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spearminthe · 2 months ago

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5 7 and 16 for the self insert ask game ^.^

Hello Hope hi Hope :Dc <3 your continued contributions are forever appreciated

Does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

There's nothing too "special" about Minthe's abilities in the grand scope of the Hades universe; they're the shade of a bog standard mortal, no unusual quirks to their bloodline or gifts granted to them by a higher being. But they do have a small selection of talents that come in useful during their canon! u.u

First off being, of course, their proficiency with producing visual arts — This is a talent that initially wasn't able to be fully explored when they were alive, due to much of their time being taken up with performing funerary rites and assisting with the subsequent arrangements for the deceased. They managed to squeeze the arts into their job by accepting commission work painting stelai or various funerary vessels (lekythoi, kraters, amphorae etc.), but since this was work most often accepted from privileged families, they never felt 100% at ease with these arrangements, even if the pay was good...dying ended up proving to be quite the boon to opening up their opportunities to produce art, since naturally, they were suddenly lacking in the need to perform their original occupation! (which in itself was a great source of disheartenment for them,, but that's a tangent for another day) Lord Hades and those in Elysium who request their services (primarily Theseus) make good use of their talents nowadays, and when they aren't accepting paid jobs, they're at liberty to work on any and every project they please...it's a both a blessing and a curse when you take into account how Fervently they engage with their personal projects, but hey...it's at least something to do when you're dead

Another talent that comes up as a rare point of interest is their penchant for wordsmithing, as well as oration — These are abilities that they tend to sideline in the afterlife in favor of letting Orpheus maintain his standing as the resident poet and public speaker, but they were utilized much more readily when tasked with eulogizing the subject of a funeral. It's a very infrequent occurence for them to take up a similar mantle these days, but when they do, it leaves many onlookers surprised and brings Orph no shortage of intrigue (or fluster if he happens to be the recipient of it). That said, they still prefer to leave all formal speech to the bard...they haven't the stomach for being the center of attention in such a fashion unless it's Absolutely necessary

Would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

Dusa seems like the kind of gyal to develop a bit of a crush on anybody and everybody that's attractive and nice to her, and Minthe is no exception. Zag similarly so, but he's already got quite the selection of paramours to pick through, so he's more than content to let another slip by in favor of cultivating the relationships he already has on his full plate!

The members of the Nyx Brood that reside at the House all harbor a certain prediliction for them, to varying degrees: Hypnos is just. Hypnos. Languid and fickle...he develops crushes then forgets about em, then remembers em again only to lose interest at the drop of a hat, rinse and repeat. Charon would have the potential to develop something a bit more earnest, but he's level-headed enough to recognize that it wouldn't be very viable due to the gap in their temperaments — He needs somebody who'd be able to keep up with his Grindset Mindset, and the little painter teeters too drasticaclly between artistic mania and being comatose to make it work. And Than...well, he's hardly at home at all, as it is...what affection is there would've been from their time spent together when Minthe was still living, when they could actually commune amongst themselves during their semi-frequent meetings, brief a time as it was. It's a crush that probably lingers to a point, but has faded for the most part thanks to the passage of time and other prospects

H2 era Minthe later becomes the target of a crush from Melinoe, but it's brought upon almost entirely from the fact that the poor dear so desperately wants to gain the favor of the mapmaker because of how coldly they initially act towards her...once they have the chance to engage in discussions that are considerably less tepid, she's able to temper that troublesome need to people-please and view them more as a Person and less as a Test to master and get a good grade on

If I were to pick somebody a little more off the beaten path? Skelly. He does so appreciate the sight of a shade with more meat on their bones...or. Where there used to be bones.

Freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

While they favor their right hand, Minthe is ambidextrous! So what if it's perhaps to account for the fact that sometimes I forget to flip my canvas back to default whenver drafting sketches of them and their tools end up in the "wrong" hand. It's lore now. So take That : - ]

#parcels #a poet's parables #forever falling into the trap of going too hard on asks...but alas. they always make for good info dumping opportunities #skellinthe shippers where are y'all at #kuruna

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uenodivision · 9 months ago

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ARB Birthday Special 2024: Shisuta Heisha

~ ~ November 1st ~ ~

"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything You gave me'."

"...You're growing up so fast, little plant! Just last week you were only a little bud, but now you've grown about two inches and are on your way. With a little more sunlight, some water and the blessings from God, you'll soon be on your way to adulthood. ...Oh, hello there! Welcome to 'Bloom and Grace'. How can I help you?"

"...A letter? To me? May I know why? ...Oh, open it? Very well. ...'Happy birthday, Shisuta-san...?' ...Oh my. Did I forget my birthday again?"

Voice Lines:

"29 years old. Just one year shy of 30. Almost three decades the Lord has blessed me with. I can scarcely believe it. Still, 29 is still a blessing in, of itself. It represents self-discovery, inner wisdom, and spiritual enlightenment. I must remember to practice those at all times."

"The manager at the 'Bloom and Grace' told me I could take the rest of the week off for my birthday. I told her that was nice, but unnecessary since my work there was less for financial reasons, and more for just liking what I do. ...Besides, the moment people heard about my birthday, the shop suddenly had an inflex of customers come through."

"My sisters at the church got together and threw a small surprise party for me, which was really nice! They also wanted me to take an offering, but... I refused. I instead told them to donate it to the charity center in Ueno. Seeing money go to those less fortunate is more of a birthday gift than I could ever receive, because it gives them hope for the future."

"Aranai-chan. A fine day to you, my daughter. ...Really? But... don't you have work. ...Ah, you took the day off? Well, that is understandable. Thank you, that means a lot. ...So, what is this now?

A... flower arrangement? You... you did this yourself?! ...Oh. Aranai-chan... I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. ...No, don't! I won't forgive you if you take this away. The fact you created this yourself, Aranai-chan, it... it speaks volumes. Thank you... I'll be sure to water and take care of these every day. ...Thank you, I love you too."

"Kisouna-san. ...Thank you. It is good to see you, as well. ...Thank you, but that is not necessary. Looking after Yomi-chan is a blessing, and I'm glad to do it. ...I understand, but just remember, as important as your work is, being a mother is equally important. ...I'm glad. I know Yomi-chan will be thankful, as well."

"Oh, what's this? A... prayer box? ...Oh, yes! Praying in front of one of these, or simply putting a prayer inside of them can help to make miracles happen. ...Thank you, Kisouna-san. I will undoubtedly pray for both you, and Yomi-chan, as well as the city of Ueno. ...Thank you, Kisouna-san. I really appreciate it."

Aranai Lines:

"Hey mom, happy birthday! So, is there anything you want to do today? If so, we can. ...No, it's fine, I took the day off from work. If someone needs something delivered, it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Work comes and goes, but a person's birthday only comes once a year. ...Well, if you have somewhere to go, just let me know. In the meantime, here."

"Yeah, I know you don't care for store-bought gifts, so this was my first attempt at making something by hand. It's a flower arrangement. I looked up some videos on the Internet to see if I could do it right. ...Shisuta-san?! ...I knew it. It sucks, doesn't it? Let me get rid of it. ...Huh?! Oh, you... you like it. ...Oh, well... if you like it, then I'm fine with it. ...Thanks mom, happy birthday. Love you."

Kisouna Lines:

"Shisuta-san. A very happy birthday to you. It is good to see you doing well on this day. ...Since it's your birthday, I can pick up and watch Yomi-chan today, if you wish. ...Very well. I'm glad I can rely on you to watch her. I... I know I need to do better with taking care of her, but thank you. ...You are right. I will endeavor to better."

"...Ah yes, this is for you, for your birthday. ...Yes, a prayer box. You mentioned that it can help deepen one's spiritual connection to God, so I created one for you. ...I am glad you like it. I know you will use it. ...No, that is fine. I just ask that you don't forget to pray for me or my daughter. ...Thank you, Shisuta-san. Happy birthday once more."

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #shisuta heisha #aranai norikoru #kisouna yuzairu #sakurai clan #ueno division #happy birthday shisuta 2024 #arb #alternative rap battle

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queenofdragons12 · 2 years ago

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𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 || K.T

Originally intended as a lighthearted experience for you and your classmates, it inevitably attracted the attention of others. Class 1-B was warmly welcomed, and you didn't mind the additional crowd, considering the challenges you had faced as a professional idol over the years. However, the presence of a few non-surveillance pro heroes seemed peculiar, particularly when you laid eyes on the crimson-winged hero known as Hawks. Your instincts stirred at the sight of him. Undeniably attractive, you couldn't help but question his purpose for being there.

Nevertheless, you brushed off these thoughts.

"Hey L/N, are you ready?" your teammate Lee Felix asked, and you nodded, the ears on top of your head twitching slightly. Lee Know emerged from the changing room as well, exclaiming in delight, "Wow, there are almost as many people here as STAYs!" You smiled in agreement.

Yes, everything will be fine. Singing and dancing in front of a handful of people shouldn't be a problem. You'll be fine.

But why does your intuition insist otherwise?

"Hello there!" And just like that, a peculiar, unsettling sensation overcame you. You let out a sigh and pivoted to confront the individual who had called out to you. Exhausted from the concert, you were eager to retreat to your dorm. Dealing with some self-proclaimed hero was the last thing you wanted to do. Nonetheless, when you caught sight of the person's golden eyes fixed on you, you steeled yourself. "I truly enjoyed your performance," the ash blonde declared, and you acknowledged the compliment with a slight nod, your ears and tail twitching. "Thank you, sir. You're Hawks, correct?" The man nodded, his smile unwavering. "Indeed, I am! Delighted that you've heard of me, beautiful bird." You inwardly sighed, suppressing the howls of your wolf. Keep your distance, alright? I'm not in the mood for romance, you mentally warned, flashing another smile at the professional hero. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Hawks. Thank you for attending our concert." You offered a respectful bow. "Hope to see you again soon." With that, you swiftly turned on your heel and disappeared, leaving Hawks grinning in your wake. Little did you know, one of his feathers had nestled itself inside your hood. Oh, we will, princess. We certainly will, he muttered.

A few weeks had passed since the training camp, and you were still getting ready for your biggest hit yet with the boys of Megaverse. However, it came as quite a surprise when Hawks showed up at your door just a few hours before the concert. As a pro hero, he had every right to show up unannounced, but you couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by his presence.

"Hello there, pretty bird," he beamed, while you gave him a steely look. You walked to the center of the room and took off your hoodie. The red feather, which Hawks had made sure was there, glinted in the light. You grunted as you took it out and fastened it to a chain that you then hung around your neck. "Thank you for your gift, Mr. Hawks," you said, not turning to face him as you stepped over to a makeup artist who was brushing your cheeks with soft strokes.

Hawks smiled nervously, saying, "Ah, it was nothing. I just want to keep you safe, you know?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised that Hawks, a pro hero, would be nervous around you.

As the makeup artist finished, you clasped earrings into your earlobes and Hawks took it upon himself to set himself down at the table filled with snacks. "So, you're a mistress, huh?" he asked, watching as you put on your jacket. You turned slightly to face him, replying, "Indeed. My classmates know, but I don't want the whole world to know what I really am." You tapped the feather necklace, saying, "The boys will ask me about this, but I'll just tell them it came from a fan. They'll understand." You patted his shoulder and walked out, feeling complete and looking like a princess in the light. Hawks was left breathless by your grace.

As you arched your back in a graceful bow, Feeling Chan's arms wind around your waist like vines, Hoisting you up like a delicate flower in the glow, Bursting forth with colors, forming a kaleidoscope of signs.

You sang your heart out, your voice a lullaby of the night, A beautiful melody, piercing hearts like an arrow, Drenched in sweat, clinging to you tight, A suit of armor, a protective gown, a metal shadow.

As you were allowed offstage, you reached for the water bottle, Sipping it like a healing elixir, replenishing your soul, But then, you spied Hawks, his wings fluffed out like a downy wattle, His posture hunched like a prey in a trap, with no goal.

Your frown creased your brow, as you excused yourself politely, From your artist and sat beside Hawks, placing a hand, Finding the small of his back instinctually, knowing right, "Mr. Hawks, what's wrong?" you queried, understanding demand.

Hawks gave a slight squeak at your touch, his wings recoiling, A hint of vulnerability in his eyes, agonizingly profound; You exchanged a confused look with I.N, their faces toiling, Whispers, hushed tones and nods, they decided to stand down.

The room fell silent, as you wound your tail around Hawks' leg, Arms encircling him, trying to ease his wounded heart; He whimpered, and a flash of pain filled you with an ache, Yet, you remained serene, knowing you could help, even just a part.

"Whatever is troubling you, my dear friend, I am here," you said softly, A hint of reassurance in your voice, a gentle resolve; Dark shadows flickered through Hawks' eyes, cold and lofty, But your embrace made him feel safe, life's hurt to resolve.

You asked breathless, still trying to catch your breath, As Hawks chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a rosy flush; Then he confessed, his voice soft and earnest, Looking at you with eyes like an evening's hush.

"I just wanted to kiss you. You looked breathtaking on the stage, Your voice and dance a perfect harmony, a work of art. I couldn't ignore the desire, the electric charge, a heated rage, So I took a chance, hoping this would just be the start."

His confession left you stunned, an adrenaline rush, Surprised by the sudden admission, yet feeling deeply moved. You looked at Hawks, sensing his soul, a hidden blush, But with open arms, you accepted his move.

"You can take all the chances you want," you said, Feeling a smile grace your lips like a blooming flower, "Let's see where this will go, hearts open like a widespread, Unburdened by illusions, free of all power."

As Hawks smiled and leaned in, kissing you again with tender affection, You felt a shiver run down your spine, a feeling of joy and elation; This was the start of something big, the first step to a new direction, All because of the one song, Taste, that spurred such a powerful sensation.

This sultry song may be sensual, you thought, a lure for adoring fans, But the taste of love and passion was what really mattered, A feeling deeper than any temporary admiration could ever chance, A connection unbound by any earthly measure, forever unshattered.

As Hawks pulled away, you gazed into his eyes with an earnest gaze, Feeling grateful for this new beginning, a chance for love and growth; You smiled softly, feeling the warmth spread through you like a blaze, Knowing that, with him by your side, you could conquer any oath.

So, you took his hand, ready to embark on this new journey of bliss, Unfolding before you like an endless sky, a future filled with promise, Guided by the sweet melody of love, a serenade of eternal kiss, A symphony of two hearts beating in harmony, forever remiss.

#hawks x reader #wolf #straykids

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jacksgreysays · 2 years ago

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Hey, guess who's got a pair of songs for you? I heard "Cant Stand the Rain" by The Rescues ages ago, and just recently heard "Rain" by grandson & Jessie Reyez. The moment song 2 hit my ears I was like, "These have to be smashed together, somehow." And since I once sent you that prompt for "Thunder and Lightning" and "Thunder", I thought of you. <3

!!!!! <3<3<3<3 Hello, loveelemental!

Okay, after checking out these songs and their lyrics, I just want to say that none of the following is a value judgement—I do like both of these songs that you’ve brought to me—but the POV/personalities of these songs are VERY… hm…

You’ve brought to me two songs that are in a dialogue with each other and, on the surface, could appear to be in opposition with each other. BUT, I do think they’re both rather… cynical in a sense, so they’re not truly opposite ends of a spectrum.

Because, okay, Can’t Stand the Rain is very cynical, post-relationship, everything is bad and I hate it and why should I do anything to change it? “My blackened heart,” “I’d empty [the pots and pans filling with rainwater] out but why?” even the repeating “Love, no such thing as love,” FEELS very “I just got broken up with and I’m going to wallow in my own sadness” not even necessarily “I miss/still love the person I broke up with” but a very selfish, cynical “the world sucks so now I’m going to be miserable.”

Which is certainly one way to handle a break up.

Another way is in Rain, the difference most embodied by “I don’t mind the rain sometimes.” Emphasis on the SOMETIMES. And while the person in this song is slightly less cynical—in that crying/rain is what makes roses bloom and that “it’s better to have loved and lost…” although it doesn’t include the rest of the saying which IS IMPORTANT “than to never have loved at all.”

This person ALSO is wallowing in their own sadness post-relationship but almost… reveling in it? Very emo. A+ They’re literally “making peace with the rain” and “dancing with the pain,” and turning the break up/end of the relationship into a learning opportunity of sorts? It’s not AS cynical but it IS as selfish… or maybe self-centered…

I think what I’m trying to articulate is that both of these songs represent people who are HURT by a break up/end of a relationship, but not necessarily HEARTBROKEN if that clarifies anything at all… Because there’s no YEARNING either for their former partners or even for the relationship itself. It’s just… here is the new normal, how do I react to it.

Now to step away from song analysis, into potential fic writing.

Immediately I can think of two ways to go with this:

The two POVs of the songs are the two people in the relationship that ended and this is how each of them deal with it. Or,

This is the same person after some time has passed.

I’ll be honest, both of them are kind of funny.

Because with (1) it just really shows how, probably, it was the best for the relationship to end considering how selfish the lyrics are on both sides. Rain is slightly more romantic in the sense that it’s “because of this break up I can grow as a person” but it’s still pretty selfish, lol. Like… both of them are stewing in their own misery and meanwhile their respective friend groups (if they have them) are just like, “Oh thank god, they’ve broken up.”

With (2) the less time passing, the funnier it gets. Going from Can’t Stand the Rain into Rain after a week is funny, but after a day? That’s hilarious… I guess you can go in the other direction and it would also be funny—Rain into Can’t Stand the Rain, that is—but regardless the shorter the time jump the better.

I suppose there is option 3) in which these are two people who were in two different relationships and then the fic could be about them learning to be less selfish in love with each other? Or maybe being in love with someone who is as selfish as you and being okay with it? I don’t know.

… I’m trying to think if there’s a pairing for (1) or a character for (2) that would work but I don’t really do comedy, much less this anti-romantic comedy, so the I don’t know if my go to characters really match the genre. Although there is something to be said about how my reluctance to cast anyone into these roles speaks more about me wanting my characters to not be this kind of selfish/self-centered which isn’t accurate to real life. I should probably have more selfish/self-centered character to play around with. Or, rather, I should realize that some of the characters I write DO have the capacity to be this way, I have just been softening/glorifying them without exploring their full personalities.

Then again, I also don’t really write relationships as the main focus? Like, even my shipping fic is more of a method to explore various AUs or themes that aren’t necessarily romance based. Even Dreaming of S(omething,) my ShikakoxGaara series, and which I consider to have some of my most romantic writing in it, is more about how home can change from one place to another, or to a person. How a different environment can reveal as much about yourself as it does the new place you’re in. Even Dreaming of S(elfishness) doesn’t even have them being that selfish and has less to do with jealousy over an engagement and more about, like, establishing clearly what you want rather than just letting something passively come to you and passively watch it go.

Although… while I don’t write much in the (anti-) romantic genre that often, I do LOVE reading about, hm, estranged exes reuniting and having to hash out the mistakes from their past and bittersweetly getting closure before maybe giving the relationship another chance or starting a new relationship knowing the follies of their younger selves. But these songs feel freshly out of the relationship, whereas my preference for estranged exes reuniting usually has the benefit of years (if not decades, I do love when it’s like… ex high school sweethearts meeting up as full grown adults) in between the break up and the reunion.

If these songs are the initial response to the break up and part of the aforementioned youthful follies, then… okay. So I’m still kind of in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint headspace, and while I MOST love Yoo Joonghyuk x Kim Dokja estranged high school exes reuniting, the dichotomy of these two songs FEELS more like what Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah would throw at each other in a fight.

Like, Can’t Stand the Rain feels like Han Sooyoung’s response to the break up—an almost destructive, heedless misery—whereas Rain would represent Yoo Sangah’s external perfection versus her internal flaws. Like the argument would contain:

YSA: At least I didn’t go around making my misery everyone else’s problem. HSY: Oh, as if you’re any better Miss Every Experience Is A Learning Opportunity, bullshit!

Like, I don’t know the whole argument, but that’s the vibe I’m feeling…

Surely there’s another couple that embodies this dynamic in my usual fandoms, but I am STRUGGLING to think of them for now…

And then, unfortunately, as I was writing this, I realized (2) was pretty much just 500 Days of Summer so… ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Probably not what you were looking for, loveelemental, but I appreciate you reaching out :D

#jacksgreyson #loveelemental #asks #answers #prompt response #links #brainstorm #meta analysis #omniscient reader's viewpoint #han sooyoung #yoo sangah

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theintuitivepath · 20 days ago

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hello! i would like a ppf tarot reading about my love life? thank you so much. - w 💕

Hey there W 🌿

There is a lot of cards here because a lot flew out of the deck rather harshly! Plus on some I wanted more clarity ✨

Past

The tower card came flying out here, along with survival and the red flag card.

Which shows that you've been in a very turbulent previous relationship. The survival card shows you endured this connection for quite a while, whilst going into survival mode to protect your emotions. Despite the red flags that were showing, ultimately it looks like the connection with the tower card, came to quite an abrupt end. This wasn't just a minor, it forced you to rebuild both emotionally and mentally.

Present

Romantic connection came out here, which suggests you're currently in a relationship or atleast interested in someone, either in the talking or dating stage. Seven of swords here isn't the most affectionate card in the deck, and suggests you may currently be dealing with trust issues or holding back emotionally, there may be past experiences or fears causing you to approach love cautiously, or even wearing a mask to protect your heart. This ties in with the previous cards in the read - The self love card here, urges you to love yourself enough, to recognise that you deserve to be your most authentic self. The moon here suggests that there's something about yourself, or your life, that you've been judging harshly, something you might perceive to be different. This makes sense with the energy card also popping out, which shows that you're being depleted energetically, and it's encouraging you to call your energy back. The moon here points you to see yourself through another persons perspective, and that actually, this perceived strangeness you think you have, it's actually your brilliance.

Potential and possibility, the words here are - Reach out to the potential that's calling for you. This is urging you to act wisely and ask yourself what your highest self would do if there was no limitations. The magic mushroom card, is all about opening up, which tied with the the seven of swords makes total sense and is inspiring you to open up, to be completely transparent, and honest. It says - stay open to the good and beautiful things.

Future

The nine of cups here suggests lack of fulfilment and unmet desires. If you are currently with someone, it suggests that it may not emotionally satisfy you in the long run. It's all about finding out what brings you real actual joy here. Seven of cups points to you having to decide between multiple choices and different paths, this could point to you making the decision to end things, or carry on a connnection that might not be making you truly happy. New life came out afterwards, this supports the idea of leaving behind what no longer emotionally serves, and stepping into a fresh chapter. This could point to increased self worth and attracting a higher heart centered connection. The next cards coming out here all tie together. The lovers, beautiful possibilities and the sun (manifestation, power, 11:11) and the words - Be patient it will come. Which tell me that the love you seek will be in your life eventually, it might take a while, it might mean with someone brand new, or it might mean working through issues with someone currently. But the healthy, happy, love that you seek is definitley on its way. The lovers card itself, is one of the best cards to get in a love reading as it literally embodies, a soul level connection and pure love.

I hope this helps, please do let me know if this resonates as it helps me learn, any feedback is encouraged and welcome! Sending you love + light 🌿💫

#divination #free oracle reads #free tarot reads #oracle #PPF

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ameliora-j · 4 years ago

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twin flame ii // gw x reader

words: 2k

warnings: angst. like a LOT. bestfriend breakup, mention of blood

a/n: this one is significantly shorter than the first,, sry besties :)

part one | part three | part four

your heart twisted itself in pained knots, increasing the pounding of your head tenfold. it had been this way for days now. christmas with the weasleys came and went and the tension between you and george was thick. you could barely even look at each other without passing hard glares. you had all planned to go to the field at the back of the burrow and play quidditch, and you were currently tasked with collecting george. you knocked gently on the twins’ door before opening it. “hi georgie,” you beamed.

“hello butterfly,” he spat the nickname bitterly and you were taken aback. you ignored the twinge of pain in your chest as you stepped further into the room.

“um… we’re all gonna go and play quidditch. if you wanna join,” you offered a smile. “i need my broom partner,” you had never learned how to fly a broom. you figured life should be lived on the ground, the way merlin intended it to be.

“no thanks,” he grumbled.

“c’mon georgie, we’re the dream team!” you persisted.

“why don’t you ask charlie to be apart of your dream team. seems he’s already replaced me with everything else in your life,” the last part was muffled, not intended for your ears, but you still heard it. you furrowed your brows slightly before answering.

“don’t be silly georgie, i can’t play quidditch without my partner. you can’t break up the dream team,” you pushed, ignoring your confusion.

“yn, i’d really rather not watch you eye-fuck my brother. go ask him to be on your team. or better yet, learn to fly a broom. it’s truly not that hard of a task, even a simpleton such as yourself should be able to catch on quickly,” he seethed.

your heart skipped a beat as it sunk to your stomach and tears pooled at your bottom lash line. you nodded once and pivoted on your heel to leave the room. you sniffled quietly as you closed the door to his room and went downstairs. “george?” fred asked as you came into view.

“he doesn’t wanna play,” you murmured half heartedly as you pushed passed the group of people to go outside. you released a sigh as you plunked yourself down onto the grass, lying back and throwing your arms over your eyes as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.

“hey, ynn, c’mon you can fly with me,” charlie offered with a smile as he held a strong arm out to you.

“nah, ‘s okay charlie. i’ll watch with fleur and hermione,” you murmured softly.

charlie’s brows furrowed slightly. you had never called him ‘charlie.’ it was always ‘char char.’ “you okay?” he asked and you simply nodded in response. he released a sigh as he jogged to the center of the field where his other siblings, and harry, were at.

“what happened mon amour?” fleur asked you softly.

“he called me stupid,” you sniffled. “said i replaced him with charlie but i didn’t,” you whimpered softly as you confided in the two girls sat on your sides. “he hates me. this was a stupid plan. ‘m just gonna go home,” you sobbed softly, causing fleur to pull your head to her lap as she trekked her fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t know he would react like this,” hermione spoke softly.

“not your fault, mione,” you murmured half heartedly as you stood and wiped your eyes. “‘m gonna go home,” you released a shaky breath as you pushed yourself to stand.

you dusted your bottom off as you walked back into the burrow. you waved your wand, packing your stuff neatly in your bag before you wrote a note, thanking molly and arthur and left it on the counter. you grabbed your bag and headed to the fireplace, throwing the floo powder and taking yourself to your childhood home.

“hey yn!” your older brother greeted. “thought you were spending break with the weasleys?” he asked, confused.

“yeah,” you murmured despondently as you walked up to your room.

“okay?” his brows furrowed slightly. when you got to your room, you took out a pair of sweatpants and a gryffindor sweatshirt that you stole from george’s wardrobe and forced yourself to shower.

the water was hot. boiling even. you should have flinched at the heat. screamed. cried. something. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were uncomfortably numb. so you just stood there, unmoving, staring at the shower wall as the scorching hot water fell over your body. your breaths came out irregularly as you stood there. your body was screaming for you to get out. to turn down the heat of the water. to do something to stop the pain of the burns. but your mind told you that you deserved this. you needed to feel something other than the pain twisting around in your chest.

by the time you stepped out, your skin was tinted with a slight pinkish color. you took a ragged breath in as you dried yourself off and pulled on the sweatpants and sweatshirt. you didn’t even bother brushing through your hair as you pulled up the hoodie and tied the strings tightly. you whimpered soft as your tears made a trail on the floor on your trek back to your room. you crawled out of your window and climbed up to the roof. you ended up falling asleep on your roof, exhausted from the weight of your tears.

you spent the rest of your christmas break—and longer—at your own home. you didn’t return untill fred had owled you telling you had three more days of paid vacation for the year. you flooed to your shared apartment with the twins and changed into your uniform, brushing through the knots in your hair that had accumulated over the days you laid in bed, sulking. you walked down the stairs into the shop as you pulled your hair into a ponytail and took your post at the till. “sorry ‘m late,” you murmured to fred, who appeared to be filling in for you at the present moment.

“you okay, bunny?” fred asked as he slid over so you could take over. you could only manage a despondent hum as you began working.

“thank you for shopping with weasley’s wizard wheezes, were you able to find everything okay today?” you asked the young wizard at the counter with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

that’s basically how the rest of your day went. forcing your tears back everytime george had to speak to you and being only half present with the customers instead of your usual lively self. when the day had ended and george locked the doors, you walked into the twins’ office and handed fred an envelope. “what’s this, bunny?” he asked you.

“my two weeks,” you murmured softly.

“you’re quitting?” he asked with raised brows.

“yeah,” you murmured. “found a job uh… closer to home. my brothers will be by to collect my stuff tomorrow,” you told him. “‘m gonna go pack,” you didn’t let fred say more as you quickly turned on your heel and walked back up to the apartment. “sorry,” you murmured as you bumped into george on your way up. he only gave you a distracted grunt in response.

as you walked up the stairs, you heard the argument brew between fred and george on your behalf. “fix her!” fred demanded.

“i didn’t do anything!” george defended.

“you broke her,” fred pushed back.

“she’s fine,” you could practically hear george roll his eyes.

“she’s quitting.” fred deadpanned.

“what?” george asked, shock lacing his tone.

“and she’s moving back with her brothers. so go and fix her. make this right,” you decided to end your eavesdropping here and rushed upstairs and into george’s room, where all your things were kept. you knelt on the floor as you took out your suitcases. you were halfway done when you heard the door creak open.

“butterfly?” your heart twisted and tears stung the backs of your eyes at the nickname you hadn’t heard in over a week. “whatcha up to?” he asked.

“packing,” you murmured softly, but he heard. and boy did he miss your voice like hell.

“for what?” he asked curiously as he sat on his bed.

“‘m moving back home. got a new job,” never once did you look up from your task, for you knew if you did, you would break.

“where at, butterfly?” he knelt on the floor in front of you as he began to help you fold your clothes.

“some muggle bookstore. ‘s close to the house,” your murmurs could barely be heard over the loud thumping of both of your hearts. however, george picked up on every word. he grasped your hands in his, effectively stopping your progress. “george please,” you whispered.

“look at me, butterfly,” he demanded softly.

“george,” you repeated a little bit louder.

“look at me. and tell me this will make you happy. and i will let you walk out that door.” you didn’t. you couldn’t. you knew that this isn’t what you wanted as well as he did. “you can’t, right? because it won’t,” he pointed out.

“i can’t be here, george. i don’t want to be,” you told him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“why? because of me? because i will leave. yn, if that’s what it takes to make you happy, then i will walk out of that door and go back to live with mum. you only ever have to see me in a professional setting. and i’ll communicate with you through fred at work,” he spoke seriously.

“i don’t want that, george. and neither do you,” you told him.

“i don’t, but if it makes you happy then that’s what you’ll get,” he told you.

“no george!” you shouted.

“then what do you want?!” he shouted back.

“you george!” you yelled, finally meeting his gaze. “i want you! i’ve only ever wanted you but you’re too fucking stupid to see what’s right in front of you! i mean merlin’s beard george i’ve been in bloody love with you since fifth fucking year but you’re never seen it!” you finally released all the emotions you’ve been holding in for years. “i just wanted you,” you whispered softly, your voice cracking as tears fell.

you pushed yourself to stand from the floor and waved your wand, packing the rest of your stuff as you grabbed your suitcase. “butterfly, i-“ you quickly cut him off.

“don’t, george.” there was acrimony written all over your tone. “i don’t want your pity.” you sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes. you passed fred on your way out.

“yn?” he asked softly.

“bye fred,” you murmured softly. “i changed my mind. my resignation is effective immediately. i won’t be in tomorrow.”

“yn wait,” fred called.

“please don’t,” you shook your head. “d-don’t try and get me to stay. please just… just leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“i’m sorry…” he spoke softly. you just shook your head and wiped your tears away as you flicked your wand to apparate back home. when you landed on the road a few miles away from your house, you let out a wail of agony. your arm had splinched during the apparition process. you took a deep breath and pushed yourself through it. you knew this was a bad idea. every wizarding book in history advised against it. even a muggle would know not to. but you pushed past the thoughts to apparate into your living room.

“yn!” your older brother shouted as he saw you, blood pouring from your splinched right arm. you were only able to take two steps before you fell to the floor of your living room. you let out a soft groan and a whine of agony before closing your eyes, letting the feelings consume you. the pain in your arm cancelled out the pain in your chest as you let darkness overcome you, falling into the void, listening to the frantic screaming voices of your siblings.

stupid feelings. stupid boys. stupid george weasley. stupid twin flame.

twin flame. it’s almost laughable now. what a lie.

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a-little-revolution · 3 years ago

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hey there, i saw your post from a while ago about taking breaks throughout the day if you need to, to save spoons.

do you have any suggestions about how to do this at school or something like that, where i dont have the oppurtunity to leave or use my phone?

also, what do you generally do to rest?

feel free to ignore the questions u dont want to answer

Hello!! Navigating disability and rest in a high school setting can be challenging, since the system in place doesn't allow for much wiggle room when it comes to schedule, nor did I find it to lend itself to accommodations. My high school experience is dated by about eight years, but here are my suggestions for finding rest as you attend class:

Firstly, I'd recommend you pack a bag with all your low-spoon essentials: pain meds, braces, portable heat packs, comfort items, candy etc. Whatever may help you with your pain or fatigue, have it on hand. Some teachers may allow you to leave a bag in their classroom, but make sure it's in a secure place.

Take special ownership over any time that is yours - lunchtime and breaks of course, but also any time for silent work or lectures. Bring headphones for background noises or find joyful tasks to do - take the opportunity to relax your mind. Eat lunch in an art room or someplace with a couch - for me it was the social worker's office - and bring friends!

Think about your need for rest when building your I.E.P (individual education plan). Try to negotiate scheduled breaks - reach out to your individual teachers if the school board says no, for they may be more accommodating. I had several teachers who'd allow me to leave the class in the event of a mental-health related need, where I'd then find a quiet place to sit for a while. IEPs should be consistently updated and negotiated. Know your rights as a disabled student (U.S) and if that is ever insufficient, take it upon yourself to meet your needs. No amount of high school academia will ever be worth more than your health and well being.

"also, what do you generally do for rest?"

Well rest can mean different things for me, as not only am I a spoonie with chronic pain, but I am also autistic with cptsd.

Physically I often need full days of rest, wherein I spend most of the day on the couch. And since most of my hobbies and work can be done seated, it's not much of a hindrance on my day to day.

Mental rest can be a bit tougher, but I try to set myself up with mental health days whenever I can - days where my mindfulness is centered around mental healing and self love. These days can be filled with things that make me happy, or lean more on the productive side to get me in a better mindset. Either way, the goal is to be kind, forgiving, and patient with myself.

I like to take what I call "autism naps" which aren't usually naps at all, but times where I go to bed to destim. I usually have my weighted blanket and plushies, and like to listen to lofi or restful music. Same goes if I've had a cptsd episode or a memory resurface, as it's great for grounding. Naps are also necessary when my spoons are low or my pain is high - in that case I'll often bring candy to bed lol

-Elliot (they/them)

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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For Apperance’s Sake: The Tailor’s

Prompt: Hey, so I've noticed that you haven't written much in terms of Logicality in your Sides fiction...if you just don't like them or somethin you could ignore me but I think something centered around them would be super sweet! Idk what it would be, maybe one of them helps the other recover from something traumatic? - puzzled-pegasus

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Warnings: self-doubt, self-esteem issues, light body shaming

Pairings: logicality

Word Count: 2154

For some people, getting their hair done professionally or their clothes personally tailored is a commonplace occurrence. It is something they are used to, something they expect, and some, what they feel they are entitled to. And so there is a conception amongst people who do not view this sort of thing as ordinary to be wary of it, and of the people who it frequents.

And so for some, when offered this seemingly untouchable world with high expectations and higher horses, it can be frightening.

But it doesn't have to stay that way.

“Honestly, I don’t even know why you’re here.”

It had been an eternity, or what felt like one, of being stood still on a podium and dissected. Of having his weight, his eyes, his hair, his skin examined and critiqued like he was a doll—no, a thing to be analyzed and scrapped for parts. But this…

This was it. Everyone was giving in.

“I apologize,” he says through a marble throat, “for wasting your time.”

He’s greeted with a scoff and an abrupt dismissal. A few of the shop attendants titter as he clambers out of the delicate clothes and back into his own, offering only a deep nod and another apology as he exits the store.

The cold breeze is a relief, knife-like after spending so long as a solid stone figure. Tears spring automatically to the corners of his eyes, though not the ones that truly want to fall. Statues can’t cry, after all, and not enough of him has thawed for the waters to flow.

He fumbles his way to a bench and sits, staring down at useless hands with glazed eyes. Pedestrians mill about, oblivious onlookers to a crumbling facade.

He draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

It hurts, truly, but in the way your whole body aches with the numbness of it. A statue cannot help what made it so painful to chip, chip, chip away.

“Hey,” he hears a voice calling, “hey, are you okay?”

Is that—is that Remus?

“Hey, Pat-Pat.” He sees a pair of shoes out of the corner of his eye. “Patton.”

A hand waves in front of him. He can’t move.

“Shit,” he hears, muffled now, “just—just wait here, okay? I’ll go get Lolo. He’ll know what to do.”

The shoes leave. The statue remains.

Everything hurts.

More footsteps. Hurried ones. These don’t stop in the corner of his vision; a figure crouches down in front of him, their face centering itself with a slow smile.

“Hello, my dear,” Logan says quietly, “you’re having a difficult time, aren’t you?”

The statue blinks.

“Are you having difficulty moving?” Logan shifts on the ground. “Can we do one blink for yes, two blinks for no?”

He blinks.

“Can you show me a no?”

Two blinks.

“Excellent, my dear, very good.” He chuckles a little self-deprecatingly. “Now, not to bemoan the woes of aging, but I’m afraid I’m not quite as limber as I used to be. Can I come sit next to you?”

One slow blink and Logan smiles, carefully sitting next to him. The warmth cuts through the worst of the wind, softening the stone.

“I’m going to move your collar a little, just so I can see your face.” A hand reaches up and gently pulls the collar down into position. “There. Can you blink?”

He does.

“Good. There we are.” The stone softens again. “Can I ask you some questions, or would you like to simply sit for a little?”

Nothing.

“Ah, right, yes or no. Can I ask you some questions?”

A blink.

“Okay. Alright, my dear.” They turn to face them a little more. “Did this happen because of the fitting?”

A blink and another deep breath.

“Okay. Did it happen because of someone?”

A pause and another blink.

“Was it Scott?”

Statues do not flinch. Stone does not buckle. But Patton, oh, Patton hurts.

“Darling,” comes the gentle push, “please, darling, I need you to tell me.”

He blinks.

“Oh, my dear…” Logan shifts. “Are you okay with being touched right now?”

A blink and he’s turned and pulled delicately into a hug. It’s a short one, a safe one, and it’s over too soon, pulled back so Logan can lift his chin up and smile at him.

“Hello, darling,” Logan says softly, “you’re alright. I’ve got you, my dear, I’m right here. You don’t listen to a damn thing Scott says, you hear me? You are my darling, alright? I think you’re incredible just the way you are. You’ve said it yourself, attractive is not the rent you pay to exist in the world as a person, alright?”

The statue blinks up at him.

“You deserve to feel like your body belongs to you the way that everyone else does, it’s your body.”

He cups a stone cheek and kisses a crumbling one.

“If Scott can’t see how deserving you are, then that’s his fault.”

The words soften the stone once more until it’s flaking off, leaving him shivering, sniffling, leaning against Logan as his hands tremble.

“Come here, my dear, that’s it, I’ve got you.” He holds the fragmented marble until it gives way to soft flesh. “That’s it, darling, shh-shh-shh, that’s it.”

Reclaiming one’s body is difficult work. It is thankless and it is arduous and it is precarious. But most of all, it is never-ending. It takes work to keep your body yours, to bat away the grasping claws and fangs that want to rip it apart, paste bits of it that they like in places where you can never get it back. To keep yourself whole and to keep yourself you is exhausting.

But for all it is an endless task, it is not a hopeless one. Your body will always belong to you, first and foremost, and no matter how deep and how far the wicked reaching of others may try, nothing can ever take that away from you.

The statue breathes.

“Patton? Patton, darling, are you with me?”

“…here.”

He knows he doesn’t imagine the way Logan relaxes out of sheer relief as he mumbles back. A hand ruffles his hair.

“Hello, dear one, I missed you.” He leans forward and kisses their forehead. “Are you a little more in your body?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” He nudges his chin up. “Can I propose something?”

“What is it?”

His expression softens. “Will you come back inside, my dear, and I’ll do your fitting? It can be just me or I’ll get my staff—my staff, the ones I always work with, and we’ll take care of you?”

Patton hesitates.

“You can stop at any time,” Logan promises, “even if you walk back in and immediately you change your mind, that’s alright. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

He wants to. He wants to so much, he always has, but it’s so tempting to stay a statue, to be impenetrable, cold, safe, but…but…

But a thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts.

“I’ll come.”

“Yes?” Logan’s face lights up. “I’m very happy to hear that, my dear, thank you.”

“C-can I give it another minute, though?”

“You can take all the time you need, my dear. Do you want me to send Remus out to keep you company?” He nods and Logan smiles, leaning over to kiss his forehead again. “Okay, darling. I’ll see you in a minute, okay?”

As Logan stands up and leaves, Patton tips his head back to stare at the sky. Clouds drift overhead, coaxing air in and out of his lungs. His face softens at the sight and he smiles.

———

Logan pauses outside of the ship, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. He lets his anger cool to ice before opening his eyes and pushing open the door.

The expression on his face is enough to dissuade most of the attendants from approaching them as they stride through to the private fitting areas. Remus stands atop the small raised stage, the new jacket over his shoulders.

He turns as he spots Logan in the mirror.

“Hey, is Patton okay?”

Logan doesn’t respond—there are still a few attendants in the room he doesn’t trust with how delicate this situation is—and instead reaches up to tug the collar.

“I didn’t know what to do,” Remus confesses, too low for anyone else’s ears, “I—please.”

“He’ll be back in a minute,” Logan says just as quietly, “but can you go keep them company? We’ll go ahead and wrap these up for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He lets Remus slide the jacket from his shoulders and catch him by the arm as he turns. “Thank you. Really.”

Logan pats his hand and indicates the door. Remus goes, pace quickening as he leaves the front of the store.

No sooner has Logan turned and handed the jacket to one of the attendants does he hear Scott’s voice.

“Ah, there you are. I was looking for you.”

Were you now? He lets out a hum but doesn’t turn.

“I, um,” Scott mumbles as he slowly approaches Logan’s back, “I think I messed up.”

“Did you?”

“The client that was in here just getting fitted, I—they had another person with them. I…” He trails off and winces. “…I think I upset them.”

Logan turns around slowly and gets to savor the way Scott’s face grows pale.

“You…you know already,” he mumbles, “don’t you?”

Logan crosses his arms and tries not to be satisfied with the way some of the sales attendants flinch against the walls. “Shall you tell me what happened, or shall I?”

“I—uh—I was—“ Scott bites his lip— “I was trying to get them to relax and I think—no, I, um, I read it wrong and I, um…”

Logan just waits as Scott squirms.

“I…may or may not have accidentally kicked them out?”

Logan is quiet, letting them say anything else—anything else to make him less angry before he raises an eyebrow. “Shall I tell you what happened?”

Scott nods meekly.

“A good friend of mine came running up to me looking very upset,” he starts, noticing how Scott seems to shrink, “only to tell me that our dear friend, who had come to their first fitting, was sitting outside on a bench a block away, catatonic.”

He tries not to relish the look of horror on Scott’s face.

“Luckily, I was able to convince them to come back after ensuring they were alright,” he continues, “and that I would take care of them. Personally, if I had to, and they would not be harmed any further.”

Scott opens his mouth but a look quells them.

“Do you have any idea,” Logan hisses, letting some of the professional tone slip to step into the role of an absolutely furious friend, “how long it took me to convince them to come in the first place? How much I had to reassure them that it would be alright? To promise them it wouldn’t be a bad experience?”

Scott looks truly pathetic, all but welling up as Logan leans closer.

“What is our job?”

“I—I—“

“What,” he repeats with enough venom to make a few attendants scurry for the shop floor, “is our job?”

“…to help people take pride in their appearance,” Scott says miserably.

Logan glares at him one last time before turning on his heel and walking out to the front. He arrives just as Patton and Remus slip through the door. He smiles and walks forward to sweep Patton into his arms, quickly shuttling them to the VIP area where a private room is waiting.

“Now,” he murmurs, indicating for Remus to wait outside and sitting Patton down on the couch, “are you ready to start or do you need to be cheered up a little more?”

“Are—“ Patton glances at the door— “don’t you—are we—aren’t you working?”

“My dear,” he says, rolling his eyes only, “I own this place and Remus is standing guard outside. No one is going to tell me anything.”

“Then yes,” Patton says with what would be a bratty act of entitlement on anyone else, but is instead a badly disguised plea for them, “hug.”

Logan smiles and happily tugs him close, laying back against the couch and petting his hair.

“This is my safe place,” he murmurs, “I feel safe here. I feel cared for and protected here.”

He nudges Patton’s chin up.

“I would hate for it to become a place where you don’t.”

Patton pushes closer to him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

A weight lifts off of Logan’s chest and he cups Patton’s cheek. “Thank you, my dear, but that’s not important. What’s important is that you feel safe here.”

“I do.”

“You do?”

Patton nudges his hand. “’S yours.”

“Oh, darling,” Logan sighs, ruffling his hair, “you are a little charmer. Have you been spending more time with Roman?”

Patton grins and he shakes his head.

“Come on.” He tugs him to his feet. “Let’s get you into something wonderful.”

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(Reefside 2004)

"Ah ha! I found it." Haley exclaimed as she found what she was looking for,

"Let's see; Kim, Jason, Rocky, . . .Here it is Billy Cranston." Hayley said as she was scanning Dr. O's little black book that held numbers for past rangers; Hayley went over to the phone and dialed the number in the book,

"Hello?" came the voice on the other end of the phone,

"Hi, you may not know who I am but we share a mutual friend and he is in colorful trouble and I need your help." Hayley quickly explained in a cryptic way,

"Hmm, I understand . . . you can fill me in when I get there, where are you?" Billy asked,

"I'm at Tommy's house in Reefside." Hayley answered,

"I'm in Angel Grove, I'll be there in about three hours." Billy explained,

"Ok, I'll hold down the fort while you get here. Is there anyone else I should call?" Hayley asked,

"If you can, Kimberly Hart is in Reefside; she would want to know." Billy instructed,

"Ummm, she's kinda involved with is mess too." Hayley explained,

"Hmmm, I see. Right off hand I don't know who else could help us right now, just hold things together till I get there." Billy said,

"Will do and thanks." Hayley replied,

"Anytime, see you soon. Bye." Billy said as he hung up the phone,

"Bye" Hayley said as she hung up the phone.

"Man I hope that Mesogog doesn't attack while the team is away." Hayley thought to herself, as she made her way back down to the ranger command center to try locate where the ranger team had gone.

(Angel Grove 1993)

The dino-thunder teens had been wondering around Angel Gove for quite a while now, a few hours had passed since they made the discovery of landing in the past. Not just any past but their teacher and mentor's past,

"Well makeshift compass boy where do we go now?" asked Conner,

"Conner give it a break we're in town, its not like I know my way around Dr. O's hometown." Trent defended as the teens made their way to what was presumed as the famous youth center that Dr. O had always talked about,

"Hey guys isn't this the youth center that Dr. O was always talking about?" Ethan asked,

"Lets go inside and get something to drink, I'm dying for a smoothie." Kira suggested to the four teens standing around,

"Ok let's do it." Conner said as the four teens started to head inside the building when suddenly their bodies turned into their respective colors and where zapped out of the area.

(Angel Grove 1993)

Tommy, seeing as his adult mind was in his teenage body thought it was better to go to school first and ask questions later when he was free to do with whatever he saw fit,

"Man, what am I going to do? I mean sure Hayley knows what happened, but can she really help us out of this one?" Tommy thought as he slowly walked off to school,

"Hmm, November 18, 1993; why does it seem so important? I mean of all days I could have traveled back why this one?" Tommy wondered as he started to think back to what the meaning of this particular day, but before he knew it he was already at school,

"Oh well, if the events of the past continue as they have then meaning of this day will reveal itself in due time." Tommy thought as he entered the front doors of his old high school.

Kim was much on the same train of thought as she walked to school,

"Well if experience has taught me one thing on this matter its this: just go with it till someone back home finds a way to get me back." Kim thought as she walked,

"Uhh, I cant believe how fashioned challenged I was at this age." Kim shuddered as she looked down at what she had picked out for the day,

"Well the good thing about time travel is that whatever happens in past stays in the past." Kim thought trying to comfort herself,

"For now I just have to hold it together and act like my teenage self." Kim thought as she put her worried mind at rest to try and muster up an act to convince everyone of her past that nothing is out of the ordinary as she walked through the front doors of her old high school.

(Ranger Command Center 1993)

Immediately, four teens landed and fell to the floor in a darkened room that was surrounded by computer consoles all monitored by a little robot,

"Ooof!" all four teens called out as they hit the floor with surprise,

"Ay yi yi yi yi yi!" Alpha 5 cried out it distress as he saw how the rangers landed and scrambled to try and help them up. As the four teens slowly got up from the floor they were in awe in what they saw around them,

"GREETINGS HUMANS, I AM ZORDON AN INTERGALACTIC BEING TRAPPED IN A TIME WARP." Zordon said as his head was zapped into the energy tube,

"PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID; YOUR POWER SIGNITURES ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN THAT OF THE RANGERS THAT I KNOW FROM THIS TIME. TELL ME WHO ARE YOU; WHERE ARE YOU FROM." Zordon asked as the four teens looked between Alpha 5 and Zordon in confusion; not really sure if what they saw was true or a dream, but they decided to go with it anyway,

"My name is Conner McKnight and I'm the red dino-thunder ranger." Conner answered,

"My name is Kira Ford and I'm the yellow dino-thunder ranger." Kira answered,

"My name is Ethan James and I'm the blue dino-thunder ranger." Ethan answered,

"And my name is Trent Fernandez and I'm the white dino-thunder ranger." Trent answered,

"And we're from a city called Reefside in the year 2004" Conner finished,

"Is this all of your team? its only the four of you." Alpha spoke up,

"There are six of us, the fifth member of our team, Dr. Oliver is our black ranger; and the other Hayley, is not a ranger but our tech advisor." Conner answered, Zordon was silent but obviously contemplative to the explanation the rangers were giving,

"HMMM, THIS DR. OLIVER; COULD HIS FULL NAME BE DR. THOMAS OLIVER?" Zordon asked,

"Yeah how did you know? And " Kira asked,

"BECAUSE YOUNG KIRA, IN THIS TIME PERIOD WE KNOW YOUR DR. OLIVER AS TOMMY OLIVER." Zordon explained,

"RANGERS IF I COULD TROUBLE YOU, YOUR PRESENSE HERE INTREGES ME; COULD YOU TELL ME HOW YOU CAME HERE TO BE?" Zordon asked, the four rangers recounted the events of the past few days. Everything from the premonition dreams to being teleported to the command center,

"HMMM, I HAVE BUT ONE MORE QUESTION FOR YOU RANGERS." Zordon said,

"What is it?" Ethan asked,

"WHERE ARE THE DR. OLIVER AND KIMBERLY HART FROM YOUR TIME PERIOD? IT IS IMPAREITIVE THAT WE LOCATE THEM." Zordon asked,

"We don't know, like we said when we came to they where no where to be found. Why?" Trent explained,

"BECAUSE TRENT, IF THE TWO TOMMYS OR KIMBERLYS MEET, THE EVENT COULD CREATE A CHAIN OF EVENTS THAT COULD UNRAVEL THE FABERIC OF TIME AND SPACE AND DESTROY THE UNIVERSE AS WE KNOW IT." Zordon explained,

"Ay yi yi yi yi yi! What are we going to do Zordon?" Alpha 5 cried out it distress, as the four teens looked at Zordon with utter fear in their eyes,

"CALM DOWN ALPHA, FIRST YOU NEED TO SCAN ANGEL GROVE AND THE ADJACENT AREAS FOR A POWER SIGNITURE SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE DINO-THUNDER RANGERS THAT WE HAVE HERE." Zordon explained,

"Yes Zordon I'm on it." Alpha 5 said as he began typing away at the computer consoles,

"AS FOR YOU RANGERS, I NEED YOU TO STAY HERE FOR NOW; WE CANT RISK YOU ALTERING FUTURE EVENTS ANYMORE THAN YOU HAVE ALREADY." Zordon ordered,

"ok, but is there anything we can do?" asked Conner,

"FOR NOW RANGERS, I'M AFRAID NOT; THERE IS A BUNKER DOWN THE HALL AND DOWN THE STAIRS, THERE IS A TELEVISION AND SOME PRIVISIONS THERE." Zordon said,

"so you want us to just sit around watching tv in hopes that we can go back to our time?" Ethan asked sounding a little agitated,

"I SENSE THAT ALL OF YOU INDEED WANT TO DO SOMETHING MORE PRODUCTIVE WITH YOUR TIME HERE, BUT WE CANNOT RISK ALTERING THE FUTURE THAT YOU KNOW; I AM DEEPLY SORRY THAT IT MUST BE THIS WAY RANGERS, BUT FOR YOUR SAKE I NEED YOU TO REMAIN HERE UNTIL ME AND ALPHA CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO IN THE MEAN TIME." Zordon explained,

"Ok, but you'll call us when you need us right?" asked Conner,

"You need'nt worry rangers, Zordon and I do not intend to keep you here indefinitely, just until a temporary solution can be had. For now rangers just take a breather from your ordeal." Alpha said as the robot ushered the teens out of the main chamber into the bunker where they could relax and not be found out by the current rangers if they needed to be in the command center.

After the four teens left Alpha continued scanning for Dr. O and Kim's signal,

"Tommy seems to have picked and mentored a nice bunch of kids." Alpha surmised,

"YES HE HAS, I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF HIM AT THIS MOMENT ALPHA. TOMMY OLIVER I AM SURE HAS BECOME A FINE MAN." Zordon concluded,

"I've found the signals Zordon . . . ay yi yi yi yi yi!" Alpha said,

"WHAT IS IT ALPHA? DID YOU FIND THE TOMMY OLIVER AND KIMBERLY HART FROM THE FUTURE?" Zordon asked,

"Yes but the signals are on top of each other ay yi yi yi yi yi!" Alpha answered,

"ALPHA CALM DOWN BRING UP THE MEETING ON THE VIEWING GLOBE." Zordon instructed as the robot complied, what they saw next made the old wizard look shocked.

(Angel Grove High School 1993)

Tommy had done a good job not letting anyone on to the fact that his adult mind was in his teenage body, he had come close to showing his hand in his science class when he had breezed through the class knowing every single question the teacher asked. School was now over and he was heading to his locker to collect his things in preparation of being stuck like this for a while,

"Hey Tommy, how's it going bro?" a voice asked behind him, it was Jason Scot his best friend,

"Hey man, nothing much just getting ready to home for the day." Tommy answered,

"Are you feeling ok? You were acting strange in class today and from what I've been hearing from everyone else is that you've been acting strange all day. You wanna tell me what's up?" Jason pressed; Tommy looked down in defeat and decided to come clean with Jason to a certain extent,

"Listen, this is one of those times when I cant tell you the full story but I need you to trust me when I say that I'm ok. Can you just play it off like nothing ever happened." Tommy explained,

"Sure but you are going to tell me the full story some time right?" asked Jason,

"Yes but some day." Tommy explained,

"Look right now I have to go." Tommy said,

"Ok, you take care of yourself bro." Jason said,

"Always do bro, later." Tommy said and with that he walked away from his friend.

Meanwhile on the other side of the hall Kimberly was going through the same affair as she was trying to get her things and make her way home in case she had to stay in this time period for a while as well,

"Hey Kim, hey what did you think about math class today?" someone asked behind her; it was Trini Kwan,

"It was ok, kinda easy." Kim responded without thinking about her answer,

"Hmm, ok who are you and what have you done with Kim?" Trini asked as Kim looked down as she decided to come clean with her friend,

"Ok Trini look, something is going on and as much as I would love to tell you the whole story I just cant and you need to trust me on this when I say I cant tell you now and I need you to play it off like everything is fine." Kim explained,

"Well ok, but you will tell me about this right?" Trini said,

"Yeah don't worry but I cant tell you now." Kim said,

"Listen I gotta go, I'll see you around." Kim said and with that Kim left her friend in the hallway confused.

(Mysterious Island Lair 2004)

"Zeltrax begin your attack with that monster of yours, lets see how tough he really is." Mesogog commanded,

"At once my lord." Zeltrax responded as he bowed,

(Moon Palace 1993)

"Uhh, what happened?" Elsa asked as she slowly came to,

"Wait I remember now." Elsa said as the previous events came back to her,

"Oh damm, I was set up; damm you Zeltrax." Elsa cursed out,

"Ohh who's down there?" came a gruff voice as Elsa scrambled to find a place to hide for the time being until she figured out what to do next.

#paradox rangers in time #power rangers fan fiction #chapter 8

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rollercoasterwords · 3 years ago

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you are absolutely amazing i just don’t know how to put it into words & YOUR WRITING IS INCREDIBLE i’m taking it as inspiration for my own writing along w a few other writers :)

do you by any chance have any tips for someone trying out writing?

(ALSO HOW DO YOU MAKE EVERYTHING THE CHARACTERS FEEL SOUND SO BEAUTIFUL??)

ahhhh hello thank you so much!!!

i've talked about writing advice/tips a bit before in this post so u can go read that if you'd like i've never like...studied creative writing so i feel like a lot of the advice i have to give has more to do with vibes and mindset than anything technical. like the summary of what i've talked about in the past is just:

1 - no writing is bad writing because writing is like any other art where every bit of practice helps you learn more about your craft

2 - if your main motivation in writing is to have a huge audience consuming your work you will probably not find a lot of long-term fulfillment, especially if you're writing fanfiction. it's better to work on reframing your thinking around writing stories for yourself and posting them in search of community as opposed to an audience.

which like. i was talking to my sister about that second point last night because the thing is i hear a lot of people say "yeah but it's valid to want people to see and engage with the writing you post online" and that's true!! i'm not trying to say that it's not. but like. for myself, personally, if i posted my writing on ao3 and literally no one ever saw it and it didn't get a single hit, i think i'd be disappointed and dejected but at the end of the day i would still want to write my stories and i would still enjoy writing them because i am writing stories for myself, that i want to read. and because that's my mindset going into it, posting on ao3 is more like...hey if i get a few people who connect with my stories and engage with it and want to talk to me about it, that's such a cool bonus! i'm not viewing it as a numbers game or placing my self-worth as a writer in how many people click the kudos button, because at the end of the day it's so much more meaningful if a single person reaches out to me and is like "hey i want you to know this really resonated with me!" versus if like. a hundred people click a button, y'know?

when i think about myself as a younger writer and when i think about the influencer and consumer culture that is so pervasive now, i think it's probably really easy for new or young writers to get caught up in the idea that anything you post on the internet has to be a numbers game and if you don't get a certain amount of hits or likes it's easy to get discouraged, which is why most of my writing advice really comes back to trying to reframe your mindset around seeking connection whether than an audience! in the long-run, it's a much more fulfilling way to go about sharing something as personal as your writing online

other than that my main tip is just to read!! read and write down quotes you like and think about why they stick with you. i genuinely think a lot of my confidence in my writing ability comes from just reading all the time to the point where now when i write if i read it back and it feels like a book i'd enjoy, i know i'm happy with it.

and for feeling descriptions....hm i'm trying to figure out how to put my thought process into words. i guess like. something to experiment with is rather than centering the feeling itself to like. talk about anything BUT that feeling. like talk about things the character is doing, or use a metaphor to talk about the feeling without actually naming it. i am probably not describing this well lmao but like. ok an example from thtf - in the scene in ch 49 right after marlene and peter escape the death eater attack, when peter is asking marlene whether she's afraid of dying - i wanted to convey that in that moment marlene is feeling fearless, high on an adrenaline rush, untouchable, bold, etc. rather than focusing on feeling words though i was like okay what's a dramatic example of something that someone could do who is essentially feeling like a god rn. so instead of writing "marlene is fearless" i wrote "marlene could eat the stars." like to me that just feels a lot more vivid, y'know?

anyway this got very long but! that is my best shot at writing advice from someone who is mostly just running on vibes lol

#thtf #the hand that feeds spoilers #ask #writing tips

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shinkun · 5 years ago

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bloom: part 1/2 (18+)

aizawa shouta | eraserhead x student!reader

[ read part 2 here ]

word count: 3.4k

genre: alpha/omega, omegaverse, m/f, afab reader, student/teacher, smut with little plot

A late-blooming student finds herself trapped in the school, yearning for someone to ease her unfamiliar, painful urges.

warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fingering, cunnilingus

notes: Hello, just as a warning, this is my first time in many years posting any written work so I'm pretty rusty and self-conscious about it (please be gentle!) Also - my first time doing any form of a/b/o, so I hope it's okay!

Aizawa just released something feral in me that made me want to write a lengthy, lusty fiction about him.

This is Part 1 of 2 of this fiction. I wanted to see if there was any reception or interest in this piece before sharing the final part.

All characters are 18+. Reader is a mature student presumably finishing her final semester of school, or attending an extra year.

Anyway, please enjoy!

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Aizawa gave a hefty groan, pinching the skin on the bridge of his nose. A nagging stress entered the back of his mind as he proceeded to the opposite side of the door.

When your classmate had cornered him in his office earlier, wailing about how “Y/N doesn’t want to come out! She said she feels too sick to go to practice!” He already knew what he was in for.

“Alright, I’ll go see what's wrong…” Aizawa nonchalantly replied, waving the boy away. “Go outside and start without her.” He commanded, not letting him get another word in. The student gave a compliant but nervous nod before exiting the room.

The professor let out a sigh, perking his ear up to the door. He hesitantly raised his knuckles up to the surface, knocking on it with little force, but enough that it could be heard from the other side. He held his breath for a moment. A sweet, tantalizing scent crept from beneath the barrier between him and his student.

“Don’t come in!!” Shouted a voice laced with panic in reply to the knock.

“Don’t worry, it’s me.” Aizawa said, lowering his palm to the handle of the locker room. He didn’t need to speak his name for you to know. He was patient, letting you bask in the silence for a moment. The scent emitting from the room made a couple beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck, but he was able to shake it off.

“I can’t let you.. see me like this…” Your tone was shaky and barely audible, but he’d caught it.

“I can help you.” He persisted to push the handle downward.

The bond you’d grown with your teacher in your three years at UA was strong and trusting. You knew that any advice he was willing to offer you would be right. He was always right. You were happy to have a mentor so willing to sacrifice his time and listen to you when you needed it, and this was no exception.

Aizawa delicately pushed the door open, only an inch into it before the odor was able to escape, already knocking him back; angelic, rosey scents filling his nostrils. Saliva pooled underneath the back of his tongue as he took the fragrance in. He shut his eyes and let out another soft huff before propping the door open with one foot. He could sense your panic rising as he shuffled forward.

“...I promise you’ll be okay.” He assured you, his hand curling around the frame. He continued to stay cautious and non-threatening, making sure you had enough time to prepare for his entry.

“I don’t want you to see me so..” you hesitated, attempting to stiffen a cry building up in your throat, “..weak.” The word rolled off your tongue like it was filth.

Aizawa entered the room, seemingly unphased by the aura of hormones that was now engulfing him. He gently let the door slide closed behind him, carefully locking it for any students that dared to interrupt them. A small but caring smirk graced his face as he looked before him.

He saw you curled up in the back corner of the changeroom, sitting on a bench with your knees tucked into your chest. You held the bunched up top to your gym uniform, hugging it to the flushed skin of your torso for safety, your chest covered only by a tightly binding sports bra. You sunk your head down, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher as he proceeded forward. He gingerly perched himself on the bench next to you, leaving a comfortable amount of space, before bending forward to look at you.

“Hey..” His hair curtained around his face as he leaned forward, softly cupping the opposite side of your face in his hand. He pulled your head over to look at him. The unexpected touch made you squirm, squeezing your eyes closed, but you refused to fight his caress. “You’re the strongest person I know.” His thumb massaged your cheek up and down. Your bottom lip quivered, still attempting to fight the surge of emotions that were coursing through you as you finally met his gaze. Your eyes brimming with tears, making your vision blurry, as you continued to choke them back. It was simple, but his words meant a lot.

You and him both knew that you had a complicated relationship with your femininity. You saw it as a burden, getting in the way from people taking you seriously. You blocked it out in any way you could, to reflect a more intimidating, headstrong persona. Focusing on close-combat studies and fighting techniques, convincing the staff to let you wear the boy’s uniform, attending all the extra curricular sporting events - the reason you were even here on a weekend to begin with. It wasn’t just a means of coming off as adrogynous though, you genuinely enjoyed these things.

“How can I be strong if I’m...” You looked away, afraid that admitting you were an Omega out loud would somehow make it worse. You didn’t want to come to terms with it.

“...C’mere kid.” He removed his hand from your face while straightening up, leaning his back against the wall behind him. His arm raised, placing it on your shoulder to pull you into his chest for a gentle embrace.

You’d been close to Aizawa before, but never anything like this. Playful jabs here and there, sarcastic shoves in the hallway, there was even that time he had to step in to use his binding cloth to stop you from beating on some punk that made fun of your quirk - but this tender feeling he was sharing was a whole new territory.

You took it in, allowing some of the pent up tears to escape from your eyes. A quiet sob forced itself out of your throat, your body vibrating with each cry. Aizawa rubbed your back, slowly, carefully, letting you bask in the feelings. The fear that you had reverberated throughout the room was beginning to subside, and he could tell. You laid against the man in silence for a moment, the heavy thumping of his heart lulling your anxieties. You breathed in gradually, putting your sniveling to rest, but as you did, you noticed something off.

A flush of red emanated from your face as your nose raised slightly gravitating toward Aizawa’s head. A waft of strong musk filled your senses. It was savory, and heavy, and…“Hnghh.” A breathy sigh escaped your mouth as your hand gripped the fabric of the teacher’s shirt. You had little control over your next movement, stretching forward to nuzzle your face against his neck, taking in as much of the aroma as you could. Now that you’d let your defenses down, Aizawa's dominant atmosphere was beginning to encapsulate you.

“Whoa there.” He let out a chuckle but continued to let you explore, eventually expecting this kind of reaction to his presence. He gracefully shifted his hand, placing it above your hip, both to keep you stable as you moved, and to give him the pleasure of being able to embrace the smooth, supple flesh.

“I’m...sorry..” You said, beginning to retreat from him as the realisation of what you were doing began to sink in. “Oh, oh no.. I’m sorry..!” Your heart fluttered as you pulled back to your safe spot on the bench.

He gave his head a shake and continued to give you your space. “No need to be sorry.” He assured you, scratching the back of his head. His voice was tender and dreamy to your ears, it sent goosebumps down your arms. Suddenly sitting in a lecture just to listen to your teacher’s dark, gritty voice rant about hero politics sounded appealing. Admittedly this brief embrace made the resistance to act on his urges much harder than before, but he persisted.

Suddenly you let out an aching gasp. You pulled your body toward yourself, your arm reaching around your abdomen as you felt that intense pressure building up inside your gut again, tinges of pain and aching threatening your core. You’d felt this earlier when you had the room to yourself. It made you hot, your breath beginning to pick up as your body reeled in a feverish sweat. You didn’t want him to see you like this and now that your guard was down, it was taking control.

“Hurt…. it hu..rts..” You managed to spit out. Shouta cocked his head to the side.

“Is this your first time..?” He planted his hand on your back once more, making sure you knew his company was welcoming. All you could do was let out a quick nod. You squeezed your legs together, feeling an intense heat present itself in your center, your gasps becoming more hefty and impossible to contain.

“Wow, a late bloomer.” Aizawa strategically pondered for a moment, “Well, I should go inform Recovery Girl of how you’r-”

“..No!” You cut him off before he could finish, a tremble in your voice. “Please, can you...” Embarrassment took over causing your speech to trail off, your arm shakely reaching out and clenching around the sleeve beside his hand. Your desires were continuing to take hold and Aizawa’s scent was becoming more and more irresistible as time went on, “..can you help me?”

The edge of his mouth curled up into a smile, disguising itself behind his shield of dark locks. Just as he’d expected.

Now, this wasn’t his first time dealing with a student in heat. Although the population of Omegas was on the lower side, there had been a few students in his years of teaching that had to get medicated and sent home for a few days to deal with their inflamed, unpredictable hormones. And professors, especially Alpha professors, were instructed on the responsibility of containing those natural urges and how to offer students help when they were in their most vulnerable state.

He did genuinely want to help. Seeing your pleas to get rid of this nasty heat made his heart ache and he didn’t want to deny you the option for any outside aid, but he knew you would place trust in him and he was willing to offer it.

Without answering Aizawa leaned forward. He curled his other hand up behind your head, letting his fingers trail through your hair to embrace your scalp. Immediately a shiver fell down your spine as he bent over you; first planting a kiss on your forehead, then he trailed downward, peppering a couple kisses on your tear-stained cheek. The weight of your head cradled into his hand as he continued, his mouth trailing down the length of your neck, his tongue messaging down the length of your skin. Your breathing increased as you let out a cute whimper, your core pulsated. He then paused just above your shoulder, letting in a deep inhale. Your scent was enchanting, sweet, and made his head spin. He dared to let his teeth graze that special spot, smirked, and then placed one final peck there before abruptly pushing his mouth against yours. You immediately felt a rush of heat rise into your stomach as his lips collided with yours. They were so soft and experienced, but juxtaposed by the rough facial hair that scraped against your chin.

Even though it was you who’d requested it, you were having a tough time wrapping your head around the order of events that lead you here. Finding it difficult to reciprocate the kiss, he began to ease his tongue inside your mouth. Your eyebrows raised, but eyes remaining sealed shut as the twitching muscle explored your mouth, the roughness of his flesh against yours causing you to feel slick drip between your thighs.

You pulled your mouth away releasing an overwhelmed heave, a string of saliva still leaving you connected to the man.

His eyes furrowed, a worrying expression plastered his face making sure you were okay.

“..I forgot to...breathe.” A rosy tint burned your cheeks before you both let out a small chuckle that eased the tension. He then placed his forehead against yours.

“Keep going..?” At this point he was probably too far gone but he thought he’d at least give you the false sense of reassurance.

Despite the flustering heat that Aizawa stirred into you from his kisses, the pain in your curve was urging on to the point of becoming unbearable. Your hands trembled but quickly grabbed his chest to pull him back into the embrace. He took this as a ‘yes’ and fell back into the deep kiss, proceeding to cup his hand around your left breast. He kneaded the bosom in his hand before trailing his mouth down your neck once again, this time pulling and suckling at the skin, leaving playful little bites - but not enough to bruise. His hands trailed down to the edge of your bra. You bit down on your lip as he yanked it upward and over your head.

A nearly inaudible “Wow..” escaped from his mouth as he leaned back to take your figure in, not sure if it was meant for your ears to hear. Your defenseless upper half was paler than usual and coated with a perspiring sheen due to your sickly urges.

“Don’t stare..” You grumbled, refusing to meet his eyes as his hand regained its place against your chest. He was shocked you were able to contain them within the bounds of a thin fabriced sports bra all the time, let alone while they were aching and swelling from your heat. You did a very good job of keeping it that way.

He smirked once more before lowering his head, taking the erect pink bud between his lips, lapping his tongue over it again and again. You shuddered as he sucked it into his mouth, his opposite hand fondling the other. But no matter how much he kissed and caressed your shivering body, it wasn’t satisfying the heavy hunger sweltering in the pits of your core. “Please..” You whined above his head, frustratingly clenching your fingers into your palms, “Mister Aizawa, please...I can’t wait anymore.”

Aizawa pulled his mouth away, nuzzling his face between your chest for just a moment before raising back up.

“Soon.” He simply but firmly stated, pulling his binding cloth above his head and tossing it to the floor, making sure it wouldn’t get in the way.

He then bent down, wrapping his arm around the calves of your legs and pulling them onto the wide bench. He moved his own leg over the opposite side of the bench so that it was now in between him.

“Now,” he looked as you impatiently quivered, trailing his intense stare down your body, “What’s the damage?” You let out an offended huff at his wording, but held your complaints in. You figured any sort of noncompliance would lead you to a one-way trip to the medic.

Shouta really didn’t need to ask, but your fluster enticed him even more. The bottoms of your navy gym uniform had a dark patch stained through them long before the moment he’d entered, by this point it had traveled down your legs.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to find you another pair of those, huh?” He reached forward tracing his hands around the edges of the waistband before pulling the sweats down. You shifted as it tickled your sides. He then tossed them to the floor alongside his equipment.

Your hands reached up to cover your face as his gaze pierced through you. No matter how desperate you were to get some relief, you still couldn’t get past the vulnerability of being sprawled out in front of him like this, let alone, someone actually known for having a deeply intimidating stare.

He tenderly pulled one of your hands away, taking it in his own. This was the first time you’d really noticed how big his were in comparison, cupping around your delicate digits. He closed his eyes, leaving a few tender kisses inside your palm before deeply inhaling the aroma radiating from your wrist. He let it go and looked back, his palms now resting on your thighs, pushing them apart with a surprising amount of ease. You aligned yourself on the bench, propping your back against the wall.

Aizawa bowed over your lower half, leaning into the heat pulsating between your legs. He hadn’t even touched you before your heart began to race, your breath trailing close behind. Your anticipation for him made his heart melt but he couldn’t resist dragging this out for as long as he could. He wanted to make your first heat special for you - memorable - even.

It wasn’t long before Aizawa’s mouth was trailing up the length of your leg. The closer he got, the more unbearably hard it was to not just let his primal instincts take over and ravage your pretty, little entrance with his aching cock. No, Aizawa. He cursed at himself for even thinking that.

Shouta’s tongue danced up your thigh before hitting the edge of your drenched panties. He left soft little nips with his teeth in your thigh, leaving you breathless, before kissing the fabric. He nudged his nose against the surface of it, prodding your sensitive core before letting his tongue fall down its length, intentionally heaving his hot, eager breath against you. You let out a loud gasp that left you clutching your mouth. He smiled once more before taking the edges of the fabric between his fingers and pulling them down, finally revealing your throbbing, leaking pussy.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He sighed into you, sharing a few more kisses before sliding his tongue through those tender, pink folds. You cocked your head back gently scooching your hips towards him, your humiliation suddenly masked by your intense lust for the man.

Aizawa took in all the senses surrounding him. The delightful squeaks you made as he trailed his muscle along your slit, the delicious distinctly omega flavours that drenched his mouth, the way you convulsed and your knees buckled every time he slid his lips or nose against your sensitive, budding clit. He then pulled your legs over his shoulders, giving him more leverage to dive into you.

You reached your hand out as your gasps deepened, he looked up from you inquisitively before reaching his out in return. You laced your fingers between his, yearning for that simple grasp. You held on to it as a form of security, giving soft squeezes to the man every time it was too intense, or a loving stroke of your thumb against his skin when it was just right.

He narrowed his focus back on you, slowly bringing his other hand to your slit. While his tongue massaged your pulsating pearl, he sank two fingers deep inside your entrance. Unsurprisingly your hole was ready and more than willing to accept them. The amount of slick you’d produced was evident enough. You bit down on your lip and let out a whimper as he now began pumping you with his fingers alongside his mouth, your natural lubricant gliding down his hand.

Earlier you’d tried doing the same, attempting to satisfy your intense craving with masturbation alone, but it was never enough. Nothing felt like enough. But Aizawa’s fingers reached parts that you couldn’t, curling and prodding that sensitive area, hiding toward your stomach.

“God..” Your eyes rolled back as you bucked yourself against him, but you still yearned for more. “S...Sensei..” He could see you getting close, your little hand clenching in his own as he rhythmically persisted, your breaths more shaky and sporadic. “Shou..ta..!!” He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, his cock twitching against his leg from the sound of it. He pulled his hand back and plunged his long fingers even harder and more vigorously, this time including a third. You let out a little shriek while he basically drowned amongst your tiny folds, his fingers driving into you at a steady cadence. He felt as your plush, sensitive walls tightened around his dexterous touch, quivering as you climaxed before him.

You gulped hard trying to let your mind catch up to your body, releasing a steady pant.

“That was great, kitten.” He gave your thigh one last kiss before raising up. “...You did so well.”

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 4 years ago

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all three heartbeats

bakugou katsuki / f.reader

genre: married au (husband/wife), angst, hurt/comfort?, fluff, katsuki being a sap in lowercase

synposis: katsuki works full time as a prohero, but his time working to ensure the publics safety kept him busy- far too busy at times. he seeks comfort in you and his newborn little girl because the both of you keep him grounded and keep him fighting. he just wishes he could find a way to feel like a better father and husband.

w.count: 3.6k

a/n: hi hello i aint never written for bnha before and i thought i would never write anime fics again but here we are years after (it has been actual years, someone save me LOL). what better way than to start back out with blasty amiright?

It was one of those nights. Katsuki had just walked into his home at an ungodly hour and as he shut the door behind him, he leaned his back against it, He flicked all three locks of the front door shut and dropped his duffle bag at his feet before he tipped his head back to rest on the wood. He closed his eyes, sighing as he had the urge to just sink to the floor of the entryway landing and power nap.

Lord knows when his phone would buzz or ring again- his seemingly never ending work calling him to clock in again. It seemed like recently he never clocked out of his job- always working, patrolling, fighting petty villains trying to commit petty crimes and occasionally stopping more dangerous situations that kept him on edge and busy for hours to days on end.

The duffle he dropped at his feet was full with his gear and his hero suit that was in desperate need of washing and minor repairs- things that if he even muttered to himself about, you would happily offer your aid.

His closed eyes opened and his chin dropped back down, the back of his head coming off the door as he pushed the rest of his body off it as well. He heeled off his shoes and ruffled his hair as he finally walked into his home, leaving his duffle at the door as he made his way to the bathroom.

In all honesty, Katsuki wanted to go immediately to the room he shared with you where he knew you were asleep. He desperately needed a shower though, and he wasn’t planning on crawling into bed to hold you smelling like sweat, smoke and hero work.

You told him before you didn’t mind his post-work scent, in fact you told him it was charming in it’s own way since it was proof that Pro Hero: Dynamight worked harder than anyone else to one day be the No.1 Hero he’d been dreaming of his entire life.

Katsuki never told you, but he’d think about that almost everyday and it always made him smile when he did.

The shower he took was brisk and quick because all he wanted to do was go to bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t just taking power naps on the couch at the agency. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to go to sleep in his own bed. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he got to hold you and it was starting to really piss him off.

Since graduating UA, getting engaged, married and then having a child with you, is tempter had considerably settled. He wasn’t entirely tame by any means, he was still a quick fire with insults, refused to use people’s names and stuck to stupid nicknames he thought of, cursed like a sailor and exploded when something mildly frustrating ticked him off- but he wasn’t like he was before.

When Katsuki can stand to be in the same room as Todoroki and Midoriya and not blow a giant fuse within the first sentence exchange, anyone would call that progress.

It was no shock that you were a large factor in his settled image- he had to start leaning self control and how to manager his attitude. The one extremely rocky point in your relationship with Katsuki back when you both were third years and you threatened to leave him if he didn’t shape up made him change. It wasn’t easy, but the arguments and fights you both had back then serve as a reminder of how far he had come according to you.

When Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, he sighed- feeling refreshed- as he walked to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another over his head drying his hair. It was way too late to be running the hairdryer, he’d risk waking up his child that he knew was otherwise dead to the world in their crib.

Twisting the doorknob as quietly as he could, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and his eyes immediately looked to the bed, seeing your body’s shape beneath the comforter of the giant, Alaskan king bed you insisted you absolutely needed.

He felt his lips twitch as he left the door cracked to let in a small amount of light from the hall without stirring you. He went to his dresser and snatched a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw them on before he left the room as quietly as he had come in.

Katsuki went back to the front door and picked up his duffle bag, moving it into the living room and setting it on the couch to fiddle with it in the morning. He grabbed his phone from the side pouch of the duffle and began to shut the lights off and retreated back down the hall.

Before he went back to the room you slept in to join you, he stopped first in the room that was directly across the hall from his and yours and as quiet as a mouse crept in.

The nursey was painted in a pale yellow with sunflowers painted on the walls (curtesy of the bakusquad who insisted they were in charge of nursery decorations). Against the wall was a shelved cubby for toys and items for the baby and beside that was a changing table. Across the room was a tall dresser filled with way too many baby onesies and outfits for the future.

Katsuki walked to the white, wooden crib at the back of the room as the room itself was glowing in the soft, blue light of the baby’s nightlight. He leaned over the crib side and looked down to see his child sleeping just as quiet as can be.

He smiled as he reached down and stroked her chubby cheeks with the back of his knuckles. She was warm and soft.

“Hey there, Girlie,” he whispered, barely audible. Just watching his little girl sleep so soundly made his chest warm. God, he loved her so much. He frowned as he thought about how tough it might be on you while he’s away looking after her by yourself. She was barely a few months old and he hasn’t even had a weekend with you two yet.

Katsuki bit his lip to keep from letting the disappointment he felt in himself slip out in the form of growls.

He stuck around in the nursey for a few more minutes, just petting and admiring his child before he snuck back out and finally, finally went back to his room and as carefully as possible slid into bed.

You slept in the center of the bed that could easily fit four sleeping bodies, and Katsuki shuffled in further towards you before he was right behind you. He stared at your back in the dark room, his eyes adjusting more and more as the minutes pass.

Katsuki lightly grabbed your shoulder before he was pulling you to your back and then reaching over you to lay on your chest. On an ordinary day, Katsuki would be happy just holding you, but he felt especially worn out and drained. So, for once, even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to be held instead.

His cheek pushed into your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His right arm stretched over your shoulder to rest by your head and his left stayed beside his own body, his right leg hiked over your waist to be as close to you as he could get.

He felt his eyes roll before he shut them, finally feeling comfortable and warm and safe for the first time in days. He was finally breathing easy and all he wanted to do was stay here, in your arms, for the rest of his life.

As he started to finally doze off, his eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something carding through his hair.

He heard you take a deep breath before you were shifting just a bit to curl around him more and he felt your chin push against the top of his head.

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered, feeling your sleepy gaze on the top of his head. The small, sleepy chuckle that left your chest hummed against his cheek.

“Welcome home,” you whispered, sleep laced heavily in your voice as he felt your lips push against his scalp. “How was work?” You ask so innocently, but the question only made Katsuki burrow his face into your chest further. He doesn’t answer you, so you prompt him further. “Katsuki?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered, lifting his face just enough to speak clearly then pushing it back down again.

You say nothing at that and instead return to just carding your fingers through his semi-damp hair as you bask in each other and the silence of the house. You glance over to the alarm clock, seeing the time 4:03 am in orange, glowing numbers.

You feel like you have loads you want to talk about with Katsuki, things you want to share with him that had happened and things you want to have him tell you that’s happened, but it’s too quiet and too peaceful to bring them up. They’d have to wait.

“’m sorry,” he suddenly spoke from where he lay on your chest. Your fingers stop their mindless fiddling in his hair and he grips onto you tighter.

“What for?”

“Not being here.”

You felt your heart crack at the tone of his voice. He’s always been more open and mushy around you- as much as he denies it and he only get’s more open and more mushy when he was sleep deprived and just plain exhausted.

“I’m always working, always gone, always away doing fuck-knows-what out there and not here. I’m not home and that’s gotta really fucking suck.” He’s silent for a moment but you dare not speak. You feel like he’s been holding a lot in recently and if he’s choosing now to let it all out, you would silently encourage him to do that.

“I mean-” he scoffs at himself, “we’re married for fucks sake. We have a baby and I’m basically leaving you home alone day after day to raise her by yourself.”

“What?” Your shocked to think that’s how he feels. “Katsuki, that’s not-”

“It feels true,” he whimpers. “I feel like if I keep doing this, keep leaving you and Misuzu alone,” his voice cracks at the sound of his daughter’s name leaving his lips, “then you’ll both just disappear and I won’t even have the balls to go after you two.” You think you feel something wet seep through your sleep shirt, but you don’t say a thing about it. “I don’t feel like a husband and I don’t feel like a father. How can I feel like a hero if I can’t even spare the time to be with my god damn family?”

“Well,” you start. In truth, all you want to do is console him, but for all you know that could make him feel worse. You had to figure out what he wanted first. “What do you want to do then?”

He took a deep breath before he let it out again.

“I think I’m going to take some time off,” he concluded. It had been on his mind recently and now was as good a time as any. He just wanted to be home. “Maybe a week or two.”

“If that’s what you really want to do, then I think that’s a great idea. Just don’t forget to tell Eijirou or else he’ll blow a fuse if he just think’s your late because the great Dynamight is always punctual.”

You got a hearty puff of air and smile out of him for that little line. it was no shock that when all came down to it, Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki ended up working in the same agency.

“I’ll just text the bastard.”

“You need to tell the agency too, you dolt,” you lightly whacked him on the bed as he groaned. Getting time off wasn’t going to be hard for him considering the god awful hours he’s been forced into the past however long. Just going into the office to get that time off is annoying and a process he wish he could get someone else do to for him. “Just head out in the morning and let both your partner and your agency know. It won’t be so bad.”

“Whatever,” he huffed. “Just, go back to sleep.”

You glanced back at the clock to see that only about half and hour had passed. You sighed as you closed your eyes happily ready to return to sleep before Misuzu woke up.

You swore Katsuki was out before you.

-x-x-x-

You woke up three hours later, just after 7 am to the sounds of your daughter’s crying from her nursey. When you opened your eyes and sat up, your husband was no where to be seen.

You frowned, knowing that he was awake somewhere and he had only slept a few hours. Shaking your head, you got up and went to Misuzu’s room to get her from her crib and bring her into your arms.

You shushed the infant in your arms as you left the nursey and walked around the house. Katsuki was no where to be found and his everyday shoes were gone from the shoe rack next to the door. He must’ve went out already.

Not thinking much of it, you moved to the kitchen to grab one of Mizusu’s bottles from the fridge. One plus of pumping was getting bottles for the future- but that was one of the only pros among a number of cons.

With Misuzu being still so young, she didn’t do much beside nursing, napping and diaper calls. She would coo and whine and clutch onto your fingers and clothes and hair, but her energy was never prolonged.

After nursing, burping and playing with her she was yawning again. You left to place her back in her crib in her room as you let he sleep a little while longer. Flipping on the baby monitor, you left the room and went to the kitchen. Your daughter had breakfast, it was only fair that you got something to eat too.

As you scrambled the last eggs in your fridge, enough for Katsuki just in case you saw him this morning, you heard the front door open and shut again. You smiled as you heard footsteps come treading into the kitchen and you looked over your shoulder to see your husband.

You smiled at him as he rubbed the back of his head. Dressed in jeans that tore just slightly in the thighs and a t-shirt, Wwhen he saw you, he immediately started going towards you.

“Good morning,” you told him as he was at your side looking over your shoulder. “Welcome home.”

“Mmn,” he hummed at you.

“Where’d you go so early in the morning?”

“Agency.”

“You should’ve slept in a little bit more. You didn’t sleep long.”

“I didn’t want to wait any more to just be able to stay home.”

You smiled at his answer. You brought one hand up to pat his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable if you’re staying home then?”

He hummed at you again, nodding before he kissed your shoulder and sauntered back into your shared room. He took his time getting changed and getting into more homey clothes, because when he came back into the kitchen you were placing your food on plates for the both of you.

This time, when he came to you, instead of standing beside you, he latched onto you from behind as he buried his face into your neck. You could tell from the feeling of his eyelashes tickling your skin that he was still tired. You had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and he could really wake up and eat later.

The way he tightened his grip on your waist and started to sway ever so gently back and forth in the kitchen made you stay silent though. It was a serene moment between you two and you just closed your eyes and basked in it. It had been so long since you just got to bask in him and him in you.

“You hungry?” You asked as softly as you could muster. He nodded but made no effort to try and move away from you. “Do you expect to eat with your face hidden?” You teased.

“Just a little longer,” he muffled, his breath making your skin rise with gooseflesh as it tickled.

Half and hour later, you were taking his plate from him as he cleaned it of food and went to put them in the sink. He jumped from his chair at the table before he was gently moving you away from the metal hole in the counter where you were about to wash the dishes you had dirtied this morning.

“I’ll wash them,” he insisted.

“I don’t mind doing it.”

“Don’t be so damned stubborn. You cooked, so it’s fair.”

You shrugged as you relented. “If you really insist. Thank you, Katsuki.” You placed a small, short kiss on his cheek before you moved back to the table to sit.

As he cleaned up the dishes, you sat at the table and fiddled with your phone, scrolling through apps to see what you missed and then flicking occasionally to watch Katsuki’s back.

“I feel you fuckin’ staring,” he spoke as he shut the water off, shaking his hands before he dried them on a towel. The dishes all sat in a plastic draining rack as he turned around and leaned against the counter. You placed your chin in your palm as you laughed at him.

“Yeah? Got a problem with it?”

“Not necessarily.”

You both jumped when a small whine was heard over the speaker of the baby monitor you had sitting on the center of the table. You pushed your chair out, but before you could even stand up, Katsuki was up and down the hall to check on Misuzu.

When you made it to her door, he had already lifted her out of her crib. She had reached up and snagged a tiny handful of her father’s hair as he hissed.

“Listen you little brat, just because your my baby doesn’t mean you can yank on my hair.” Her small fist only yanked down on his hair more as if to say ‘I can and will’. You chuckled as you walked into the nursey and started to detangle her hand from his blond hair.

Katsuki watched as her fingers released his hair and instead wrapped around your finger as you bounced it slightly. Her tiny arm moved in tandem with your finger bounces.

“Hey,” your soft voice calling him suddenly brought him out of his own mind. You gently pulled Misuzu’s fingers off you as you pushed your palm against Katsuki’s cheek. “Why are you crying?”

Was he? God, he hated crying- especially in front of you. He clicked his tongue, whipping his head to face away from you as he used one of his hands to quickly swipe under his eyes.

“I’m not.”

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh as you pushed your husband into the living room to let Misuzu play on the floor. Katsuki sat on the living room floor cross legged as you watched him play with her as she lay on her back.

Occasionally he would glance at the time and remind you to pump, as if your tender chest wasn’t a constant reminder anyway. You always just nodded and told him you would when you needed to.

The three of you spent the morning in the living room until the infant began to yawn back to back and rub at her eyes clumsily. You let Katsuki put her down for her nap in the afternoon since he never really had the opportunity to. Through the baby monitor you could hear him mutter and coo at her to go to sleep.

When she was down, Katsuki came back into the living room and sat himself beside you on the couch. He sighed, throwing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes, obviously ready for a nap himself.

“Why not try and sleep while she’s down?” You had planned on getting him to rest while you start to go through the duffle bag you had relocated to the corner of the room a while ago to see what all he needed done with his hero equipment.

He opened one of his eyes, seeing you eyeing towards his bag and he frowned. He shifted his body, snatched your waist and threw himself back to lay on the cushions, you following in tow to lay on top of him.

“Katsuki!” You scolded in a hushed tone as to not wake up your daughter who just went to sleep.

“I’ll nap here and you will too. No objections.” He brought one of his hands up to start stroking your head. “Just let me take care of my god damn wife for once.” You just shook your head and pushed your cheek further against his chest to get comfortable. When he says it like that, you can’t really bring yourself to oppose him.

“Hey,” you whispered. You felt him hum in response to you. “I love you.”

His legs shifted and his arms wrapped around you tighter, getting more comfortable. He let out a deep, comfortable breath as you felt him push his cheek into the top of your head.

“‘Fuckin’ love you too.”

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smutsonian · 5 years ago

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Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

bully

steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

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Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers.

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself.

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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