly high, and honestly? He wants you to run. He'd love to chase you, it'd be fun for him.

You entertain him in ways no person has ever been able to. You make him feel things he's never really thought of or felt before. You're... interesting to him, which really says a lot.

He's never been so intensely interested in something before, let alone someone.

You're just special like that, he supposes, and he can't wait for you to wake up so the real fun can begin.

The only real concern that Sully has is Liu. Liu, bless his heart, would never approve of this. He's too nice, too compassionate. He wouldn't want Sully to keep you captive in a cabin in the middle of the woods. He wouldn't understand.

So, Sully does intend to keep this a secret from Liu. And the others. It's not like they'll suspect him of doing anything.

After all, he's just the guy uninterested in his surroundings, why would he have anything to do with your disappearance?

#sully x reader #sully x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere x reader #yandere sully #yandere creepypasta #yandere sully x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #scheduled.

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princessdimondheart · 1 year ago

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Sea of Cortéz | Price x Daughter! Reader | Ch.2

Pairing: Price + Daughter! Reader, Reader x OC, TF-141 x Platonic! Reader

Warnings: 🔪- blood mentions

Edited: No

A/N: The suspense. That’s all I’ll say. NCIS is mentioned here! Hopefully as the chapters progress the word count increases. It’s 5am and I haven’t slept :/

Masterlist

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 [Here] | Ch. 3

Character banner ©️ Me

“… So, this Gunny is going to become a Medal of Honor recipient?” Price stood from the bench.

Laswell nodded her head. “Yes… he will. It’s practically guaranteed that in a few weeks the proposal will be on the President’s desk and signed.” She sighed. “Let’s talk more in private.”

She led them to a small room that usually held debriefings but was now converted into a storage room. The projector and computer monitors were still up and covered in dust.

“Tell us more about the Gunny, Laswell.” Gaz looked at her and then to his Captain in worry. They both sat in the old chairs, arms resting on the light gray table.

Laswell sat across from them. “Well, he went through a lot in the last few years. Put his poor wife through lots of heartache with his recovery and all…”

“Wife?” Both Gaz and Price questioned. John shook his head. Was the Gunny cheating?

“Yes? They’ve been married for several years now. I’ve collaborated on several occasions with her.” Kate leaned forward. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Kate, this man knows my daughter.” John stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the skimpy photo of his little girl, now grown woman.

Laswell’s eyes widened, but then her expression changed to an awkward grin. “That’s his wife. Y/N Cortéz, that’s your daughter?”

“You know her by name? How do you know my daughter?” But instead of saying Price after her name, she said Cortéz. John was becoming more confused by the second. His knee was bouncing slightly and his hand was messing with his beard. It took him a moment to process all of her words. “Wait-, you said Cortéz? She… she’s never told me that she was seeing anyone let alone married to them. What the hell is going on here, Kate?”

“I-I don’t know what to say, John. She’s never mentioned her side of the family before. Just her in-laws and their kid.”

“Kid?” Price stood up, palms slamming on the table. “Do you mean to tell me that I have a grandchild out there?”

Kate put a hand to her mouth in shock. “My god… you didn’t know.” Her eyes wandered off to the wall, contemplating. “You don’t know what the life of your daughter has been for… years now?”

“No. Which makes no bloody sense since I talk to her every chance I get!” His voice rose in frustration. Kyle felt like he was in some poor written soap opera that his aunties would watch when he was younger and had stayed with them. On second thought, it was every time he saw them.

“John, Y/N works with me in CIA. She’s a Special Agent in the counterterrorism division.” Price sat back down heavily. “Umm, I have resources in the Naval Criminal Investigative Service that could lend a helping hand on this situation. I’ll give them a call, since the Gunny is a Marine and Y/N is a dependent so she falls under their jurisdiction.”

“Thank you, Kate.” John paused. “I hope they can set everything straight.”

With that Kate left the room. She couldn’t believe that the girl whose office was only a few doors down from hers was the daughter of her best task force Captain. Kate shook her head as theories ran through her mind. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number. She hoped that the late hour in Washington wouldn’t be a bother to the person on the other line.

“Sorry it’s so late, Jethro.”

~~~~~

Price stayed where he was for a moment just staring off into space. Only startled by Kyle placing his hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we should head back to the med tent and see if there are any updates on the Gunny?”

Price looked at the younger man and then rose to his feet. “Yeah, there’s no use just sitting here.”

They soon found themselves in their previous position on that old bench. Waiting for any news. An hour passed by when a doctor, presumably the surgeon who operated on Cortéz, exited the OR and came up to them.

“My guess is that you guys were the ones who found Gunny Cortéz?” She looked at them attentively.

“Yes, we found ‘im.” Both John and Kyle stood up. John continued, “He’s still alive, right? No complications?”

“Yes, he’s been taken care of. Lots of bleeding so he needed a few blood transfusions. No head trauma, but he’ll be in and out of consciousness for a while. He might need another surgery if we find anymore bullet fragments.” She looked between the two of them. “He’ll be moved to a different room in just a few moments. Next of kin will be notified of his condition and efforts will be made to get him back to the states.”

Price thanked the doctor and shook her hand. He had a lot to think about and he was definitely going to send a rather strong message to his daughter about the situation.

Dad: I know about your husband.

Seen

Dad: Hey, Y/N, I know you’ve seen this. Answer

Seen

Dad: Hello? Y/N

Seen

Dad: Hey! What’s going on? Answer me Y/N!

Delivered

Dad: Y/N? Are you okay? Please

Not Delivered

🔖 Taglist:

@rand0m--fangirl @starre-eyes

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astralartefact · 8 months ago

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NieR Re[in]carnation The People and the World Transmigration and the End of Reincarnation

If Red is the color of ______ then why did I ____ the ending of NieR Re[d ]carnation?

Between YoRHa:Dark Apocalypse, some of the RoD stories and now this, a pattern has been established:

If I didn't really like the ending of a NieR story, chances are 100% that given a couple hours to days I will figure myself into "This is the best thing ever written, I committed blasphemy against the god king by ever doubting his vision."

Because to be open and honest about it, right after playing it the ending was kinda boring to me - because if you paid attention to the periphery and knew the deep lore you already expected 90% of the reveals, the only really new thing is the rundown on what happened to His, Her and N2.

Let me phrase it like this: the Time Loop Theory didn't really need confirmation up until now. It was a thing because it fits the themes, but acknowledging it wouldn't really add anything because the vague sense of inevitability already exists simply by alluding to it and the previous narratives all already had it built into them without it anyways - so I think the only reason they hard confirmed it now was because it literally added to the story. Him and Her being stuck in the time loop of humanity's failure is why they despaired.

So long story short, the stuff they 'confirmed' I didn't really need to be confirmed (cries in no y:da) and as fine as it was, not having an immediate "Oh Shit!" Moment made the chapter kind of boring. So while kind of neat it didn't really do anything for me.

But I also finished Reincarnation at 5AM. So I went to sleep and Io and behold, I awoke to a revelation by the god king:

This was amazing. This story logistically paid off on the entirety of the game's narratives in a single chapter all while talking about something new. What the fuck. Once again, this shouldn't work. How did they do that??? How is the writing in this game so tightly unified despite being literally fragmented into 20-ish individual stories??? This game has the most writers of all NieR games and yet every single story is pulling at the same rope??? Like, how???

To me NieR Reincarnation is about two things: Number 1 - Reincarnation is a Cage, all humans are born into some level of agency-less-ness and wouldn't you know it, they have no agency about that Number 2 - 'Humanity' is a more complex thing than just 'Being of the Human Species' (which is basically the NieR theme)

I think the Robots in the cast illustrate this the best: Dimos and Marie and Yurie and 10H (and Noelle and 063y and F66x) were made for a purpose, but they didn't choose their purpose, their creators did for very specific reasons. But against all odds they find themselves human and humans have wishes and dreams, even if it's just to fulfill their purpose, they seek out the agency to make those dreams come true and if they pray for their dreams to come true they will find a way.

By experiencing the pain and despair of solitude He became human, because He wanted, He wished to not experience it anymore. By experiencing the pain and despair of the machine lifeforms N2 became human in the same way and She became human by incorporating N2's experience of pain into Herself.

And as Humans they pray for a better future. And maybe they can't do it on their own, because they're human and humans fail and cry and shit and die. Maybe they desperately need the help of someone who can help, even if it's just a little girl who is selfless enough to offer them an encouraging hand despite all of the mistakes they made. But by praying for their dreams to come true, by not outright denying the possibility of a better future, simply by hoping this better future exists we can reach it, because we're human. We will find a way.

So even I, from one Prayer to another, want to Thank You for Praying. Please believe in the future you want to see, because otherwise it will not happen. And remember, all Prayers lead to the Cage.

Also Drakengard symbolism because GODDAMN IT, JUST MAKE ANOTHER DRAKENGARD GAME YOU-----

They called her the second girl, but she's at least the third!!! (i think four if you count crym?) (but i'm pretty sure only i do that so let's do three)

I'm fucking pissed. You dare to leave the Drakengard Shit, MY beloved Drakengard Shit, as subtext symbolism??? How dare you. How absolutely dare you. I hope you know I am praying for Drakengard 5 (not a mistake) Yoko Taro and as I have established in this post you yourself have said that prayers come true if you believe in them so go ahead. I'm waiting.

No Seed of Resurrection talk, No word on Mother, No Accord, just the girl with One's horns doing the Manah stuff I deserve, because I called it back when Replicant Remake came out.

No but really though, I wonder if there might be a reason that we got basically 0 answers to Drakengard stuff and only answers to the NieR side of things. Apparently - and I have no quote for this, I just read some chatter about it - Yoko Taro has said that the next NieR game is planned, but will only come after another game he's making... and well... if this final chapter has made anything clear by omission it's that Drakengard isn't NieR... Just saying...

Also, this still it wasn't a Y:DA reference after all... They didn't even slightly allude to it q_q #AnoggForReincarnation is truly over...

But let's talk about the color Red for a second, because I have a thought.

I'm not going into it too much, we all know Red is a pretty symbolically heavy color in general, but in NieR and honestly even more so in Drakengard especially - they literally just did stain a girl in white in blood again, that's the Drakengard thing - but...

Mama's Pod is also Red. She receives a Red Carnation, a common Japanese Mother's Day gift, from 10H which is the key to 10H unlocking the truth. Clearly Red isn't just Hatred... but I haven't thought enough about it to really tell you what that's about. I will have to think about that - and if I ever come to a conclusion on that front I will tell you all about it.

Anyways, that's it for now... I can confidently state that NieR Reincarnation is my favorite NieR game and honestly by a long shot. I don't give a shit that it's a Gacha, I can't do anything about that and Yoko Taro, Yuki Wada and the Rest of the Team did the absolute most with the hand they were dealt, because clearly someone up in Square Enix does not like what the silly mask man is doing and doesn't give him the budget and creative liberties he truly deserves.

Once again a sincere Thank you for Praying - please believe in the future you want to see, no matter how distant and unattainable it may seem. You will still have to look out for and grab the hand reaching out to actually reach it - but you will only see that hand if you're hoping for one to come your way in the first place.

Speaking of which, here is my Prayer for the day: #AnoggForWhateverComesAfterReincarnationBecauseIfThisWasReplicantEndingEPayoffThenY:DAPayoffHasToBeNext

#nier reincarnation #yoko taro #nier #I will miss doing these...#but thank you to all the people who read like and reblogged them <3 #Thank You for Praying #I'm slightly cringing typing it out because it feels like telling somebody to be religious #but read the post. i actually really like what reincarnation did with that. praying is just hoping for a better future #and you don't need god for that

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dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3 · 6 months ago

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I doubt literally anyone else will care about this, but this has been a mini goal/desire of mine for so fricken long now, so I wanted to at least share it here, ha.

Anyway, TPWP is one of my more popular fics. It took a while to get there when I was posting, creeping up with the kudos and hits and everything each week, but by god did it get there. Once I finished posting it and it plateaued in statistics, the only fic that was above it in terms of popularity was my old fic, A Pirate’s Life (APL), which I had written when I was like 17-18 I believe. And APL is not a bad fic, no. It’s just definitely unpolished and a bit rough in spots. And the ship itself is a bit ehhhh, though I always liked the fanon interpretation of the ship much more than anything from canon. I’m digressing though.

Anyway, I always privately hoped that TPWP would surpass APL in popularity, since I much prefer TPWP in terms of writing ability and the ship itself. I also wanted my most kudosed and ‘popular’ fic to be something that reflected my current writing level and ships, not something I wrote and liked when I was newly an adult. While I know now that the number of kudos on a fic ultimately doesn’t matter too much and doesn’t really say if a fic is popular or not, TPWP having more kudos than APL was always a private goal of mine, something I privately wanted and hoped for.

However, after I had finally finished posting TPWP and the last of the rush of kudos came in from that, I saw that TPWP was almost 200 kudos away from APL, and given the fact that fics will often stagnate in kudos/hits once they’re complete and haven’t posted in a couple months (at least in my experience), I had a feeling that I’d never really make this goal. And it was a little disappointing, but I never let it bother me too much. Plus, starting last year I had a new most popular fic (thanks, Luigi and the Beast), so I had something else that reflected my modern writing style and ships, so it wasn’t that big of a deal anymore in my mind.

Still, part of me wanted TPWP to surpass APL, and today, it finally happened. While this can obviously still swap since I do still get kudos on APL from time to time, the fact that TPWP not only managed to reach APL’s kudos count, but surpassed it even once? I never thought that would happen, to be honest. I never thought that TPWP would manage to get almost 200 extra kudos once I stopped posting regularly, since in my experience that doesn’t happen often. Usually I’ll get a decent amount once it’s no longer an active fic, but not enough that it would surpass another old fic that was gaining passive kudos too.

Anyway, I’m not so sure where I’m going with this. As you can see from my screenshots, it’s like 5am where I am now, and my brain just woke me up and refuses to let me go back to sleep (a common occurrence these days, for some reason. I’ve long since stopped asking why my brain does what it does in regards to sleep. It’s better that way), so I’m kinda rambling.

The point, I suppose, is that this was a goal of mine for so long now, and I’m honestly kind of proud and happy that I finally reached it. While I do have problems with TPWP, ultimately I am very proud of it and it makes me so, so happy that people are still enjoying it all of these years later. When I started writing fanfic over 13 years ago at age 13, I never would have expected to be here. My writing was meh at best and I struggled a lot with getting my thoughts and ideas across. There’s a reason I will never post my fanfiction.Net username, even though my oldest fics are still posted there. Writing was just something I did for fun and as a way to show my love for my fandoms; it was never anything serious. But I always wanted to write a fic that mattered… you know? That stuck with people. That people genuinely liked and that maybe even helped them. You know?

I think I managed that with TPWP. I’ve gotten so many comments over the years thanking me for writing it, people saying that they will go back to it and reread it from time to time, that it helped them, etc. I was always so grateful and happy that I was able to write something that resonated with so many people, which had been a dream of mine ever since I started writing and would cry tears of frustration when I struggled to get my thoughts across how I wanted to.

And, like I’ve said. I know that kudos/favorites are not the only metric to determine if a fic is popular or ‘good.’ However, it has always been a good base for me to gauge interest in my fics, to see roughly what people think of it. And, even though it prolly shouldn’t, the amount of kudos/favorites on my fics has always mattered to me. Ever since I was a young child I’ve had an intense desire to be liked. But more than that, I always wanted to be ‘the favorite.’ To be ‘the best.’ Even when I knew I never would be, simply because I lacked the skill or patience to be ‘the best.’ I still would always want that, and it would hurt me deep inside to know that I just… wasn’t. Yes, I was smart, but I was never ‘the smartest.’ Yes, I was well liked by my peers, but I was never ‘popular.’ Yes, I was always doing well and could hold my own in most things I tried, but I was never (and would never) be ‘the best.’ I just couldn’t. I was either too unskilled, too impatient, too shaky (physically, in some cases), too… everything, and I could never, ever be the absolute best at anything, really. I just physically couldn’t. I’d never be the best singer, I’d never be the best artist, I’d never be the best writer, I’d never be the best chef, I’d never be the best creator, and I’d never be that elusive ‘favorite.’ Never, never, never.

And it hurt. A lot. Growing up and even to this day. But I’ve gotten so much better with it over the years. With the knowledge that I will never be ‘the best,’ that I will never be ‘the favorite,’ and that this is okay. And, in fact, not only is this okay, but it’s expected. Perfection is a myth and it’s impossible to achieve. I spent over 375k words trying to showcase this fact, because it’s something I still, to this day, three months past twenty-six, struggle with. But I’m getting there. By god, am I getting there. And by removing that desire to be ‘perfect,’ to be ‘the best,’ I’ve improved so much in every field I create work in. Once I did away with the desire to create something ‘perfect,’ I was able to make things that were just ‘good enough.’ Is this art project I spent hours working on made more of hot glue than its actual art medium? Yes, but it’s made. And it looks nice enough. And while it will never win any awards, I like it. Is my writing repetitive, derivative of itself, sometimes rushed, and more focused on angst than plot? Yes. But it’s made. And it’s good enough. And people like it. And, most importantly of all?

I like it.

I like it. Even if it isn’t ’perfect.’ Even if it won’t win awards. Even if no one else on the planet likes it, if everyone looks at it and goes ‘… okay, so what?’ I like it. I spent so much time and effort creating it. I did everything I could to make it properly. And it doesn’t matter if it’s a bit lumpy. If it has exposed seams. If it doesn’t look like other people’s creations. It’s made, and I made it, and I put my heart and soul into it, and that? That’s what matters. I learned while making it, and next time I make something similar, I’ll do better. And the time after that? I’ll do better again. And again. And again. I’ll never reach ‘perfection.’ I’ll never make something that people will look at, gasp, and think ‘my god, that’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.’ I’ll never reach that impossible goal that I made for myself when I was a young preteen, painfully insecure and wanting to find validation in others. I never will reach this goal, never, ever, ever, ever, ever.

But I will get better. I will improve from what I’ve done before. And I will get stronger in every possible way I can, and I will forgive myself for the ways that I can’t. I have a lot of limitations, things I cannot physically or mentally overcome. And I will forgive myself for it. I will. I will.

And I guess, at the end of the day, that’s my point here. That perfection is a lie, that there is no end, that there is only improvement and self-appreciation. APL represents this a lot for me. At 17-18, I still struggled with this so much. I spent all of my high school years riddled with self-hatred and anxiety, wanting to be the best, but riddled with the knowledge that I never would be. I crashed and burned in middle and high school because of this. I was so terrified of never being all I wanted to be that I let myself burn to ash, to give up completely, because that was better in my mind than trying my hardest and failing. I always failed at what I wanted to do, and I was so focused on that supposed ‘failure’ that I failed to see how far I had come. I failed to see that while I wasn’t ’the favorite,’ I was still well liked. I failed to see that while I wasn’t ’the best,’ I was good enough. I was good enough. And I always would be. This is something I didn’t realize at 17-18, not yet.

But I do now. I do now, and TPWP represents that for me in many ways. Perfection in a myth. Unilateral adoration and love is impossible. And no matter what, every time you create you will get a little better, a little better, a little better. And so, the only thing you can do is create. And love what you create. And keep trying no matter what, all so that you can create more in the future and grow. So you can do what you love without fear of failure.

Anyway, this has gone on much longer than anticipated. It was just supposed to be a quick ‘haha look! I succeeded at an old, useless goal! :-D’ But somehow it turned into this. But that’s okay. That’s just who I am. I like to ramble. I like to get my thoughts out there into the world. I’m pretentious and think way too deeply on things that matter to no one else. It matters to me. It matters to me. And it doesn’t matter if no one ever reads this, or if people read it and roll their eyes at my pretension. I wrote this for me, to just get this out there in the world, and at the end of the day, that’s what matters. That’s what’s important. Not what the ‘invisible audience’ in my head screams at me every day.

I hope y’all have a good day. :-)

#Personal post #Oof this got out of hand #I’ve been writing this for over an hour at this point #Ahhhhh #Oh well #Hope someone got something from reading this #But even if not that’s okay. I got something from it

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onlyroomforhope · 10 months ago

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on the tip of my tongue (waiting to be said)

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Fandom: Welcome to the Table (WT3)

Relationships: California/Texas, California & Texas, California & Florida & Louisiana, DC | Gov & Texas

Characters: California, Texas, Florida, DC | Gov

Tags: love confessions, first “i love you”s, falling in love, established relationship, idiots in love, fluff, domestic fluff, mutual pining, except it's established relationship so, they're dorks your honour, cali is the babysitter when gov's not around, he's not a good one though, poetry-adjacent, funky writing style ‘cause i cant write normally for the life of me

Summary:

I think I love you.

The words were bubblegum, caramel, strawberry sauce; pink, orange and red red red on his tongue. It flowed pleasantly from his lips and his heart stuttered in turn, joy and apprehension and warmth pooling in his chest. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for Texas.

I think I love you.

The mere phrase was crisp apples and sherbet; red and green and color rainbow color on his tongue. He idly wondered if his lungs had forgotten how to breathe as he choked on the adoration and hesitance and overwhelming fondness that swelled in his chest. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for California.

(or: texas, california, and simple declarations of love)

TWs and notes: nothing graphic and no violence, but heads-up for potentially grotesque and surreal imagery. written and posted october 2022 so it’s an oldie. oh, i also apologise for the awful formatting - its 5am and i’m on mobile rn

California watched his partner, an indecipherable feeling thick in his chest and throat and eyes. Tranquility was evident in the slow pace of his heart, the warmth of his fingertips. Words pressed against the roof of his mouth, traced against his jaw and fizzled against his tastebuds. His tongue rolled the words, gently grazing his lips, air fluttering between his teeth. He tasted it, then tasted it again.

Love.

It flowed pleasantly from his lips and his heart stuttered in turn, joy and apprehension and warmth pooling in his chest. He felt light as a balloon, like he could soar through the stars he saw reflected in Texas’ eyes and smile. The other state grinned shamelessly from where he stood on the other side of the room, likely bragging about something or other, and the warmth in California’s chest threatened to overflow. Threatened to fill his mouth and spill from his lips and drip down his chin, to expose the adoration and devotion and love love love that pumped with the beat of his heart. His jaw ached in need, yearning to open and spill the butterflies fluttering in his chest, but he clenched it shut.

I think I love you.

The words were bubblegum, caramel, strawberry sauce; pink, orange and red red red on his tongue and in his mind. He paused and just drank in the cloying sweetness, tequila-lime-love pumping quickly through his veins and a saccharine smile on his lips.

He laughed to himself, gentle wind chimes blessing the air. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for Texas. His partner would call him a simp; he wouldn’t disagree with the sentiment, not when he’d fight god for the other if he ever asked.

A poke to his arm startled him out of his thoughts. He whipped around and was greeted by a grinning Florida.

“C’mon, Cali, quit swooning over Texas and come help me and Louie cover Gov’s office in sticky notes.” The shorter state didn’t phrase it as a question and didn’t wait for an answer, tugging California up and out of the chair by his arm. The golden state groaned playfully but allowed himself to be dragged along, flashing one last look at his partner before mentally preparing himself to limit the chaos the other two states would get up to.

Texas watched his boyfriend gesture wildly, the warmth in his chest and at the back of his throat threatening to bubble from his lips. He watched the way the other’s eyes visibly lit up behind his glasses, fond exasperation coloring his cheeks with roses and rubies. The way that dark lashes met with smooth, tanned skin, and alluring, rosey lips lifted into a soft smile made Texas’ heart flutter. His own lips instinctively opened, letters and syllables dancing playfully on his tongue.

Love.

He idly wondered if his lungs had forgotten how to breathe as he choked on the adoration and hesitance and overwhelming fondness that swelled in his chest. He felt as high as a kite, like he could soar beneath the sun he saw reflected in California’s eyes and smile. He once again tentatively rolled the words in his mouth, and grinned like a madman. The other state turned and met his eyes, gaze questioning. For a moment, Texas drowned in those expressive chocolate pools, shoving down the instinctive urge to open his jaw and spill the words hiding in his heart and his head. Then he quirked his lip and tilted his head to quell the worries of the other, and the moment of gentle concern ended, fleeting but meaningful. He continued to watch the beanie-clad state, fingers tingling with warmth and innocent longing.

I think I love you.

The mere phrase was crisp apples and sherbet; red and green and color rainbow color on his tongue and in his mind. He savoured the cool, fresh tingle of apple-raspberry-orange, honey-lemon-love pumping sluggishly through his veins, adoration in the warmth of his eyes.

He chucked to himself, the dancing warmth of a fireplace on a rainy night. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for California. His partner would call him a softie; he’d be right. Texas would drop everything in a heartbeat if the man ever asked.

The rustle of fabric startled him out of his thoughts. He blinked and tilted his head to face an amused Gov.

“You’re down bad, huh?” The smartly dressed personification grinned teasingly, raising a manicured brow. Texas bristled, opening his mouth to defend himself (and gulping back the rush of love love love for his partner that threatened to escape), but the other beat him to the punch. “Illinois told me that the bathroom door’s broken, and I’m gonna need you to fix it.” The lone star state scowled but acquiesced, slowly shuffling to his feet and sparing a final fleeting glance at his partner before trailing after Gov.

The partners lay on the ground under the night sky, grass tickling the napes of their necks. The night air was cool, but the warmth of their bodies and their smiles and their hearts made the cold nigh unnoticeable. Texas merely listened, eyes to the night sky as California regaled him with a detailed account of that afternoon’s shenanigans, of Florida’s prank and Gov’s wrath.

“-But then I reminded Gov of what might’ve happened if I hadn’t been around to watch Florida. Like, I wasn’t the one who left him unattended, it’s not my fault if he decides to cause trouble. Anyway, he paled up real fast and said I didn’t have to help clean up, which is great because honestly? I regret nothing-,”

Soft waves and lavender were evident in his gentle drone, and Texas simply just existed for a moment, basking in the peaceful atmosphere. The state rolled the words in his mouth again, the words that had been on the tip of his tongue all day, before-

“-I love you.”

Texas paused for a moment, his brain processing the unexpected words. Upon finally registering the phrase, he whipped his head to the side and gazed with wide eyes at his partner. Their eyes met and Texas drank in his partner’s features; those chocolate pools were apprehensive but determined. Texas fell a little harder at the certainty in his eyes.

“I wanted t’say that first,” he grumbled goodnaturedly in return. He was rewarded with a chuckle and the sight of his partner relaxing in relief.

“Guess you’ll just have to take the next one,” the other hummed. Texas felt the corners of his lips raise in gentle amusement-adoration-love.

“‘Guess I do. I love ya, Safe Space.”

California’s eyes crinkled in joy and he playfully elbowed the lone star state in the side. “Don’t ruin the moment, asshole.”

And under the blanket of stars, love in the air and their smiles and their hearts, there was nowhere else the pair would rather be.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #fanfiction #welcome to the table fanfiction #wttt #wt3 #drabble #oneshot #domestic fluff #wttt texas #texas/california #or caltex as i like to call it. why change an already existing mashup name ykyk?#ao3 fanfic #god tagging freaking sucks #poetry-esque

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actualbird · 1 year ago

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uh hey man u don’t gotta answer this ask but i wanted to send it in after seeing that post about like hobbies. i feel the same a lot about trying to do things and it’s incredibly frustrating. but idk if it’d help to tell you or not since it doesn’t help the “getting a good grade” aspect feeling, but i thought it was maybe worth it to tell you you’re one of the reasons i decided to pick up writing for tot and create a new writing blog and try to go back to doing something i love so much. your work has long inspired me and i hardcore look up to it, so to speak. but recently the other side of that coin was actually the fact that the breaks you take from writing inspire me more. i sometimes start to fret that i haven’t written in a while but then i think and think about how one of my favorite authors also takes breaks, sometimes really long breaks, and that it’s okay to take time between writing (or doing anything) because it’s not a competition or an emergency or really important in the grand scheme. i tend to not be the best at giving myself time to recover or take breaks when i start to not do as well, but the fact that you do has really helped me a lot.

idk if this was pointless or like um unnecessary to send but i wanted to tell you that something that’s been upsetting to you has still in some way been helpful and positive toward others, even if it’s just me, in hopes of maybe lightening that load a little from your shoulders. um im sorry again for sending this in and u don’t have to answer it or anything, but i thought maybe it could be helpful to tell you that something that’s been a struggle to you has still had a positive + slightly more healthy impact on me by showing me that if someone i look up to can take breaks or stop doing something entirely and fans like me will still stick around eagerly to see literally *whatever* you post and share, people would be willing to do the same for me and it’s okay to just take breaks from things or let them exist as hobbies and not goals to fulfill or deadlines to meet.

idk uhh sorry this got a bit rambly but i just wanted to tell you that in hopes it could maybe be something positive. thanks for consistently being a blogger i can be excited to see things from, and whatever u want to post or share or pursue it’s still something worthwhile. uhhh sorry again lol

anon oh gosh. first off, youve got nothing to apologize for cuz real talk, reading this made me tear up. like, literally, and it’s 5am here. tear up in a good way, i assure!!!!

im beyond honored that the stuff i make cld help you get back to making stuff yourself. a bunch of people have told me similar things in the past, and it never stops knocking me to the ground because god!!! GOD!!!!!! im so happy for you all, thank you for making stuff!!! and thank you so much for telling me. because so much of the time when i Do make stuff i constantly wonder what the point is or if anyone even likes it. so this means so much to me, it always does.

though nobodys ever told me that when im Not making stuff is similarly important. thats…..it's quite literally Never crossed my mind and it’s making me super duper emotional right now. whenever im not Making Stuff™, at best, i feel like im disappointing everyone who does find joy in the stuff i make, and at worst, i feel like ive Actively Tricked Everyone who has come here due to my writing and i shld be burned at the stake for not fulfilling my end of the transaction (yeah i have uhhhh NOT THE BEST view, to say the least, irt myself and online fanwork creation HJVSFHJSDVFJ im working on it) so u must understand……..this ask is this is the exact opposite of pointless to me. it means so so so fucking much to me.

im pretty sure im always gonna be battling the horrid Less Than Healthy Views Demon of “NO, KEEP MAKING STUFF ALWAYS ALWAYS” like til the end of time, but man, it seems like we’re all battling that. so if me taking a break can help u and maybe even others see Taking A Break as okay, then that makes me really really happy.

take a break if you need to, or if you want to. dont be scared to make stuff thats not the stuff people “came” to you for, just make whatever makes you happy. telling this to you and also to myself

thank you for sending this ask, anon. it's helped in more ways than i can coherently word :'3

#giving all the burnt out fancreators a hot virtual drink of their choice. we can rest. we Should rest. let's take a nap #asks #anon

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 11 months ago

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FR THO, like atp we need just a filter for asks 🙄 It's nice to interact with your favs

I might post my writing out of boredom, because I have one written already, but I feel like if I post it I'm not gonna be able to post regularly. Just because I lose motivation, and die 😭

ALSO ARE YOU IN MY WALLS OR SMTH? I WROTE MY ART COMMENT THINKING OF MY DRAWING OF CHOSO 💀 I keep staring at it I love it sm I CANNOTT, rumor has it if you come into my room you might catch me pecking a kiss onto the page. God I love Choso sm, hes on my mind all the time, like atp I'm gonna charge him for rent 😭

Srsly tho, I didn't mean to draw him. I've been thinking of him so often that when I started drawing in my sketchbook, it just.. Turned into him. I don't even really be drawing men (I find it difficult, I have a really feminine style 💀) but I did it, and he looks a little cutesy rather than smexy, but for some reason it fits him??

Someone please end my suffering, well it isn't suffering, but I'm so obsessed with him 😔💔 I don't mind it, until my friends tell me I'm annoying cause I keep talking about him (Honestly they're sick in the head and need help, which I will NOT give cause this is so fake of them. I'll remember these moments when they call me at 9 pm again 😒)

BUT FR HELP, LIKE WHY DID MY FRIENDS KEEP ME UP UNTIL 5 AM?!?! I WOKE UP AT 3 PM, SO I'M TIRED. Gonna have to take a nap to even it out 😞 My dentures are tired yk? My bones ache from being awake 😢 (I love being dramatic)

But get to work. My forehead is cold and in need of ekisses 🤞😋 (I keep reading what you said because it makes me giggle, you're so funny 😭🙏)

GAHHJJSJAKKA, Im literally squealing like a little girl over all the romantic things in all of your stories omgomgomg. I NEED SOMEONE TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS, Standards have been risen impossibly high 💀

XOXO 👽 (Might nap after this, I'll let you know 😽)

oh yeah if i don’t write a whole smau before posting it i would never post regularly LMFAO that’s how it was with my first smaus …. shivers… BUTTTT who cares about posting regularly post ur writing 😈😈😈😈

yes i’m in ur walls if u hear scratching its just meeee! but no i get it the choso brain rot is REAL and debilitating… just a brain full of choso…. omg how silly u mostly draw women and i mostly draw men… i think the only women i draw is like rei and shoko LMFAO

YOULL RMBR THOSE MOMENTS WHEN THEY CALL AT 9PM LMFOAOAOAOA…. UNTIL 5AM??? i’d die like i’d simply pass away i fear.

i am glad u like the… romantic… aspects of my writing bc …. i suck at writing the romance parts i fear anyway i hope u had a good nap if u did nap !

#axel answers ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★#axel answers// 👽

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scoupsahoy · 2 years ago

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it's 5am and im up for no reason time for everyones favorite segment: ryan's bad opinion corner

todays episode: stranger things fandom and ficdom pet peeves and things i find silly

disclaimer: it's 5am i'm grumpy and none of these things are worth getting angry about. i don't actually get mad at people who do this stuff or write these things. in fact i love torturing myself but more than that i like to read and sometimes people take these things and make it fun or dramatic and i love drama. most of these are just silly little things. we all have them snd i know for a fact that some people's pet peeve is just like. everything ive ever written

people who can't talk about mike wheeler without making it obvious how much they hate him irrationally. especially in fic. why are you making him so antagonistic towards everyone he is so desperate to be liked. have u seen that kid. have u watched the last four seasons of stranger things

people who can't be normal about billy. real bad opinion corner type shit but like. i wish people could write or talk about him without either excusing how shitty he is OR absolving him of all that. if you make him a cartoon villain you're kind of diminishing how fucked up and racist he was in canon, like that isn't enough to make him a shitty guy and an antagonist on his own. let people explore his character without forcing them to pick between "needs to be tortured to death for his crimes on screen Or Else you're a billy apologist" and "needs to be forgiven by everyone and kiss steve at the end"

not a pet peeve just kind of a thing that makes me tilt my head a bit bc i think it's kind of silly. future fics where dustin and suzie get married... like they met before high school i love suzie so bad but like what is the chance that every single one of the kids in the show is going to be with their middle school sweetheart their entire lives. this opinion does not extend to lucas and max i hope they get married.

when people imply that eddie or robin are biphobic. biphobia exists and is complicated and can be explored in fic or whatever but when i see gay characters who are massively biphobic and only the gay characters who are massively biphobic it sure rubs me the wrong way. gay people are not biphobic by default. ESPECIALLY IF ITS LIKE

fic where steve is literally fucking eddie and eddie's like "man i cant believe hes fucking me and he's straight and doesn't like men at all" like thats not even biphobic at that point like eddie you need to be punched in the head with a blunt object you are just stupid and not in a cute way. i can't read several thousand words of that. no one would act like that even if they were biphobic

when nancy isn't annoying. make her annoying. make her abrasive and judgmental and kind of mean. but also like. don't forget that she's like very smart and helpful and caring and full of guilt and love. you think she can't be good and amazing and also a bitch? god forbid women do anything.

******* just in general but i don't want to be crucified ive already made two deeply inflammatory statements

when people don't love lucas enough. love him more. you are silly.

when you're mad about popular fanon and write an angry fic basically using the characters to make your point for you. and i totally get it. if u hate that trope u can also say hit da bricks. but i can tell how pissed off u were about this while writing and it does not make me agree with u more. in fact it's an interesting enough thought experiment that it can stand on its own and having the argument in the fic where you're basically mad at the fandom makes me less inclined to agree with you or want to keep reading. this is mainly because fic is something that is enjoyable to me when it's written out of love for an idea rather than frustration. you can always tell when the writer is annoyed and it makes it wayyy less enjoyable to read

i feel like that last one was kinda mean (or it was before i took out the particular context bc even though it's unlikely anyone will read this i dont want the person who wrote the thing im talking about to catch wind of it) so im going back to sleep i love you

last one

people who go out of their way to tell an author that their headcanon is unrealistic or their writing pisses them off or they didn't like how something played out or how someone was characterized. get over it please if you didn't like it, it wasn't for you. complain to your friends if you must, not the artist. don't make people feel like shit i'll cut off the roof of your house like wile e coyote and i AM serious about this one

#ryans bad opinion corner

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years ago

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Little Variant

A/N: okay tbf this was mostly written at 4-5am so I know it's shit but it was a really cute idea in my head and I want you to enjoy it. It's a bit slow paced and I don't really feel like there's much to this even with it being 2.7k? Tell me what you think

Summary: while trying to find the Variant, Loki searches for someone who knows Loki's as well as him.

Warning: shitty writing

Part One ¬ Part Two ¬ Part 3

For the first time since arriving at the TVA, Loki was allowed to sit in on a trial. According to Mobius, there was a variant that was just arrested that would also be valuable to have searching for the missing Loki variant. Mobius didn’t tell the God of Mischief what variant would be needed, just that he trusted Loki to know which one he needed on his own. His unique Loki perspective, after all.

Boredly, Loki sat in a pew in the courtroom, watching Renslayer go through variant after variant. Some were sobbing, some were neutral, some were terrified and some found it all an amusing prank before they were reset or pruned for their offences. A fair few times, Loki had to watch variants of himself stride between the pews led by three hunters. Some looked exactly like him, one was even a child who was screaming ‘I want my mother! This is an act of treason!’, one was a variant of himself that was from his moments before he became King. That variant had corrected Renslayer when she called him ‘Laufeyson’.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” the Loki replied with a gentle smile, one burned into his every move, “but I am Loki Odinson. I am a Prince of Asgard.”

Renslayer sighed and looked at him over the files, “no, you are Loki Laufeyson. Sorry to break it to you, sir, but you were lied to.”

The variant’s face crumbled and tears brimmed in his eyes and in that moment, Loki hated Renslayer.

The woman had reset the variant moments after. The variant shook his head and pleaded, looking out into the pews and finding himself, stretching out a hand and sobbing out a desperate ‘help me!’ before he shimmered away.

Now, though, the day was ending and Loki’s intuition gave no signal for someone who could help Mobius and him on their search for the variant.

“Next case, please!” Renslayer called, not looking up from the next case’s file. Once the door opened and another child walked through, her face calm and unafraid but her hands slightly trembling, Renslayer began, “Lokidottir. Variant H9283. AKA Haven Lokidottir. They are charged with sequence violation 23-21-47.”

Loki’s heart stopped in his chest as he stared at the girl, his mind whirring into overdrive as he tried to think about any time he saw a child in his files but there wasn’t a peep. How did she exist?

“How do you plead?” Renslayer asked, looking at the child over the files.

“Madam, a Goddess doesn’t plead,” Haven spoke up, her chin held high as she knew to respect authority figures but also reinforce her place as Princess, “look, this has been quite intriguing to my inquisitive mind but I would like to go back to my mother and father now.”

“Are you guilty or not guilty, miss?” Renslayer asked, her tone laced with irritation because how could she possibly have thought this child would be any different to her annoyance of a father?”

Haven drew in a breath before raising a brow and smirking, “Guilty of being the Goddess of Dreams, yes. Guilty of finding this all incredibly tedious, yes. Guilty of a crime against ‘the Sacred Timeline’? Absolutely not, you have the wrong person.”

Renslayer caught Loki’s eyes and the God of Mischief smirked at her and tilted his head mockingly as if to say to her ‘ring any bells?’.

“Oh really then who should we have instead?” Renslayer asked rhetorically, wanting all of this to be over already. She wanted to prune this girl in front of her father, watch his smug face crumble with anguish at her death.

“I suspect my father,” Haven replied smartly, her smirk never leaving her soft lips as she shrugged, “breaking the timeline sounds to be something that he would do rather than me!”

Ravonna bristled and pursed her lips before sighing and banging her gavel, “the court finds you guilty and orders you to be reset.”

Panic fills Haven’s eyes as she backs away from the Judge, shaking her head and her mask wilting. “Reset? What does that mean?” she asked quickly, staring up at Renslayer, “what does that mean?! Hey, get off me!”

Hunters were grabbing her arms but Loki waited patiently for his time to strike, hating the fear in her voice. “You ridiculous bureaucrats will not dictate how my story ends!!” Haven snarled, reflecting her father even more as she was being pulled away.

“It’s not your story, miss Lokidottir, it never was,” Renslayer replied boredly, her eyes flicking over to Loki and she tensed when he looked bored at what was happening.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of!” Haven snarled and Loki smirked, deciding that this was the time to strike, just like Mobius did.

“I think I might,” he voiced politely, standing from his pew and keeping eye contact with Ravonna, a charming smile playing on his lips. “I think I might have an idea of what she’s capable of.”

Ravonna glared at Loki before relenting and gesturing in a ‘come hither’ motion, “approach the bench.”

With a proud smirk, Loki sauntered over to the bench and looked up at the Judge. “Mmm just like old times, don’t you think?” Loki smirked, watching Ravonna’s eye twitch, “like father like daughter, hmm?”

Sighing, Ravonna glared at Loki and then looked over at Haven, who was staring at her father in disbelief. “If this goes south, I will not hesitate to prune you and your daughter, even barter with the TimeKeepers to rid you from the timeline forever,” the judge hissed.

Chuckling, Loki shrugged and shook his head, “you do that, ma’am, leave Midgard defenceless because I don’t bring the Avengers together.”

Turning to the Hunters, he glared at them before they let go of his daughter and she rushed into his arms. Sighing a breath of relief, Haven nuzzled into his dress shirt and allowed herself to finally relax. Loki smiled down at his child and guided her out of the courtroom, removing the TemPad that Mobius had trusted him to have from his pocket and making a TimeDoor appear.

“Follow me,” Loki whispered gently, stepping through the door with his daughter into an abandoned part of Midgard where no one could witness them so there would be no Nexus Event. “Change out of that infernal onesie,” Loki cringed, watching as Haven grinned, golden seiðr flowing around her before she was dressed in one of her favourite dresses with a blue cloak wrapping around her shoulders.

Loki followed her lead and changed the business attire he was wearing to a solid black tie, emerald green shirt, black slacks and his horns were adorned on his forehead but modified to the ones he saw in Ragnarok. They disappeared through another TimeDoor back into the TVA and Haven frowned at the immediate loss of seiðr.

“You get used to it,” Loki whispered softly before beginning to walk to the archives to meet Mobius.

Loki had all the time to think as they took the endless journey to the archives. He pondered over who he could possibly have a child with. He already had Sleipnir and had him stolen weeks after his birth. There had been Sigyn but she went off to battle with Thor and the warriors three with Sif and never came back. Then there was Y/N. You were special to him but you were banished before he could ask to court you.

When Loki was sure they were halfway to the archives, he felt a small hand slip into his and he dropped his gaze to his daughter and frowned when he saw her lip trembling and her eyes holding back fat tears. With a breaking heart, Loki knelt before the girl and held her forearms gently before reaching one hand up to cup her cheek, “hey, it’s okay… you’re not alone anymore, Haven.”

The small girl bowed her head and sobs wracked through her tiny body as she made whining noises and clung to Loki’s clothes desperately. “I want my mummy!” Haven cried, her tears causing Loki’s shirt to become damp but the God hardly cared as he tried to comfort his daughter, “I wanna go home, daddy!”

“I do too…” Loki whispered, holding Haven’s head to his neck and picking her up seamlessly, “when all of this is over, we can get you back.”

Haven sniffled and shook her head, her arms wrapping tiredly around Loki’s neck as she calmed down while listening to his calming heartbeat. “Those guys in armour said my timeline is dead… am I dead…?” She whispered softly and Loki rubbed her back gently as he walked towards the archives.

“No, you’re not dead, sweetheart,” Loki whispered in her ear, “you’re a variant like me… variants have no place on the ‘Sacred Timeline’. But remember that you’re not alone here, I am here with you and I will never leave your side.”

Haven clung to her father as he continued his journey to the archives. She didn’t know why she was taken from her home but she still had her daddy holding her close like he used to.

Arriving at the archives, Loki instantly began walking through the many rows before finding the table that Mobius had claimed was theirs. Said man was already there, nose deep in a file and sipping a nice can of Josta. Loki’s long legs strode over to the man and he gently pulled out a chair, slipping into it while keeping Haven secure in his arms.

“You found what we needed then, Loki?” Mobius spoke up, looking over the file at the God whispering sweet nothings to the child and his heart softened. Timeline Loki was never supposed to be a father, the TimeKeepers had written that Odin banished the two people who were contenders to give Loki that life. Still, variants found them and lives were cut short to preserve the Timeline.

“She’s just a child,” Loki growled with no real venom, his strong arms cocooning his daughter to his chest as he shushed her when she whimpered, “what could a child have done to offend the TVA so badly?”

Mobius put down his file and sighed as he looked at the small child in Loki’s arms. She was young, afraid and clingy. He had never once considered how cruel it was to rip a child away from their mother if they had broken the Timeline. Looking at it now, Mobius realised how horrible it looked and guilt crept into his soul. “Yea, she’s just a kid… poor gal,” the Agent whispered sadly, watching Haven pull her head away to look at Mobius.

“Hello…” the Princess whispered shyly, her eyes meeting Mobius’s and the Agent knew he was hooked on the girl in that moment. He would do anything to protect her.

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Loki wasn’t sure how long after it was when a squad of Hunters, himself, Haven and Mobius headed into Roxxcart. “Alright,” Mobius began, glaring at Loki and Haven as they shook themselves dry with magic, “we’ll find the variant sooner if we split up. Loki, Haven, you two come with me and-”

“No,” the Hunter spoke up who took Loki from his timeline. Loki sighed and rubbed Haven’s back gently as she whimpered at the claps of thunder outside. “The girl variant will go with you, Mobius, but L1130 is coming with me.”

Haven began to tremble and cry as the Hunter began to walk away, demanding that Loki follow. Sighing, Loki dropped to one knee and pressed a gentle kiss to Haven’s forehead and smiled at her, “be strong, okay? Go with Mobius and daddy will see you later, yeah? We can even sneak some snacks before we have to go back!”

Haven sniffled and launched herself into Loki’s arms, kissing his cheek and clinging to his leathers, “I’ll miss you, daddy!”

“I’ll miss you too,” Loki whispered before separating and following the Hunter.

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“Something’s wrong,” Haven whispered, following Mobius as they walked through aisle after aisle trying to find her father. The seiðr gathering in the air was evidence enough that something was going on. “Sorry, Mobius!” Haven shouted before disappearing in a cloud of gold.

Haven reappeared in a different part of Roxxcart. The lights flickered off and then came back on. Haven followed the trail of seiðr, knowing that there was more than her father’s signature and her own, hoping that they had finally caught their variant and could escape.

When she got to the scene, she hid behind shelving as she saw her father on the floor, clearly out of it. Taking a deep breath, Haven reached out her seiðr to the other signature she could feel and violently latched onto it, using her gift as the Goddess of Dreams to delve into the Loki’s mind.

Haven’s eyes opened to reveal her sitting on the steps of Loki’s bedroom beside a little girl who looked exactly like she did. Haven watched the girl happily play with her dolls, imagining the Valkyrie saving Asgard before a TimeDoor appeared behind her and she was dragged off.

The scene changed to the girl, slightly older and alone, walking across a barren wasteland and clawing at her cloak to try and keep warm. Walking into an abandoned home, the girl walked over to a mirror and glared at her reflection, grabbing a shard of glass and slashing at her hair, satisfied when the long hair fell to the floor.

Before Haven could try and find more memories, she was pulled into the Dreamscape. This was a concept that the young girl had come up with to help her daddy with his nightmares, talking him through them and guiding him. Here, she was standing face to face with the Loki variant.

“What did you just do to me?” the woman snarled, pointing a sword at the girl.

Haven smiled at her and walked forward slowly, her hands held up to show she meant no harm, “I latched onto your mind. You’re the Loki we’re searching for, aren’t you? You were the same age as me when I was taken…”

The woman’s features softened at that and she laid down her sword to stare at Haven curiously but a scowl was plastered over her face in the next moment, “who are you?”

“I’m Haven Lokidottir. Goddess of Dreams… that’s what this place is… a dream… In a world, I would have been your daughter,” Haven whispered, trying to reason with the variant in front of her, “I understand your agony but this isn’t right. You may not have committed any crimes back then but you have now… you have to face them.”

The variant snarled and backed away from Haven, “get me out of here!”

The connection broke and Haven opened her eyes, peeking around the shelving to see Loki standing over the variant, who was trapped in golden chains and had magic suppressor handcuffs on.

“Oh thank the Norns!” Loki sighed, spotting Haven and walking over to her, kneeling before her and caressing your cheek, “are you hurt?”

Haven nuzzled into his comforting gesture and smiled at her father, shaking her head, “no, I’m fine, I promise.”

Loki smiled and pulled her up and onto his hip, uncaring that she wasn’t a baby to be carried around constantly. Loki waited beside the variant until Mobius came sprinting down the hallway with his squad of Hunters. Upon seeing the trapped Variant and the family of two safe, Mobius sighed in relief, gesturing to the variant quickly and the Hunters took her away.

“Are you both okay?” Mobius asked gently and Haven nodded quickly while Loki remained quiet. Sensing the unusual silence, Mobius looked up at the God, “you alright?”

“My ego is a bit ruined but I’m fine…” Loki whispered and rubbed Haven’s back, “has there ever been variants of Haven’s mother?”

“Y/N?” Mobius asked with a smile and shrugged, “yeah we get her as much as we get Loki’s! You two aren’t meant to be together but in almost every timeline, you find a away. It’s inspirational, truly.”

Loki sighed with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to Haven’s head, “I think I need to meet her.”

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moscnios · 2 years ago

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Hi. I hope your having a god day and i also hope you’re still taking requests. Can the story take place in modern Au and take place the night after reader and Sabo were having sex. Sabo smacks her ass and she comes to it. But she so used to vanilla stuff that she’s embarrassed and tries to avoid Sabo the next day. But it end up with him confronting her and going absolutely feral on her because he wanted to all this stuff ever since they been together

FLUSTERED+ / ☻

☻ / pairing . . . f!reader x sabo.

☻ / type of love . . . romantic. physical.

☻ / content warnings . . . nsfw. she/her pronouns used. afab!reader. ( “cunt” used to describe gentials among others ) mean dom sabo. unprotected sex. rough sex. vaginal penetration. dirty talk. degradation. ass slapping. etc. modern au. not proofread. minors DNI.

☻ / commentary . . . posting a smut at 5am on a monday morning ?? king shit. this is probably the kinkiest thing i’ve written so far ?? have no clue what came over me. i’m not even a sabo fucker...but...i hope i made sabo feral enough for you. thank you for requesting !!

“Care to explain why you’ve been avoiding me all day?” The blond questioned, leaning against the door frame. Stripped down from his usual attire, Sabo was still in his light blue trousers and long-sleeved dark blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. The top few buttons of his shirt were left undone, exposing his collar bone and his upper chest.

The look on his face was a mixture of emotions. Though the one that stood out to her the most was the look of disappointment.

He was disappointed in her.

She could feel it.

( y/n ) was sitting on the edge of the bed, avoiding his gaze as she had been since last night. She knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to confront her. She knew it would come soon after what had happened this morning.

She had woken up earlier than he did. It was not an uncommon occurrence, but she would wait in bed for him to wake up. By the time Sabo had finally woken up, she was already up and moving, doing her morning routines which they usually did together.

Upon him getting out of bed, she was practically ready for the day. He had tried to wrap her body in a warm embrace and press a loving kiss to her lips.

She had dodged, turning her head to the side leaving his lips to land on her cheek. He immediately knew something was wrong. But before he could even ask, she unraveled his arm, gave him a rushed goodbye, and headed out of the front door.

It stuck with him all day. He questioned himself, thinking of anything that he could have done wrong.

She didn’t even send him update texts throughout the day like she did most days. She didn’t call him during her break. It was radio silent. It was so unlike her.

( y/n ) continued to avoid him even when she got home. Watching her walk through the front door, barely greet him, and just run off to their shared bedroom, he had enough.

Now here he stood at the door frame with his face full of emotions. Disappointment. Confusion. Sadness.

“( y/n ), please...please just say something to me. Don’t...leave me in the dark.”

She found the courage to look up from the floor, though her line of vision had focused on his legs. She wasn’t ready to meet his eyes yet. She was still suffering from the feeling of embarrassment. After what felt like a long silence, she found the words to speak. No matter how embarrassing, she had to say them. She needed to let him know how she felt.

“I’m embarrassed,” She admitted.

“Embarrassed?” He could not help himself. He left his post at the door frame, walking over to her. He held her face in his hands as if she was a delicate piece of art, forcing her ( e/c ) eyes to look into his own, “What is there to be embarrassed about, my love?”

“Last night.”

The events of last night played through his mind.

Sex.

Images of her naked body below him and her pleasured face filled his mind. Her beautiful, lewd noises still rang in his ear. Was that what she was embarrassed about? Seeing that he wasn’t quite following, she continued, “You...god this is even more embarrassing...”

“( y/n ), just tell me. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s not that. It was something you did...” She trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I’m really sorry if I―”

“No, I did like it. In fact, I really...really liked it. That’s why this is so embarrassing. Especially because you did it out of nowhere,” She confessed, feeling a weight being lifted off of her shoulders.

Sabo replayed their night together, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together him. When he finally remembered.

He was fucking her from behind, pounding into her pretty ass at a rough pace. He could hardly control himself. It had been way too long since the last time they fucked.

Someone was always busy or just not feeling it. Oh but now, they both had the time now. By the lustful look in his eye when he climbed on top of her, ( y/n ) already knew she was in for it.

Pounding into her pretty ass at a rough pace, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Filthy words of just how good she was to him, how amazing her pussy felt around him, how awfully cute her moans of his name and mewls, and how close he knew she was, falling from his mouth.

She had reached back, to place on his hip in order to try to get him to slow down. But of course, he didn’t listen. Rather he pushed her hand away, before landing a hard smack on her ass.

It happened so fast. Releasing the band that had built in her lower stomach, clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her body like a hurricane. She had fallen face first into the pillows of their shared bed, no longer being able to hold herself up. Though she was also glad the pillows hid the embarrassedly fucked out expression on her face.

“So you’re embarrassed because you liked that I smacked your ass?” He questioned, letting go of her face, and taking his place next to her on the edge of their bed.

“You know, you aren’t making it any better by saying it like that. I only feel more embarrassed...” She had trailed off, noticing the blond’s hand rest on her bare thigh. Sabo rubbed soothing circles into the skin of her thigh, “Don’t be embarrassed. Hell, if you like it, then you like it.” He had leaned closer until she could feel his lips graze the shell of her ear, “I liked it too. It was so sexy. Why don’t we explore it more, angel?”

His voice sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t hide the smile forming on her face, “Just how long have you been waiting for me to say yes to impact play?”

“You have no idea...”

“Well, why don’t you give me an idea?”

Sabo had rid her of her pants and panties, leaving no time to waste. She was now laid out over the blond’s lap. He had removed his gloves, throwing them off to the side to worry about later. Oh, but he wanted to take his time appreciating her perfect ass, alternating between gently rubbing and roughly grasping.

“Such a perfect ass,” He whispered under his breath, planting the first surprising smack. She jolted slightly underneath his touch, and a soft moan followed suit. The next smack came down rougher than the first, making a much louder sound. “All mine,” The blond claimed, rubbing the spot he had hit before turning his attention to her already dripping wet cunt.

He slid his fingers in her arousal, “Look how much fun you’re having.” The next rain of smacks came harder and faster, one right after another, with no wiggle room in between. With every smack, she had come louder, her moans turning into full-on yells. She had gone to cover her mouth, feeling embarrassed about just how loud she was. But he didn’t take too kindly to that, another few smacks came raining down onto her ass, “Remove the hand. Now.” His voice was low and unforgiving.

Without a second thought, she did as he said, placing her arm at her side, trying to keep herself from disobeying again.

He pulled apart her cheeks to get a better look at her cunt. The word ‘fuck’ involuntarily left his mouth. Sabo leaned forward a bit, spitting onto her pussy and rubbing it down her already slick folds. It was more of a territorial thing, a way to say her pussy belonged to him.

He plunged two of his slender fingers into her core, scissoring her folds at a fast pace. With his other hand, he continued to smack her ass, as his name left her mouth like a prayer between her pretty moans and deep breaths. Between her mouth and the lewd sounds from her cunt, Sabo was throbbing in his trousers.

She arched her back, lifting her ass further into the air, as she could feel the lower pit of her stomach begin to burn so well. She let out a shaky cry as she reached her first orgasm of the night, falling face first into the bed. He continued fingering her riding out her orgasm, only giving her a second or so to breathe before he decided she was ready again.

As if she was a doll, he tossed her from his lap further onto their bed before he stood up. He removed his shirt and pants, revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“But I’m the slut?” ( y/n ) teased.

“Yeah, we’re both sluts. But you’re MY slut, that’s the different, angel.”

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her, positioning her body in the way he wanted her. She was laying on her side, knees brought up slightly, exposing her already-bruising ass to her.

Sabo scooted closer, guiding his throbbing cock into her dripping core. A deep satisfied sigh fell from his lips as he bottomed out. A low moan erupted from her, raising in octaves as Sabo, desperate to fuck her, began a rough pace into her. Pulling nearly all the way out, just to slam his hips back into her ass resting his hands on her hips to use as leverage. She let out a string of ‘ah-fuck’s between desperate, slutty moans.

He stopped his thrusts, pulling out of her. Before she could even whimper at the sudden loss of contact, he was flipping her onto her stomach, bringing her ass up to meet his hips. He slid into her cunt once again, “That’s better.”

His thrusts were ruthless, punishing. But his smacks to her ass were even more so. “That’s my angel. You’re taking it so well. You love my cock inside of you, don’t you?”

“YES! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!” Her answer was as desperate as her need to cum. She was getting closer and closer by the thrust. “Need…need to cum!”

“Cum all you want. But I’m not finished using your pussy yet.”

Why did his lewd words always turn her on so much? With one more smack to her ass, she came for the second time tonight. His thrusts did not slow down one bit. She whimpered from overstimulation, reaching back to push on his chest. He pushed her head down roughly onto the sheets, before gripping her wrist and holding it on the small of her back.

“Sabo…ah…please slow…ahh…”

“Take it like I know you can.”

Her nails dig into the sheets, mewls, drool and garbled nonsense fell from her mouth as she was being fucked stupid. Tears began to prick the corners of her eyes. A third orgasm had showered down on her, her legs starting to twitch. Sabo had pulled out in the nick of time, painting her bruising ass the shade of him.

Beyond exhausted, ( y/n ) had collapsed fully now, laying on her stomach. He laid next to her on his side.

“I got a little…carried away, huh?”

“Just a little?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow. Sabo had laughed, “Okay, okay maybe more than just a little. You okay?” He brought his hand up to her back, rubbing soothing, soft circles.

She grinned tiredly, “Never better. I should have known you were a freak.”

“How come?!”

“Your gloves give it away. What normal, non-kinky person just wears gloves every day?”

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cheekykitsune · 2 years ago

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Unplanned Confessions

Okay, so first of all.

5880 words.

That’s a lot. That’s more than I have EVER written for a single NSFW scenario one-shot. Like, ever. Usually I like to keep them to about 3000 max.

That was blown outta the water this time, lemme tell you!

On that note, this actually took...so much time and energy and it’s hit pretty hard. I kept getting stuck on it, or falling asleep because of my meds and other bullshittery.

So I would greatly appreciate it, if you could let me know whether you enjoyed it or not! A comment, tags in a reblog (bc I see them all. I do, I promise I do), hell even an ask in my askbox.

But thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it and have a good night!

(It’s currently 5am and I’m exhausted, so Imma head to bed)

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Wandering through the streets at night wasn’t anything new to Taishiro, seeing people do disgusting things to each other was also something he was used to at this point. After all, he was known as one of the strongest villains in the area that was still ‘at large’. A unique way to put it considering the man’s size.

But even so, Taishiro took no pleasure in seeing some random scumbag hassle a woman in the alleyways that he used to get back home, pinning her up against a wall and doing god only knows what. Which is exactly why he changed the direction he was walking.

It was only temporary, the briefest of changes that allowed him to get closer to the two of them without the man realising until it was too late. Taishiro’s large hand closing around the back of his head and slamming his face into the solid brick wall behind the terrified woman that had stared at him in a silent plea for help the moment he laid eyes on her.

He found it truly amazing how a well-known villain was more help to a woman in distress than the heroes that paraded around claiming to be the people that were needed most.

Taishiro watched the disgusting man crumple to the ground in a broken heap, having clearly heard the loud, unmistakable sound of his skull cracking from the force he had used to hurt him; he had no mercy for people like the now unconscious man in front of him and little time for inconveniences when he was as tired as he was. Only just having finished a fight with a frustratingly persistent hero that insisted on declaring him to be his nemesis, though at best he was a minor inconvenience to the large villain.

Something easily dealt with.

“T-Thank you…”

Taishiro peered down at the woman, offering a quiet grunt in acknowledgement before turning his back to her, ready to go back to his home where he could rest and get something to eat after the long day he had had to endure.

“Wait…Taishiro!” The soft call of his name coming from the lips of a woman he didn’t know had him spinning around faster than she could ever possibly hope to comprehend. His hand clamping down around her mouth, allowing her to continue breathing through her mouth only because he refused to allow anyone to compare him to the disgusting trash that he had just taken out.

“Don’t. Say my name.” The words came out in a whispered warning as he leaned his head down so that he could stare deep into her eyes, trying to work out how she knew his name and not what he went by as a villain. There was a big difference between the two.

“How do you know that name? Are you a hero? Sent by one? Answer by nodding or shaking your head, I’m not giving you the opportunity to scream for help” He kept his voice low as he spoke, watching the smaller woman give an instant shake of her head; her wide eyes staring so earnestly into his own that he couldn’t help but believe her.

Unfortunately, that didn’t solve the issue of how she knew his name. It didn’t make sense to him and he couldn’t think of any scenario where she would come to know of it, Taishiro was antisocial. He wasn’t always, no, but it had been a long time since he had last enjoyed going out with friends and enjoying the freedom of young life.

“If you know that name, then you know what I could do to you to keep you quiet, don’t you?” He watched as the woman gave a slight nod of her head, her eyes never leaving his while he threw around ideas of what to do with her around in his head.

“Then you have a choice. Nod your head if you’ll come with me quietly and we can have a…chat, about what’s going to happen to you if you tell anyone what you know, shake your head if you’re stupid enough to try and scream while we go have a chat. Make your choice carefully, little woman” Taishiro spoke with a fierceness that he kept for those that were against him, wanting her to be fully aware of the danger that she could possibly be in. It all depended on her answer, but luckily for her, she was smart.

The nod of her head causing Taishiro to slowly remove his hand, hesitating slightly as he waited for her to try something stupid and scream out like he had warned again; though no sound escaped her. The woman in front of him simply stayed where she was, watching him with a quiet calmness; her hands fidgeting with the edge of her long-sleeve top.

“Seems like you do have a brain…alright then, you and me are gonna have ourselves a nice little chat” Taishiro grunted low as he spoke, lifting the woman over his shoulder with his arm around her legs to keep her steady; resisting the urge to snicker at the hands he felt smack against his back.

It was only once though and it was easy enough for him to work out that she was using his back to brace herself while he began his journey back to his home; and while it wasn’t his first choice, it was his only choice right now.

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You gulped nervously as you sat in a kitchen that you assumed belonged to the giant that sat across from you, his large arms cross over his chest while he watched you with narrowed eyes; his lips drawn into a thin unimpressed line.

“I…you want to know how I know your name…right?” You asked the question hesitantly, wanting to get the silence over with before it could drag out any longer. When you first spoke his name about half an hour ago, you had thought it a terrible mistake given how quickly he had turned to you with his hand over your mouth.

At the time, you honestly believed that he was going to kill you despite the fact he had saved you from a fate that you didn’t particularly wish to think about.

“Might be a good place to start sweetheart. Not many know that name anymore.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the unimpressed look not leaving his features while you fidgeted where you sat; lightly chewing on your bottom lip as you tried your best to arrange the words in your mind properly. It wasn’t the time to be making small mistakes, unfortunately though, it also wasn’t the time to be wasting his time by trying to make your sentences perfect.

“Well, it isn’t…we’ve met before. You saved me then too, but I think you were drunk that night, maybe? I really don’t know, but you saved me and then took me home” You offered the explanation somewhat quietly, speaking only loud enough for him to hear your words clearly, not entirely sure if he would believe you; even though you were telling the truth.

“I’m a villain. You know it and for some reason, despite knowing that. Here you are, sitting there nervous but unafraid. Why? Because I saved you? That’s naive” He sneered the observation at you, leaning forwards in the chair that he sat on to rest his arms against the table between the two of you; his gaze so intense that even though you wanted to, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“If you were going to hurt me, I think you would have done it by now…besides, I’ve known your name for an entire year now and I haven’t said a thing to anyone. I’m not trying to bring you any trouble” He scoffed at your words, tapping his finger against the table while running his eyes over you slowly; for what reason you couldn’t tell. Maybe it was to see if you were lying or not, it was impossible to judge since you weren’t the man in question.

“Then what do you want? What are you after? Why put yourself in this position?” His demanding questions made you more nervous than his scrutiny.

Before tonight happened, that horrible encounter with some drunken pervert, you could happily observe the giant of a man without him realising. Not stalk him, per se, but every time you happened to come across him; you could take the opportunity to admire the villain that you had developed feelings for.

It certainly wasn’t one of your best moments, falling for him. However, he had saved you a year ago and then again tonight. Each time you saw him, even if he was doing something against the law, it wasn’t hurting people’s lives unnecessarily that you could see and even if it did.

Well, you weren’t entirely certain you would care anymore. Taishiro Toyomitsu was important to you and now you had him sitting across from you with his full attention. Asking all the questions that could only lead to a single answer.

“You should probably answer me while I’m willing to listen to you. I might not be like the filth that was on top of you earlier, but I won’t object to killing you if I ha–”

“I don’t want anything! I’m keeping quiet because I’ve fallen for you!”

Your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and humiliation, being left with no alternative than to confess your one-sided feelings. The words leaving Taishiro wide-eyed and suitably speechless for a moment; his mouth falling open, and any words he had to say unable to leave his lips.

If you hadn’t just confessed to him, it might have been giggle-worthy. But considering that you had, it filled you with unease; having no idea what to expect from the silence that currently suffocated you.

“...You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in his voice made you frown, annoyance building at the fact that you had spoken your feelings honestly and the giant of a man that you had fallen for didn’t believe you. It was insulting, even if you did partially understand where his doubts could be coming from.

“No. I’m not…it isn’t just something I said to get out of having you kill me either.” You stood up as you spoke, glaring down at him while he stared up at you, an unknown emotion swirling within his honeyed gaze. A slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I don’t just see you when you somehow end up saving me…I see you walking through the streets, enjoying the food stalls when it’s so busy that you could get away with showing your face in public and when there are less-known villains that close in on the area. Do you not think people notice what you do around here? You might be a villain now but there are old habits from your early days as a pro-hero and don’t bother trying to deny it!” You couldn’t stop yourself from the words that managed to slip past your tongue, realising that it wasn’t the smartest idea to shout at the man that had both saved you and had the ability to end your life before you could be a liability to him.

On the same note, if there was a possibility that you were going to die anyway, you might as well say how you feel. Especially since you had been somewhat forced to announce your feelings to him, you had so very little to lose now.

Taishiro rose from his seat slowly, uttering not even a single sound as he stepped around the table that separated the two of you; two steps before he was standing in front of you with his thumb resting on your jaw and his forefinger curled beneath your chin, tilting your head back so that he could look down into your eyes.

His expression giving nothing away to you. No anger. No amusement. No curiosity. Just a blank stare that had your heart thundering in your ears.

“So, you know all that…and you’re brave enough, or should I say stupid enough, to shout it at me while I’m threatening your safety.” Taishiro leaned down as he spoke quietly, his nose lightly brushing against yours while you watched him with wide eyes, holding your breath simply because you were certain that if you made even the slightest of movements; that he would kill you right then and there.

“I guess you wouldn’t mind it then, little miss courageous, if I were to do this…”

His lips came in contact with yours a second after the words left him, demanding and warm against your own until your body started to respond. You didn’t quite understand what was going on, your brain hadn’t caught up and was still trying to process everything, but your body? Your body responded eagerly.

Your hands moved to his chest, fisting the light material of his shirt while his hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer to his body until you were pressed against him tightly; a position you’ve only been able to dream about up until this point in time.

When he pulled his head away slightly, just enough to allow you to breathe once more, you couldn’t stop yourself from whining low in disappointment; the sound pulling a light-hearted chuckle from Taishiro while his lips began to ghost over your jawline, slowly dipping lower and lower as he explored the skin that he could get to.

His hands surprisingly staying on your hips, keeping you close but not invading your personal space any more than that.

“I guess you really didn’t mind, if that adorable little whine is anything to go by” His teasing words resulted in you smacking your hand against his chest lightly, the other still grasping onto his shirt tightly; refusing to let go in case this was another one of your blissful dreams that teased you in only the worst ways.

“So what if I didn’t? I told you…didn’t I? How I felt…” You trailed off quietly, leaning down to rest your forehead against his broad shoulder, allowing yourself to enjoy the feel of his mouth against your skin before your dream came to an end.

At this point, it was 50/50 as to whether or not you were hallucinating to make your encounter in the alleyway seem like a distant problem, or if it was truly happening. But right now, you didn’t want to find out.

“I don’t exactly know you well enough to have feelings for you, for most that might bring up problems” His words made sense to you, however that didn’t mean that they meant a thing to you.

His point was well-made, of course. But you hadn’t exactly asked him to feel the same, merely confessed your own feelings. It wasn’t his responsibility to decide right then and there as to whether he felt the same way you did. That would be ridiculous.

“I’m not asking you to say anything like that.” You kept your feelings on the matter simple, not wanting to start a rambled speech of nonsense that would only ruin the strangely calm, enjoyable mood that had settled over the both of you. Likely due to the way his lips glided over your skin.

“Then what is it that you’re asking of me?” His question surprised you, your mouth dropping open while your brain struggled to come up with a response for him. Mostly because you didn’t exactly have one. It wasn’t like you had expected him to feel the same way you do, or for him to even remember saving you in the first place.

Your confession of feelings was simply the most truthful way to answer his demands as to why you kept his identity a secret. Though his height basically made that impossible. It was one of the few things about the blonde giant that baffled you.

“I…I’m not asking anything of you, I understand that there’s no reason for you to even know me, let alone love me. But you asked me a question and I tried to answer it as honestly as I could” You gave yourself a mental pat on the back for sounding as strong as you did, though slightly out of breath.

That wasn’t because of fear or a lack of courage to speak to Taishiro though. It was simply because his mouth was working wonders on some of the most sensitive places on your neck and it was starting to make your head spin violently.

Every lick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth and gentle suck on the spots that he had taken the time to shower with his rough attention; it all felt amazing to you and you wanted to ask him for more. The only downside is that you would just be another fuck to him; unlike him, who would end up being someone deeply special to yourself.

“Then if you aren’t asking for my feelings, would you settle for my touch?” His question came out in a low growl of curiosity that lit your skin on fire wherever his lips touched, your thighs pressing together slowly at the mere thought of having him between them.

You were touch starved and the first to admit it, all because no other man could compare to the villain in front of you. Not in your mind and finding small-time villains wasn’t enough to get your heart racing.

And now, the solution had presented itself to you shamelessly but you were seriously debating whether or not you should accept it. Like a god-damned fool.

“Your…touch…two minutes ago you wanted me out of your hair” You couldn’t stop the half-hearted chuckle that escaped you, your eyes dropping down to his while he simply grinned back up at you, nipping at the edge of your shirt teasingly; going no further without your say so. Surprising for a villain, but you appreciated it all the same.

“And now I want you in my bed, on my tongue, my fingers and wrapped around my cock.” Your face burned fiercely at his words. The heat that radiated off of your cheeks enough to toast marshmallows had you had any on hand.

“I…yes, I would settle for your touch Taishiro.” You spoke softly, gasping out in surprise when he stood up to his full height, lifting you into his strong arms as he did so; the action seeming to take little to no effort from the giant.

“You’re an interesting woman.” He chuckled as he walked through the apartment at a quick pace, passing by doorways and open rooms until he came up to the only closed door. A swift kick causing it to burst open while simultaneously startling you. Which wasn’t such a hard thing to achieve if you were being entirely honest with yourself.

“So are you going to bother telling me your name? Or are you just going to be a nameless fuck for me?” He questioned you while laying you down on the large bed in the room, his hands effortlessly tugging your clothes free from your body; revealing yourself to him entirely.

“You mean, you’re actually interested in my name?” You gasped out faintly as his large hands closed around your thighs, spreading them so that he could run his tongue along your folds slowly; the warmth that shot through you addictive.

“Are you going to make me ask a second time?” Taishiro didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he looked up into your eyes, a deep hunger beginning to surface while you squirmed beneath him; enjoying the feel of his tongue against you.

“(Name).”

He hummed low in response, holding onto your thighs firmly and keeping them spread so that he could continue with his task of exploration. Each slow stroke of his tongue pulling soft whines and quiet moans from your lips, your reluctance to moan properly due to the embarrassment of having him watch your reactions so closely.

“You sound almost as good as you taste, (Name)” He muttered out the words in a low rumble as he began to kiss his way up along your body, large hands sliding up along over the spots that his lips graced until they left your body altogether in order to press into the mattress on either side of you. Allowing him to keep his balance above you while his head came to hover above your own, his tongue sliding along his lips to lick away the slick that had spread over them from when he sampled your taste.

“I think it would be better if you weren’t holding yourself back” You looked away as he spoke, squirming beneath him. Naked and vulnerable to everything he had to offer.

“I think this is the best you’re getting for the moment” You spoke softly, gasping out when his hand closed around the bottom half of your face, his fingers squishing your cheeks as he turned your head so that he could look you in the eyes once more. Displeasure reflecting within his honeyed orbs.

“I take no pleasure in taking from an unwilling partner. I can’t decide whether everything is just a show so that you could keep breathing, or if you’ve lost your nerve at the last moment…but do not try to lie to me with your body, because it will win you no favours” He practically growled out the words at you while you could do little more than stare up into his annoyed gaze, wishing that you weren’t so awkward in such a moment.

“I haven’t lost my nerve, if anything I’ve just gained a hundred of them. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re a giant compared to me and it makes me a little nervous like this. Excuse me for being human!” You huffed out the words while he blinked slowly, clearly taking a moment to process the information before slowly sitting back, his hands landing on your thighs; rubbing slow circles into the soft skin.

“Tell me then, (Name). Have you ever been fucked before?” You wanted to hit him. You honestly wanted to hit him for that question, but he seemed oblivious to the fact, continuing to watch you while your mouth fell open and your brain decided to fail you for a proper response.

“I’ll take that as a yes” He snorted at your reaction, giving a lazy roll of his hips and causing his large cock to rub up along your folds, your slick coating him in a generous amount with just a single movement. You would be embarrassed, but you were much too busy whining at the feel of him against you; impossibly large and about to be buried inside of you.

You blinked in confusion when Taishiro moved away from you, instead positioning himself at the head of the bed, getting himself comfortable in a sitting position before motioning over to you with a quick flick of his wrist.

If you were to take a guess, you assumed he wanted you in his lap. However, you couldn’t quite put your finger on why, the position you were just in had been fine; it was your nerves that was the problem.

“Hurry it up midget, before I change my mind and fuck you face-first into the mattress!”

You jumped at his words, crawling your way over to him and allowing him to pull you close to his chest the moment you were within arms’ reach; a not-so-quiet gasp falling from your lips when you felt his dick press against your folds.

Taishiro made no effort to thrust himself inside of you, instead moving one hand to your waist, while the other helped you get settled in his lap; making sure that you were both steady and comfortable. Not exactly something you expected from the villainous giant, but certainly, something that you appreciated given everything that had happened that day.

“Alright, here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to guide my dick inside you, as much as you can take before you start feeling discomfort” He paused, sending you a pointed look before moving his hand between your bodies and guiding the tip of his dick to your folds; slowly rubbing along them to give you a moment to adjust yourself to the idea of it, of him, being inside of you.

“Once you’re good, you’ll be in control for a little. I’ll let you decide how much you can take at a time and then when you can take all of me, I’ll take over again. You understand?” You nodded slowly at his question, nervously chewing on your bottom lip while moving your hands to his shoulders, the warmth of his skin beneath yours somehow enough to settle the butterflies in your stomach. Some of them anyhow.

“Good girl…don’t expect this every time we fuck either” He groaned out quietly as he spoke, your moan just barely louder than his words as he thrust himself inside of you slowly, spreading you around his impressively thick cock.

“Every time?” You spoke the words before you could stop yourself, the slight wince that you were unable to hide causing Taishiro to move his hands to your hips, holding you in place and preventing you from taking any more of him inside of you for the time being.

The disapproving click of his tongue following soon after.

“Yes, every time. I asked if you would settle for my touch, I didn’t specify that it would be a once off…if you can take what I have to offer, then some effort on my part might be called for”

He hummed faintly as he moved a hand to brush a strand of your hair off of your cheek, his thumb ghosting over your lips while his eyes studied you closely, taking in any movement you made. If it were anyone else, you were certain that you would be uncomfortable, but since it was Taishiro. Well, you found yourself enjoying the attention more and more as time passed.

“Though I don’t promise anything more than a good fuck” He muttered the words plainly, flicking his gaze up to yours for a brief moment before allowing his eyes to return to wherever it was he was currently studying; possibly his hand that had settled on the base of your neck. His fingers lightly brushing against the soft skin.

“So then, you don’t mind my company?” You tilted your head as you spoke, slowly leaning your head closer to his own; using your hold on his shoulders to steady yourself so that you didn’t end up hurting yourself by accidentally taking in more of him than you were ready to.

“Now that I know you’re harmless, not particularly” He raised an eyebrow as you smiled, happy with his answer and even going as far as to kiss him tenderly. About to pull your head away before he surprised you by kissing back eagerly.

Sure, he had been the one to kiss you first. But you had honestly believed that to be a quick way for him to test how serious you had been about your confession. The idea of him kissing you because he felt like it, was a little harder to grasp.

“What’s the matter? Weren’t expecting the big bad villain to kiss you back?” He chuckled loudly when you pulled your head away from his, cheeks burning and eyes wide; shock clearly being your new favourite expression after the night you were currently experiencing.

“Silly woman, I expected you to know better” His head dropped lower as he spoke, your eyes following after him while his mouth closed around one of your nipples, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud; causing you to gasp out in pleasure. Your back arching ever-so-slightly.

Needing a way to get back at him for the way he was finding his entertainment in the moment, you took a deep breath and gave a heavy roll of your hips; taking in as much of his dick as you possibly could.

Your mouth fell open when Taishiro bucked his hips, the action sending a burning hot jolt of pleasure through your body. You were positive, no matter how crazy it sounded in your mind, that the fat tip of his dick was pressed up against your cervix and the fact that you enjoyed the sensation as much as you did made you want to crawl your way out of the room and hide away for the rest of your young life.

“You know…” Taishiro trailed off as he teased your nipple with his hot tongue, giving a firm nip before lifting his head so that he could look you in the eye; amusement reflecting from within his honeyed gaze.

“The idea of me letting you have some control over this, was so that you could take your time and adjust” He paused, sliding his hands along your body and down to your arse, cupping the soft cheeks before digging his fingers into them roughly; allowing him to lift your body off of his throbbing dick slowly.

Leaving only the tip nestled comfortably within your entrance, the low whine that left you signalling your displeasure with the decision.

“It wasn’t so that you could rush yourself!”

With the annoyed growl that left him, Taishiro gave a harsh thrust of his hips, using his hold on you to pull you down onto his lap harshly; the force of his actions ripping his name from your lips in a scream with little effort. A satisfied smirk decorating his features.

“Then again, I think I like it. You’re just as helpless like this, as you are on your back beneath me” You wanted to argue his chuckled remark, but it was impossible to find the words while he continued to manhandle you.

Lifting your body, only to pull you back down onto his dick without mercy. Sharp teeth catching the soft flesh of your breasts every time they happened to catch his eye.

Everything about this man right now was a contradiction to his villainous self and granted, you knew that he was more than just the villain he let people see, it was still hard to process. Though that could be due to the way your mind would just blank out every few seconds, having Taishiro’s cock pounding against your cervix wasn’t so great for keeping your train of thoughts it seemed.

“Look at you, look at how beautiful you are when you’re being destroyed by my cock…” Taishiro stared up at you in wonder as you tilted your head down, staring down at him with a dazed expression and lidded eyes; your mouth opening to question him on why he would bother saying such a thing before yet another scream left your lips instead. Your back arching from the burning pleasure that he sent racing throughout your body with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Taishiro’s hand moved faster than you could predict while you did your best to bounce yourself on his dick, a loud cry of surprise escaping you as he slapped your arse harshly; the stinging sensation soon followed by a pleasure that you couldn’t quite explain.

“Don’t give me that look, it was a reward for being so good” Taishiro leaned up to nip along your jaw as he purred out the praise, a quiet snicker hidden beneath your loud whines and moans of pleasure; the perfect cover to hide his endless amusement.

“Sounds like someone enjoys getting spanked” The shamelessly uttered words made you whine out loudly in protest before burying your face against the crook of his neck, not bothering to try and hide your enjoyment of the situation.

Instead, you simply let yourself be submerged in the pleasure. Your moans growing louder and more desperate as Taishiro continued to fuck you, the pace quickly becoming too much for you to keep up with, prompting him to change your positions; though he seemed to refuse the idea of taking a quick break to do so.

Taishiro had you on your back on the bed in no time at all, his hands moving from your ass up to your wrists and pinning them above your head so that you were unable to do little more than enjoy the way he continued to slam into you without care or mercy.

Each thrust seemed to drag you closer and closer to the edge, an unbearable heat building in the very pit of your stomach while Taishiro’s mouth explored your body, teeth digging into your soft and previously unmarked skin. Leaving behind bruises and bite marks to make sure that anyone that spared you a glance would know that you had someone to satisfy your every need.

“You’re getting tighter…”

Taishiro barely got out the words in a choked-out moan, his grip on your wrists tightening ever-so-slightly while you continued to whimper and gasp out in pleasure beneath him, your legs trembling as he kept burying his large dick inside of you.

You couldn’t even respond to him, managing a couple of out-of-breath gasps before his name tore itself from your throat in the form of a loud, pleasure-filled shout. Your orgasm rocking through your entire body while his hips moved harder and faster.

His brutal pace lasted only a few more seconds before his hips jerked suddenly, burying every inch he had to offer inside of you and filling you with his seed. The sensation new and strange to you as you came down from one of the most intense orgasms that you had ever had. Having one from getting fucked senseless entirely different from inducing one yourself, as you had just learnt.

“Fuck…I really should have pulled out for that…” Taishiro breathed heavily as he released your wrists, slowly leaning back so that he was sitting between your thighs, still buried deep inside of you; seemingly in no hurry to remove himself.

“Fuck it, you’ll stay the night. I’ll just buy you plan B tomorrow morning” He grumbled out a solution lowly before his hands began brushing over the bite marks that he had left behind in an almost soothing way; stopping once he noticed you staring up at him.

Though you were more than a little dazed, still trying to blink away the black spots in your vision.

“If I move us to the bathroom, you think you can go another round? Little miss (Name)?”

You gave a slow nod of your head at his question, unable to feel the embarrassment that you otherwise would have while he removed himself from your still trembling body; his large arms scooping you up as carefully as he could manage.

“Poor woman, when I’m finally done with you tonight you’re going to be stuck in bed for a whole week” He chuckled low, paying your wide-eyed stare no mind as he made his way through the apartment; whistling a low, happy tune to himself with a rather large grin on his lips.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you love every second of it. All you gotta do is keep up. You can do that right?”

#fatgum #fatgum x reader #taishiro x reader #bnha x reader #toyomitsu x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #reader x taishiro #reader x toyomitsu #reader x fatgum #villain!fatgum #villain au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #scenario #smut #requests #cheeky kitsune

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football-writing · 3 years ago

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Jack Grealish - figure it out

"Please don't do this." Her voice was trembling, her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at the guy in front of her.

"Y/N, don't make this harder than it is. Please." He ushered her to calm down, a painful expression on his face as he saw how much he hurt her.

"If it's so hard, why do you have to break up with me? We can just stay together, right? Don't do this to me Jack."

She took a step closer as she tried to convince him, reaching out her hands to hold his, a pleading look in her tear-filled eyes. But Jack had already made up his mind. It wasn't like there had been any real problems, or some sort of breaking point. Hell, he is still head over heels for her, too. But seeing as the tabloids had it in for him, and how he was moving away to Manchester, he figured it would be best to end it here. For her sake. She had always been insecure, and dating a footballer that lived 90 miles away wasn't going to make her feel any better.

"Please don't do this." She whispered again as she finally broke down completely, her sobs echoing through the room as she fought to breath. Jack reached out to hold her steady, his hands on her upper back, tracing figures with his fingertips in hopes of soothing her heartbreak even the slightest bit. He kissed the top of her head as she struggled to break free from his grasp, her balled up fists hitting his chest repeatedly as she cried out about how much she hated him for doing this to her, but he caught her hands in his with ease. A whispered plead for her to stop being all it took for her to give in and let him comfort her for the final time. Maybe he had broken her heart now, but her heartbreak would be much worse if tabloids and fans and the distance between them got to her. He could manage if he was hated for his move to City, but if she came to be subject of their harassment? It would kill him.

"It's for the best, Y/N. I'm sorry." He spoke softly as he broke their embrace. However, her grip on him tightened, not letting go as they looked into each other's eyes, a yearning present in both pairs to give in, a desire so strong it made their skin feel ablaze; to touch, feel each other's skin, burn with passion for the other, even now. Especially now.

And she kissed him. Stood up on her tippy toes and reached for the back of his head to pull him down, lips hungry and desperate as they molded together, fear and sorrow evident as they moved against each other. The taste of her tears now on his tongue, and for a second he wondered if this was all worth it.

But he knew in the back of his mind that it was. So when they finally parted, her eyes pleading him to stay, he apologised one more time before he left her standing there to pick up the pieces on her own.

- Hindsight didn't help her one bit. -

She had tried to get over him, she really had. Even if she didn't run into him around town, she couldn't possibly move on when everything she did reminded her of him. The mug with a faded picture of the two of them that he always used to drink his tea out of staring at her everytime she opened her cabinets, his aftershave that smelled like home to her still in her bathroom. Even as she put a pizza in her oven, she was reminded of the time he burned his arm when trying to make pizza on their date night. How she had ended up rubbing butter on his arm because he had read on reddit that it would relieve the pain, both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. How her laughter had died down in her throat as he had grabbed the backs of her thighs to lift her up on the counter top, making out until that forgotten pizza had turned cold again.

His move to Manchester hadn't exactly made her thoughts disappear. He was everywhere: she couldn't open twitter or there was more news about him, the papers displaying his face on their front covers with his record breaking deal. Yet she also saw how fans targeted him for his move to City.

And it pained her to realise that she understood. Why he broke up with her. The fans would no doubt have targeted her, too, and throughout their relationship they had always been clear on her not giving up anything for his career - clearly that included not moving away from the place that she had grown to call home.

But god did it kill her to know that she wouldn't be able to be there for him. With him. She knew he had meant to think of her, but instead he had thought for her- breaking up with her for her own good without letting her weigh in on that decision. That was the hardest part for her. Anyone would understand if she was angry and upset at him. And maybe she was. But she still loved him, and his act only proved that he loved her too, even if the way it showed wasn't the outcome she wished for.

- It was how she came to be in her current situation. -

With Jack on her couch at 5am. Their eyes darting over the other curiously, filled with desire, only to turn away like a deer caught in headlights as soon as they made eye contact. Their relationship thus far had been natural, easy. But nothing about this was easy. How was she to respond to him being here after all those weeks?

"You're probably wondering why I'm here." He had begun for her.

"Clearly." Her tone was more bitter than she had meant.

"I couldn't sleep."

She figured he'd say something else, explain why that was a reason to come back to her, but he kept quiet instead, his eyes focused on his fidgeting hands.

"So you drove the 90 miles back here?"

"Yeah. Look, I just-" He looked up then, finally making eyecontact while biting the inside of his cheek nervously. He looked like it scared him, too, to finally look into her eyes again. Seeing her face for the first time after leaving her when he broke up with her. Perhaps he expected her to look happy, brighter, while she had been without him. But to his surprise her eyes were dull, bags under them from the lack of sleep, her lips chapped; he knew it was from picking at them, something she did when she was upset. She was just as tired as he was.

"I miss you. And I know I have no right to say it, Y/N. I really don't. But you know why, yeah? I had to."

"You could've told me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and it sounded no where near as confident as she usually was.

"I know. I'm sorry baby." Guilt was written over his face as he apologised. The nickname felt familiar as it reached her ears, and she inhaled deeply at how inviting it sounded.

"Look- I just couldn't sleep. If we drive back now we still have maybe three hours to catch up on-"

Hold on, you- you want me to come with you?" She interrupted him, her eyes wide with incredulity at his request.

"Would you? You know I sleep best with you next to me." His statement was so softspoken and honest, it made her heart flutter.

She nodded apprehensively.

But she knew what it meant: they would figure it out. They would be okay, together.

#Jack grealish #Jack grealish oneshot #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish fanfic

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qianinterprises · 4 years ago

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Bundled Joy {Part One}

Pairing: Kun x Reader

Genre: fluff, crack, minor angst, pregnancy au

Warnings: pregnant reader, yelling, teasing, overprotective Xiaojun, teasing YangYang, slight explicit language

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis: You have a secret that somehow, all of the boys discover before you have time to tell the father. Now, you just have to fight them to tell Kun first.

Author's Notes: I started writing this honestly because I was bored and needed something to do. I didn't expect to finish it, much less post it, so it's going to be pretty different from most of the things I have written in the past. With that said, I have also decided to make this a series, but, as this was just meant to be fun, I cannot guarantee that I will update regularly, but I will try. Also note that this is my first ever series so I hope it's ok! Please enjoy!

Part two coming soon

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Movie night with WayV happened about once a week, usually on the weekends when the boys either had a day off or didn't have to get up so early. Most of the time, you were invited to movie nights because, in Hendery's words, "movie night just isn't complete without mom and dad together!" It, however, had been a while since you had enjoyed movie night with them, having been too busy with work. This weekend, however, you had decided to join them after not so subtle but ridiculously persistent badgering from both your boyfriend and the other members, particularly YangYang.

Kun had texted you earlier in the day and asked if you'd pick up dinner, something you were only slightly surprised at. Typically, Kun cooked and, if you were over, you often cooked together. However, with deadlines and schedules, you weren't surprised that he was a little too tired to cook a huge meal for six bottomless pits. So, after ordering food online and picking it up, you showed up at the door carrying 10 pizza boxes, four two-liter sodas dangling from your arms in plastic bags because you were sure they'd want something besides water.

As you were struggling to ring the doorbell, having no arms left to reach the door knob or fish your keys out of your pocket, the door flew open to reveal a grinning Hendery who looked more interested in the pizza's that your presence.

“Can I-” he didn’t finish his sentence, looking greedily at the boxes.

“Yes,” you said, almost exasperatedly, though you were glad to be free of the burning boxes.

He grinned gleefully and took the boxes from your arms, hurrying into the kitchen where Lucas and YangYang were already waiting, each holding their own plate.

With a small laugh at the antics of the boys you’d come to love, you stepped into the dorm, only to be greeted with arms wrapping around your waist and a small kiss placed upon your lips.

“Hey babe,” Kun said, smiling softly as his eyes washed over your face.

“Do you guys really have to do that in front of us,” Ten whined, making a disgusted face as he grabbed his own plate.

“At least we have the decency to go somewhere else for our extracurricular activities!” Kun retorted.

Ten was notorious for bringing guests back to the dorms and making poor Hendery snuggle with a reluctant Xiaojun in a small bed.

“Not every time,” Sicheng pointed out, his own face morphing into disgust.

You rolled your eyes. One time to Ten’s twenty, that seemed fair.

“It was one time! And we didn’t even do much!” you argued.

“It would have been different if he had been giving you some… special attention! But instead of seeing boobs, we saw the dick we see all the time!” Xiaojun complained.

“Why do you want to see my girlfriend's boobs?!”

“Better question, why is it so normal for them to see your dick?”

“Kun-gi likes to change in front of us!” YangYang yelled, sounding scandalized.

“We all do!”

“Oh my God! Can we just watch the movie and eat?!” Hendery begged.

With that, Kun handed you a plate of food and sat down on the couch, pulling you snuggly into his side as YangYang started the movie.

It was late when the movie finished and Kun insisted you stay the night, something you would have denied if you hadn’t been too exhausted to think.

It wasn’t unnatural for you to stay over, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you quite liked sleeping with Kun. He liked to hold you while he slept, which was part of the problem. You knew you’d be needing to untangle yourself from him at some point early in the morning and, if you intended to keep your secret, you’d have to do so without waking him, which wasn’t an easy thing to do. However, you agreed anyway, letting him lead you to the bedroom he shared with Xiaojun and YangYang. He wrapped his arms around you and, just like that, you were both sound asleep.

And there you were at 5am struggling to remove yourself from Kun’s hold without waking him up as your stomach churned and half-digested pizza threatened to crawl up your throat.

After a struggle that took way too long for someone needing to rush to the bathroom, you finally, successfully, pulled yourself from the bed without waking up your boyfriend, however, the early morning struggles didn’t stop there.

Stumbling through the dark, your feel suddenly got tangled up in a pair of stray shoes (most likely YangYang’s) settled precariously on the carpet, causing you to stumble and nearly lose your balance, catching yourself on the bunk bed.

Cursing, you paused your movements to listen for any wakefulness, swallowing thickly to push down the creeping bile as YangYang simply rolled over and resumed his quiet snores. Surging with relief, you quickly, but quietly, rushed from the room, not noticing a sleepy Xiaojun sitting up, watching you disappear into the hallway.

You stumbled blindly down the dark hallway until finally, you reached the bathroom, dropping to your knees immediately and hurling into the toilet, holding your hair back until someone suddenly appeared behind you, taking your hair in their hands, allowing you to clutch the toilet as your body shook with the force of the retches.

You assumed it was Kun until Ten’s voice met your ears as a hand settled on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“Let it all out,” he said softly.

You didn’t have time to question his presence as your body shook through a new wave of nausea. His soothing motions didn’t cease, even though you knew he was probably disgusted.

When you finally finished, you weakly reached up to flush down your sick before turning around. Ten helped you settle against the wall as you struggled to catch your bearings. However, when your eyes floated up from the floor, you were met with a tired, but concerned Ten standing near the sink and a sleepy Xiaojun peering in the doorway.

“What are you guys doing up?” you asked, voice hoarse from exertion.

“I was entertaining a guest when I heard someone barrelling down the hall,” Ten explained, turning his attention to the male sleepily leaning against the door.

“When you hit the bunk bed you woke me up,” he explained through a yawn.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and turned his gaze on you, eyes filled with concern.

“Why didn’t you wake up Kun?” Ten asked.

You sighed. You’d have to come clean now, because if not, they’d badger you until you did and then Kun would find out before you were ready.

“I didn’t want him to know yet.”

“Know what?” Xiaojun asked.

One glance at Ten and you could see the gears turning in his head. You simply let your eyes rest on his face, waiting for the question he was working on generating, steeling yourself when he opened his mouth to speak.

“Are you pregnant?”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Xiaojun’s face morph, eyes growing as wide as saucers, lips parting into an ‘O’ at the sudden, accurate question.

You simply nodded before speaking.

“But you’d better not tell him if you both value having dick’s!” you warned. “I already have something planned out and you two better not spill the beans before I have a chance to tell him!”

“We won’t! We won’t!” Ten promised, a giant grin spreading across his face.

“I’m going to be an uncle!” Xiaojun piped.

You rolled your eyes and shifted off the wall to get up when Xiaojun suddenly appeared at your side, half picking you up, eliciting a small yelp from your lips.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you hissed, voice reaching a volume that would likely, accidentally, wake someone else up.

“You have to be careful now! You can’t hurt the baby!” Xiaojun exclaimed as if it should have been obvious.

With a roll of your eyes, you let him continue, crossing your arms over your chest as Ten cackled.

“Looks like you’re going to be dealing with an overprotective Jun!”

You let out a huff but resigned yourself to the fact that this was probably going to be the new normal, at least until you told Kun.

Xiaojun carried you from the bathroom and placed your feet down on the soft carpet of his bedroom floor. He slowly escorted you past YangYang’s shoes to your side of Kun’s bed where he lifted the blankets and tucked you back in. Almost instantaneously, Kun’s arms wrapped around your form, hugging you to his chest.

It was the next morning when the amazing scent of breakfast wafted into the room, stirring you from sleep in the best way possible. You rolled over, feeling Kun’s side empty and threw the blankets off your body, the cool morning bringing goosebumps to your skin.

Slowly, you threw your legs off the side of the bed, letting out a yawn as you scanned the bunk beds across from you, finding both beds empty.

As you stood up, your stomach shifted and grumbled, although you weren’t sure if it could handle Kun’s delicious breakfast.

Still, you made your way from the bedroom, meeting a grinning Lucas outside the room. He was standing outside the door, almost as though he was waiting for you to step out. His grin was a little more than slightly creepy and, as soon as he saw you, he began rocking on the balls of his feet like a puppy getting ready to pounce on its owner, something that wasn’t unusual for Lucas to do.

“Lucas?” you asked cautiously, already bracing yourself for the weight of the gentle giant.

“I wanna be the favorite uncle!”

At his words, you let your arms fall by your sides, a groan rising from your throat.

“I’m going to kill them,” you mumbled. “Which one of the boneheads told you?!”

“Your squeal last night woke me up, and then I heard Ten mumbling how amazing it was walking past my room!”

So your screech had woken people up. Great.

“Who else knows?”

With Lucas knowing, it was only a matter of time before the whole world did. If there was one thing Lucas couldn’t do, it was keep a secret.

“Pretty much everyone except Kun. Xiaojun said you threatened our dick’s if anyone told him.... But with as many hints and YangYang keeps dropping, it’s only a matter of time before he figures it out.”

YangYang. You loved the boy. You really did. He was so precious when he was crawling in bed between you and Kun on the nights nightmares woke him up from sleep. Or when he was crying as his legs cramped painfully. The times when he really showed just how young he was.

However, despite your love for the boy you thought of as a little brother, he truly could be a thorn in your side.

You pushed past Lucas and speed-walked into the kitchen where YangYang was, as Lucas promised, dropping hints.

“I want baby carrots and swaddled pigs in blankets for dinner!” He was saying cheekily.

“That’s a lot! Maybe I can help with that!” you said enthusiastically before grabbing the younger's arms and all but yanking him from the room.

“What?” he asked, as if he had done nothing wrong.

“I swear Yang, if you rob me of the joy of telling him, he’s going to be a dad, I will personally remove your gonads with a rusted spoon!” you hissed,

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Good luck finding a rusty spoon without searching Jeno’s bedroom.”

You shoved him lightly, glaring at him as he walked back into the kitchen, you hot on his trail.

“Good morning sleepy-head,” Kun greeted, seemingly noticing you for the first time.

He placed a soft kiss on your lips and wrapped an arm around your waist, a greeting you loved but would never get used to.

“That’s exactly the kind of thing that got you into this situation,” Hendery piped.

Kun turned around, arching an eyebrow at the male as you sent Hendery the harshest glare you could muster. He bit down on his lip, trying, and partially failing to hide a sinister smirk.

You were going to end up killing them all if you didn’t tell Kun soon, but you wanted him to find out your own way, not because six boys couldn’t keep a secret!

“Babe? Do you think we could go out today?” you asked.

“Ooooo!” all six boys cooed, nearly in unison.

“Ok, what’s going on?” Kun asked, placing his hands on his hips.

It killed you how perceptive he could be.

“You’ve all been acting funny all morning!”

His tone was sharp and commanding, the kind of tone that sent trembles down your spin and heat rushing to your core with need.

“Oh! He’s using his dad tone! He must be-”

“Yang! Shut up!” you snapped, voice raising as tears gathered in your eyes.

His eyes widened as a tear slipped past your eye, trailing down your cheek.

“Y/N… I’m sorry!”

“Why can’t you guys just accept that I want to tell him in my own way! Stop messing around before he figures it out! Because if he does, I will never forgive any of you!” your voice shook with emotion as you spoke, hands balled into fists at your sides.

You were expecting a snarky comeback about being a crybaby, but no one said anything for a good few seconds before Kun broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“Where did you want to go?” he asked.

“To our special place in the park… for a picnic…”

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your head.

“Let’s go back to your place to prepare then,” he said.

With that, you sent one more look at the boys before following Kun back to his room to adorn yourselves in anything other than pjs.

Part of you was reluctant to tell Kun yet, wanting to wait just a little longer, but with the boys’ inability to keep anything held within the confines of secrecy, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer if you wanted to be the one to tell him.

After preparing a nice picnic while Kun was playing with your cat, Kun took your hand and led you to the park where you both had said “I love you” for the first time.

As you reached the grassy area, you separated yourselves from the playground where kids were playing and screaming, finding a nice shady spot near the hiking trail where Kun spread the old purple and brown blanket you’d fished out of your linen closet. You placed the brown wicker basket in the center and sat down on the blanket, pulling your legs in and curling them. Kun sat down beside you, pulling out the plates as you grabbed the plate of premade sandwiches and cucumbers, your heart pounding in your ears.

“So… how do you feel about... sitting on a picnic blanket with… more than just us?”

It was vague, you knew, but you didn’t know how to just come out and tell the truth.

He gave you a puzzled look as he retrieved a sandwich from the plate.

“Like… the boys coming too?” he asked.

Dense. Kun, WayV’s leader. The group's father. So damn dense!

“I mean like… children…?” you mumbled, heart pounding harder.

“I’d love to have children with you one day!”

“What about soon? Like… now?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow and took a bite of his sandwich, swallowing before replying.

“Are you telling me you want to start trying?”

You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that Kun was just too dense to get it without you spelling it out for him.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered finally, the words coming out softly as a weight lifted off your chest.

The truth will set you free.

Kun was silent for a long moment. So long, in fact, that tears of rejection were gathering in your eyes and you prepared yourself for the “it’s not mine” or “I can’t have a baby right now” speech.

However, as you were about to get up and apologize, a huge smile broke out across his face and the next thing you knew, you were being tackled back, back hitting the grass as Kun held himself on top of you, grinning like a madman.

You were too caught up in the moment to care how the moment might have looked to any onlookers. It was none of their business anyway.

“I’m going to be a daddy?” he asked.

Tears of his own were already falling down his cheeks.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, your throat choked up from the happiness of his reaction. So instead, you gave a simple nod, your own smile mirroring his.

He rolled over into the grass beside you and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m going to be a daddy,” he whispered this time, almost as if to assure himself of the fact one more time.

As soon as the words left his lips, your ears were met with a surprisingly on key chorus of “awwww’s,” seeming to come from behind the bushes before a hyperactive Bella was jumping into Kun’s lap, licking his face in delight.

“Wait… why did everyone else find out before me?!”

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august - Kiara Carrera

Author’s Note:

If it’s a bit confusing it’s because it’s 5am here and I just finished writing it, my eyes are trying to sleep already lol

PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM PART OF THE POST

This is the third part of the Folklore Trilogy, please read accordingly.

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august

EPILOGUE

Warning: contains smut, ANGST, drugs

Disclaimer: This is written in Kie’s p.o.v

Summary: Kie has been in love with Rafe for a long time but hides it from Sarah, her best friend. Everything changed after prom.

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Song: august - Taylor Swift

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I’ve known Rafe Cameron since elementary school. I was best friends with Sarah and I would see him everyday with Topper and Kelce.

Sarah and I would go and play on their treehouse while the boys went to swim in the lake. I guess I was too young to figure out but I always have this soft spot for Rafe. The fact that I watched him grow in to the man that he is, I can’t help but smile and remember the times where we would all just hang out and play. I’ve seen the good and the worst of him, but I still choose him. Out of the boys flirting and trying to shoot their shot at me, I choose the one who doesn’t even like me.

He treats me like a little sister, he’s protective over me and scares away the boys that would even try to go near me. Us being in the same grade together made us closer a little bit, but I still kept my distance for Sarah, this is the only secret that I have kept from her. I can’t tell her that I liked her brother. I’m scared that it might ruin our friendship. So I just adore Rafe Cameron from afar and god, no one knows what goes on my mind when he’s around.

There are times that I tried flirting with him, kissing him on the cheek, eating lunch with him. I tried subtle ways for him to look at me differently, but it didn’t work.

Junior Year started, I heard rumors about a girl in his homeroom class, her name’s y/n. Inez told me that Rafe and y/n have been hanging out a lot. That’s why I haven’t seen him around their house so much.

Sarah and I went to a coffeeshop near our school, when we entered, I saw Y/N with Rafe, she’s reading a book and he’s pretending to read a book but he’s really looking at y/n, admiring how beautiful she is. I mean I’m not gonna lie, she’s pretty and smart. I guess I just have to be happy for them. I looked away and went in to order coffee for me and Sarah. I asked Sarah if we could take the coffee outside since I don’t want to see them spending time together inside the coffee shop. I drank my iced coffee and pulled out a joint and lighting it. I huffed as I sip from my coffee as well.

Sarah looked at me raising her eyebrows, I tried to stay calm and said that I was anxious about an exam tomorrow and that I really need to study later when I get home. Thankfully she believed me, so we just finished drinking the coffee and we decided to go home.

We went to obx that weekend, Rafe was back to his territory so Topper and Kelce decided to throw a party for him. Inez and I have been talking about our english test when he approached us, I said hi and kissed his cheek. That’s awkward I thought to myself, luckily he steered away and went to Topper and Kelce.

We were helping them set up the kegs and got everything ready around 8pm. The party started at 9, Topper bought 6 kegs for 40 people and some brought their own liquor. By the time the kegs were already in half, almost everyone is drunk and wasted.

I saw Rafe sitting in front of the bonfire they created. I sat down next to him and looked at him for a while, before I decided to ask if he wanted to smoke a joint with me. He looks at me and just nodded. I lit up the joint and inhaled and huffed the first hit, and passing it to his mouth, he inhaled and huffed the smoke. We sat there just talking about life, school, y/n, almost everything. This was the first time that he didn’t looked at me like I was his little sister’s friend. He actually acknowledged me as his actual friend/classmate.

He told me that it’s his first time he’s had weed and it felt amazing. I laughed at him and gave him another roll, just in case he wants.

Prom was around the corner and me and my friends decided to go without a partner. We got inside and took pictures, danced a little bit, ate the food that’s being served when I decided to leave the Prom. It was too boring for us. I saw Kelce, Topper and Rafe. They said that they’re heading out to the beach to drink, and asked if we wanted to come. So me and my friends inside my car and as I was about to go, I saw Rafe walking towards his car. I honked my horn to get his attention and went near him.

“Come in, i’ll drive!” I said as I unlocked the door and he hopped inside. I can smell the weed from his suit, the light blue suit that matches his icy blue eyes.

We got to the beach earlier than Topper and Kelce. We went down the car and I walked towards the shore. I grabbed my lighter and lit another joint. I hear small steps and saw Rafe walking beside me so I gave him the joint and let him have a smoke too. When we were a few steps away from the group, I stopped walking and looked at him in the eyes and kissed him. It took him a few seconds before he kissed back. I can feel our kiss getting harder so I pulled away and held his hand. We went back to my car and we hopped inside and I started driving.

He can’t stop himself. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was the weed but he kissed my neck leaving marks around it and his hand is digging through the hem of my dress trying to find his way to my thighs. As soon as he reached the end of my dress, we were already at my house so we carefully snuck inside. We went upstairs and I locked the door.

He started undressing me, as I was undressing him not breaking from our kiss. We managed to remove our clothes without even breaking the kiss. He pushed me gently in to the bed and started kissing my neck, he stood up and put a condom on his member, he kissed me and buried his head on my neck, gently thrusting inside of me. The first thrust made him groan so loud luckily he’s buried on my neck so my skin were able to muffle his groans.

He started biting my collarbone as he thrusts in and out of me, going deeper ever my thrust. His bite on my neck gets stronger as I feel him close to the edge. I clenched my pussy and felt him gets closer to his climax. He groaned y/n’s name on my neck as he came.

I was too overwhelmed with everything that I didn’t get a chance to ask him about it. He stood up and got a towel and laid next to me. He put his arms around me, tracing every inch of my body with his fingers. The warm from his embrace made me felt safe so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up with the sun hitting on my face. I was confused as to why the window is opened, but I remembered everything happened last night. I went to the bathroom and saw the hickeys in my neck. The hickeys that Rafe left on my neck.

I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August sipped away

Like a bottle of wine

‘Cause you were never mine

Days passed and school is over. Summer has just started. The first few weeks of summer everybody was throwing a party every day. I’d spend the whole time with Rafe and it’s always the same situation, we would smoke outside and decides to go home early, we would go back to my house and the next day I would wake up with emptiness on my bed.

Every day, I pretended that everything is alright. That I wasn’t hurting, that I was okay with our set up. But there are days when I question myself with my decisions, like the time we went to the beach and I wanted to ask him if I really meant something to him. Or like the time where we would drive around town just so he can clear his mind.

The days where I would cancel my plans just in case he’d call, and say “meet me behind the mall”. He’d hop inside the backseat and let’s out all his frustrations out on me.

The sex is good, I’m not gonna lie, but it’s not about that anymore. It’s about him having feelings for me or am I just a rebound.

He finishes and kiss me on the cheek before hopping out of the car and walking back to his car.

So much for summer love, and saying "Us"

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

You weren't mine to lose

Summer has passed and we’re back to school. I saw Rafe and Topper walking, as I was about to say hi, the bell rang making me go inside the class room. Rumors have it that the reason why y/n is not in this home room is because or Rafe. I looked at Rafe, talking with Kelce and Topper laughing pretending that we never even happened, like all the nights that we’ve spent together meant nothing. I sighed as I walked out and headed to my next class.

That’s when I heard that there’s gonna be a party at y/n’s house that week. I know Rafe is gonna come, so I decided to come too. This is the time that i’ll ask him about this relationship thing between us is about.

I think about all the things that I was going to say to Rafe to that party.

The night of the party came, I was ready to ask him. I walked towards him and y/n and I can hear Rafe talking.

“I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I know I don’t deserve this and everything but I was too young to know before, Kie– she’s just a summer thing. You’re all I think about all summer long, baby I miss you” he said as he looks at the ground.

But I can see us

Lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

'Cause it was never mine

Well, this made sense. Finally, this answers my question. I thought to myself as tears were forming in my eyes, when I looked up I saw them kissing. That’s the last straw, I walked out of the house and drove my truck back to my house. I went inside my room and it still smells like him. I cried and thought to myself,

I lost myself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing me.

I can’t even complain

‘Cause you were never mine.

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I have a surprise to everyone… (drum roll)

I’M ADDING AN EPILOGUE!!!!

I needed to finish the rest of the song cardigan so read this first before I post the epilogue.

Hope you guys like it! ❤️

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