cinamun · 9 months ago
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Went through 3 game crashes before I realized it was a gotdamn refillable water bottle and that thirst mod.
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..... I really wanted to use that too (and the cute recolors).
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asettledsky · 2 years ago
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The First Chapter Of an Inspector Gadget Fanfic That I May or May Not Actually Bother to Start Writing In Earnest
And then his thumb flew off and his hand caught fire.
The first thing John Brown registered when he woke up was how incredibly heavy his body felt. Getting up was a trial and ended up with him laying face down on the tile floor. He debated the merits of just staying there and waiting for someone to come check on him. He was clearly in a hospital for some reason, so surely a nurse would be by soon.
The floor was rather uncomfortable though, so he decided to try getting up again. He got about halfway there when…. something happened. He heard some sort of explosion near his foot and some sort of sparks flew down the hall causing a commotion. He twisted his body around to follow the screams and lost balance again. He wobbled and flung his arms forward for counterbalance.
“Aaaaaahhh!!!!”
The scream echoed down the hallway and through the makeshift break room the team of scientists had set up in the hospital. One spilled his coffee across his lap and another nearly broke their pen. Doctor Brenda Bradford looked up from her paperwork and smiled as she realized what was happening.
“He’s awake!”
Brenda hurried down the corridor and peeked into the operating room. Mr. Brown was sitting on the floor gaping in horror at his hands, both of which had lost their fingertips and one of which was several feet away from his body at the end of one of his extendo-arms. She rushed into the room and stepped over the metalwork to crouch down in front of him.
“Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown, can you hear me?” She asked him firmly. His eyes snapped from his hand to her face and she could see the recognition in them. That was good, he’d been a security guard at their lab for over a year so he’d seen her often.
“Mr. Brown, you were in an accident. Do you remember?” Brenda asked, gently this time now that she had his attention.
He stared at her for a long moment as he tried to piece together what she was talking about. Between the concussion and the surgery it would be surprising if he remembered much.
“There was…. a break in,” he said confidently. “And I…. I chased them?” He sounded less sure of that declaration.
“You did, but your car crashed and there was an explosion,” Brenda answered.
“Oh,” he said. His eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment before his attention came back. “B-b-but that doesn’t explain… THIS!”
He flapped his hands a bit and seemed quite alarmed to realize that the extendo-arm had managed to retreat into his arm quite a bit while he was distracted and his hand was now just flopping around at the end of a few inches of metal.
“Don’t worry, that’s completely normal–”
“NORMAL?!” Brenda could hear a bit of hysteria creeping into his voice.
“Well, I meant that the arms will naturally retract when you’re done with them. It’s part of your autonomous system,” she explained.
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t have arms that did this before now,” John pointed out. He was watching his wrist click into place as it reconnected with his arm. He twisted it around and flexed it a couple of times before deciding it was back to normal, aside from the still missing fingertips.
“Oh right, of course,” Brenda realized. She stood up and tried to help John to his feet to no avail. His new build really was quite heavy. She pulled a chair over and braced it as he pulled himself to his feet and then immediately fell into the seat.
“Mr. Brown, your body…” Brenda started, then hesitated. “The car crash left you very badly hurt. You had multiple broken bones and fractures, your skin was covered in 3rd degree burns, a lot of your internal organs were starting to fail because of blood loss…. Honestly it was a miracle you survived at all. After you were treated the doctors weren’t really sure you’d make it.”
The gears started turning in John’s head as he processed this information. His face settled on confusion as he looked at her.
“Do you remember the project that my father and I were working on? The Gadget project?” Brenda asked.
“The robot foot?” John asked.
“Ah,” Brenda swallowed the urge to go into further detail. “Yes. You see, that night before the break in we had a major breakthrough that pulled the whole thing together. The circuitry can only work when interfacing with someone with very strong strength of will. When I saw how determined you were to catch the culprit that night….”
Brenda took a deep breath and pushed back at the memories of her father’s body in her arms.
“You see, the Gadget Project was being funded by the Riverton Police Department. When you were in a coma we interviewed everyone who knew you, and your niece–”
“Penny!” John shouted and shot out of his chair. Brenda braced herself to try and steady him if he needed but he was suddenly remarkably steady on his feet. “How long was I out? Is she alright? She must have been so scared. After what happened to her parents she can get so nervous–”
“Mr. Brown!” Brenda put her hands on his arms. He stilled instantly and stared at one of her hands like he thought it would bite him. “Penny is fine. She was quite upset when she first heard about the accident, but once you were in recovery and we assured her we had a plan to fix you up she calmed down. You can see her once you’re feeling a little more yourself.”
John relaxed a bit and the wobble that had been conspicuously absent just a moment before returned. He slowly sat back down in the chair and sighed.
“May I continue?” Brenda asked.
“Umm…. yes,” John answered. He seemed just a bit disoriented.
“Thank you. As I was saying, we were funded by the Police Department. They were interested in using the technology to create a crime fighting machine. Their idea was to create an android that an officer could pilot remotely. But after what happened to you…. I thought the least I could do to repay you was save you.” Brenda took a deep breath and smiled weakly at him. “We conducted a few interviews and put together a basic psychological profile… and based on what we found I was able to propose an alternative. And that was to use the technology to turn you into the first cybernetically enhanced police officer on the force.”
John blinked at her. The gears were turning again, she could tell.
“I’m…. a robot?” He managed to ask after a minute. Brenda frowned.
“Well, if you’re going to use silly sci-fi terms you’re really more of a cyborg,” she answered glibly. “You’re now a complex internal system made out of human tissue, robotics, cybernetic software and machinery. You’re the very first prototype of a product that came from years of research.”
“I’m a prototype?” John echoed.
“Yes! Isn’t that amazing?” Brenda asked.
Brenda had to admit that she was just a little frustrated that he didn’t seem amazed or impressed…. or grateful. Maybe it was a lot to take in. He had just woken up, and his brain tissue was probably still a little bruised. Additionally his background check said he never went to college, so maybe some of this was a little hard for him to grasp. Brenda suddenly felt a little bad for dumping all this information on him at once.
“Am I….. still me?” John asked. He sounded unsure, and a little lost.
"Well, if you weren't you almost certainly wouldn't have been able to wake up at all," Brenda answered. Considering how alarmed he looked at that statement she decided to not quote the odds they'd calculated of that happening.
"I feel like I've just given you a lot to think about, why don’t we gather up your fingers and get them reattached while you… process all of this," Brenda suggested, already picking up the ones she could see and putting them on a nearby tray.
It took longer to locate all ten of them than it did to sort them and snap them back into place.
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nygmobblepot-trash · 3 years ago
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It was odd for Riddler to get visitors. He wasn't exactly popular with anyone. Oswald would show up when he wanted something and was desperate which was more often than you would hope for from Gotham's mayor/king/whatever he was calling himself these days. Gordon would show up with arrest warrants. The last group would be considered random. They would show up when Riddler got bored and let someone else take over so he could save the puzzle later on.
Riddler hadn't lost control recently... at least he thought he hadn't. He hadn't done anything since being released and Oswald doesn't believe in having to knock. So why at 10:46 pm was someone knocking at his door?
Instead of playing the guessing game, Riddler decided to throw the door open and deal with whatever or whomever was making all that noise behind it. Except when it swung open he saw no one.
That's odd.
Another mental break down perhaps?
Whatever.
He'd deal with it later and shut the door. He didn't get very far till he heard the knocking again.
Ignore it. It will stop eventually. Just distract yourself.
He looked around the room to find something fitting for the task. Which was a old torn up book hidden under the couch. He brushed off the cobwebs and collapsed on the couch.
The knocking persisted.
Riddler tried to focus on the words with all his heart but the pounding wouldn't stop.
He had enough. Please don't be Ghost Oswald, he thought as he threw open the door for a second time.
Still nothing.
He went to close the door for the second time when he felt something grab onto his arm in order to prevent the action.
Riddler quickly looked down and everything clicked into place.
He wasn't expecting a child. "Oh it's just you, Martin." He sighed happy he didn't accidentally drug himself. The calm quickly disappeared when he repeatedly his words, "Oh it's you! What are you doing here?"
Martin must have already assumed that question was going to be asked because he only had to flip to a page in his notebook and show it to the annoyed Riddler.
"Oswald dropped me off." Ed read aloud with a frown. "I doubt it. He would never leave you in my care without an hour lecture. As if I need a lecture on how to keep a child alive."
Martin gave Riddler an, 'Are you sure about that?' look.
"I forgot to feed you one time! I've gone days without eating and no one throws a fit. You go without dinner one time and I never hear the end of it!" Riddler yells as he retreats back into Ed's apartment.
Martin follows and closes the door behind him.
Riddler quickly turned around. "Oh no you don't. Go back to Oswald. I know you're lying about him driving you here."
Martin shakes his head no.
Riddler aggressively digs into his pockets to look for his phone but finds nothing. "That's odd... I had it in here an hour ago." Riddler scans the room and sighs when he immediately doesn't find it. "Once I find my phone you're gone, Buddy."
Martin shrugged and made his way into the kitchen as he was hungry. PB&J sounded real good. He had managed to find all the supplies while Riddler threw stuff around the apartment. The more the man looked the angrier he got. Now all the boy needed was a knife to put the jelly and peanut butter on his bread. He found one fairly quickly. What was even quicker was Riddler grabbing the knife away from him. He was paying attention?
"You cut yourself and i'll get blamed." The green man announced.
Martin expected to hear the knife go back into the drawer, but it didn't. Instead Riddler with a roll of his eyes quickly smeared the toppings onto the bread. When he was done he tossed the knife into the sink with a loud clank and went back to look for his phone without another word.
Martin quietly ate his sandwhich and when he was done put the dirty dish into the sink after washing it off. Like Oswald said, 'no one likes a pig.'
The boy took this opportunity to clear out any unusable pages from his notebook. He didn't see certain responses being used soon, if ever again.
"I haven't left all day. It should be here." Riddler mumbled from under the couch he retrieved the book from. After throughly checking the couch Riddler turned to the boy. "Shouldn't you be... I don't know... in bed?"
Martin shrugged knowing damn well the answer.
"Bed." Riddler commanded.
So the boy did as told... well almost. The man yelled, "not my bed," as the child climbed into his bed ignoring him.
"I'm going to kill Oswald." Riddler promised under his breath.
The boy quickly wrote in his note book and turned it to the man when he was finished.
"I don't care if Oswald reads to you. I'm not Oswald." Riddler answered coldly.
The boy scribbled down more.
"I do have great stories! Way better than any of Oswald's." Riddler hissed.
So Riddler lost again and told the boy a story. But he boy refused to shut his annoying little eyes. So he said another one, which turned into another one. Riddler wouldn't admit that the stories were infact true and about himself and Oswald.
After the 3rd story Riddler stood up. "You said he reads you one story and I have given you three. It isn't my fault you're still up, so go to sleep."
Martin quickly wrote in his notebook and threw it at the Riddler as he was leaving.
Riddler quickly bit his lip to avoid yelling at the boy and picked up to see what the runt wanted now. "...you want to know what my parents are like?" Riddler was about to tell him no when he read the next sentence, "I'll go to bed and never bother you again, I promise." He ripped the note out of the note book and placed it his pocket. "This is legal now." He sighed and sat back down.
Riddler opened his mouth to answer the boy's request but the words seemed to leave his lips.
You technically don't have parents. A voice not belonging the Riddler echoed in his head.
"Shut up." Riddler hissed through clenched teeth.
For someone who thinks he's the best of me is terrible at taking care of kids. This one doesn't even speak and you're losing it.
A pain started pulsing behind his eyes.
As Riddler grimaced in pain the boy stuck another note in front of his eyes. It read, "Is it Ed?"
Hey kid.
"Please be quiet." Riddler whisper as he put his head into his hands.
Martin upset at what he seemed to cause quickly ran out of the room. Riddler don't notice this at all. He hadn't known how much time had passed even he managed to look farther up the bed where Martin was last seen. The issue was the boy wasn't there anymore. In his place were a couple of pills and a note, "I'm sorry I bothered you, Mr. Riddler. My dad seemed more happy when you're around. I came here to figure out why Oswald and you don't get along. I even left a note for Oswald hinting you took me. I wanted him to show up and see that you do take good care of me. It's my fault that you don't see each other anymore. I refused to eat that day and you still took the blame. I'm going back to Oswald's to explain what I did. As an apology I'll give you a riddle, 'I can be a salty treat for some, and a breath stealer for others. What am I?' -Love Martin."
Riddler quickly looked at the time on his watch, it read, 1:07 am. "Oh dear." Riddler and Ed said in a worried tone.
Riddler wasted no time finding the peanut butter in a cabinet. Please don't be ruined and please be what I hope you are, he though.
Ed on the other hand was trying to calculate all the possible routes the boy could be taking.
Riddler spun the lid off and shouted, "Yes!" as he quickly unwrapped the napkin that was in the jar. It was his phone which he may need later. It was the nuclear option.
Then suddenly the front door swung open and crashed into the wall harder than it ever had.
Shit. Riddler though as he hit the floor to avoid being seen.
"EDWARD DUMBASS NYGMA." An angry mother penguin shouted louder than should be possible.
'What did I do?!' Riddler heard Ed scream in terror.
'We have to avoid him at all costs, when he's like this he won't listen to a word we say.' Riddler told Ed.
The pair listened as Oswald stomped around the apartment. Once they could hear him in the guest bedroom he bolted to Ed's room. Going out the front door would get them spotted immediately.
Riddler could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He has never moved this fast and quietly in his life, including all the other personalities. He threw open the window and leaped out of it. He fell about 6 feet before he was able to stop his fall by grabbing onto the fire escape ladder. The force made the ladder extend closer to the ground. Once it stopped a few feet above the ground Riddler let go and landed in the snow.
He didn't feel the coldness nor acknowledged it was even winter in Gotham as a voice from above him dripping with hate, "YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME."
'There's no way he'll come down this way. Just go.' Ed commanded.
So Riddler did what Ed said for the first time in his existence. His mind was a blur, but that was okay because Ed was giving him directions. It wasn't long until he spotted the boy walking under the street lights on a particularly dangerous street.
"Hey! Kid wait!" Riddler yelled very out of breath. When the boy stopped and turned Riddler finally noticed how tired he was.
He was about to collapse when adrenaline shot back up his body.
"I TOLD YOU."
Riddler's eyes widden as he turned to see Oswald quite a bit off into the distance hobbling towards them. "...how?" The three questioned together.
He was running out of time so Riddler whipped back to the boy to say what he wanted to say. Unfortunately Oswald was faster and had a gun pointed directly at him.
'And you're the bad parent?" Ed questioned.
Martin quickly stood in front of Riddler to his surprise. He frantically waved his arms around and shook his head. All three men noticed the tears in his eyes.
"Martin I want you to step to the side, put your hands over your ears, and face away with your eyes closed. Do. Not. Make. Me. Ask. Again." Oswald said with a reassuring yet offsetting tone.
Martin stood his ground.
"Oswald I need to show you something, you're only making the situation worse." Riddler pleaded.
"You won't ever stop crossing the line will you? Every single time I let you live you make sure I regret it. Well not this time, old friend."
'Well we're dead.' Ed sighed.
Martin dropped to his knees with his hands together, no doubt pleading for Riddler's life.
Oswald's moved his finger to the trigger. Since he was aiming for Nygma's head, Martin wouldn't get hit. "Haven't I taught you anything? Don't be like me. Don't let anyone stab you in the back ever. I wouldn't be doing what I preach if I don't do this."
Riddler slowly moved his hand to his pocket.
'Stop you idiot' Ed screeched.
Riddler grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and held it above his head. "He thinks we aren't..." Riddler didn't know the right words, many of them made his stomach flip. "you know... a team anymore, because of him. He blames himself, Os."
"But it isn't his fault." Oswald's finger slowly backed off from the trigger. "Let me see. I doubt this will save you."
Riddler nodded and handed the note back to Martin. The boy whiped away some tears before running to Oswald.
Oswald held the note in the air under the street lamp to read the pencil words.
Ed, Riddler, and Martin watched with baited breath to see how Oswald would react.
Paying attention to microfacial expressions wasn't Ed or even Riddler's strong suit, but this time they caught everything. How Oswald bit him bottom lip as tears brimmed in his eyes. How he quickly turned his head away and blinked those tears away to avoid Martin seeing them. Ed and Riddler watched as he shook silently. Then he took a sharp breath and blew it out. "It was never your fault and it never will be. Edward is an idiot-. No we are, grown ups are. I'm sorry you had to see us flight. I promise to be better and I think me and him going our separate ways will ensure that."
Martin shook his head.
'Wow look at Oswald Cobblepot being the adult. I guess you got what you wanted.' Ed's voice still echoed in Riddler's head, thankfully without the migrain.
"You're wrong, that's not what I want." Riddler said out loud to his and Ed's surprise.
"What the hell-" Oswald started to yell again but Riddler cut him off.
"I don't think we should go out separate ways. It would be a shame if Gotham's best duo faded into nothingness. There is still greatness for us. Our story isn't done yet, Ozzie." Riddler closed the gap inbetween him and Oswald. "I'm sorry... for some of the things I did. Sometimes you deserved it though."
'Please shut up.' Ed begged.
It was Riddler's turn to bite his lip. He then took and deep breath and through clenched teeth spoke, "The truth is..." Riddler felt his face go warm and suddenly realized how terribly cold it was. "I'm happier when... you're...around...too."
Oswald covered his laugh with a cough. Ed did not follow that courtesy. 'I knew it!'
"Oh God damn it." Oswald sighed. "You're going to make me regret this, aren't you?"
"You know me so well." Riddler answered with a coy smile.
"Holy shit it is fucking cold. Can we go inside now before I actually turn into a penguin? And you..." Oswald pointed at Riddler with a smirk. "Shouldn't you hate the cold."
"Nope." Riddler shrugged as he tossed his suit jacket onto a shivering Martin. "It reminds me how I saved your sorry ass."
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autumnscribbles · 4 years ago
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i’m here | r.b
reece x reader
y/n gets into an accident which leads to a worried and emotional reece rushing to the hospital
word count: 1k
a/n: yay finally a new imagine!!! thank you so so much to whoever sent this request in, i love nhc so much and feel like there isn’t enough content about them on here!! i hope you enjoy :)
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Reece pulled off his headphones, hanging them over the mic stand after finishing recording a new song. Him, Blake and George smiled proudly, talking about how good it sounded and how excited they were to finally get the song finished and soon released. 
He stepped out of the recording booth, pulling his phone out of his pocket after having it silenced for a few hours, which he always did when he was recording.
He noticed a miss call from you and quickly redialed your number to see why you called. His call went to voicemail and he hung up, not thinking much of it. You had told him you had errands to run today, and that you would bring home dinner for the two of you for when he got home from the studio.
When he entered your house and noticed you weren’t home, he decided to do some tidying up while you were still gone, assuming you would be back pretty soon, but when the time continued to pass without you walking through the door, he began to get worried.
He sat on the couch, checking his phone every few seconds in hopes he would see something form you. Now, when he called, it went straight to voicemail, no ringing at all.
His phone rang, and he jumped quickly, answering it without even checking the caller ID.
“Reece?” a familiar voice answered from the other end.
“Blake?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.
“Yeah, uh, have you been on Twitter at all?” he asked.
“No, why?” he asked, confused as to why his friend would call him only to ask such an unimportant question.
“Well, I came across like a news article, there was a car accident near your place earlier today, three cars, one of them was the same car that Y/N has and the description sounded like her,” he explained, Reece’s heart picking up speed, “I was just wondering if she’s at home with you? I was a bit worried.”
Reece’s voice caught in his throat, his breathing stopping completely as he tried to wrap his mind around what Blake just told him.
“Reece? Are you there?” Blake asked.
“She’s not here,” Reece finally choked out, hearing Blake’s intake of breath on the other end.
“I’ll come pick you up,” he said. “The article said what hospital they were brought to, we’ll go check, okay?”
“Okay,” Reece said, hanging up quickly.
“Maybe it wasn’t her,” he whispered to himself as he stood up, pacing as he waited for Blake’s headlights to appear. “She’s probably just stuck in traffic, she’s fine.”
He continued denying what might have happened, but he still ran outside when Blake pulled up, urging him to get to the hospital as quickly as he could without getting stopped by a cop.
Blake pulled into the entrance, telling Reece to go inside while he parked, and that he’d come in quickly behind him. Reece followed his instructions, basically jumping out of the car while it was still moving and began running towards the entrance, his panic settling in more and more.
He approached the reception desk frantically.
“Y/N!” he called out. “Is there a Y/N Y/L/N here?”
After clicking away on a few keys, the receptionist looked back up at Reece.
“Yes sir, she just came out of surgery, are you family?”
“Yes, I’m-I’m her boyfriend.”
“She is allowed one visitor right now, she should be waking up soon, she’s on the 3rd floor, room 312.”
Reece thanked her as he was already jogging away, taking the stairs because he was too impatient to wait for the elevator. He breezed past the rooms, landing on 312 and slowing his pace before entering the room, a nurse by your side.
“Are you Reece?” she asked.
“Yes, uhm, how do you know that?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter, actually, what happened to her?”
“She was in a pretty bad accident,” the nurse told her. “The doctors operated on her and she’s stable now and she’ll be okay.”
“Oh thank god,” he breathed, rushing over to you and gently touching your cheek, worried he would hurt you.
“She’ll need to stay here for a little while, so we can monitor her and give her the proper medication,” the nurse began, “but she will wake up soon and won’t have any permanent damage.”
Reece let out another sigh of relief, taking your hand in his as tears sprung to his eyes.
“She was asking about you,” the nurse told him. “She told us to tell you what happened, but her phone was shattered in the accident.”
Thinking of him? In a moment like that? He couldn’t help but smile a little.
Your eyes began fluttering open, and Reece’s heart raced, so happy to see those beautiful eyes looking back at him again.
“Reece,” you muttered one your eyes finally focused, the lights above way too bright. “You came.”
“Of course I came,” he whispered. “Blake is here too, in the waiting room.”
Reece stepped back and let the nurse do what she needed to do before leaving the room to give them time alone.
“I was so worried about you,” he said. “Blake told me about the crash and I was so worried that-that you wouldn’t survive.”
“I’m okay, baby,” you muttered, feeling groggy. “I’m here.”
“I’m here too,” he said, “I won’t leave your side, and I’ll be there every step of the way to help you get better.”
“It hurts,” you muttered, trying to shift your position but wincing in pain.
“I know, love,” he said softly, “but you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.”
“I love you,” you smiled weakly, your eyes half closed.
“I love you too,” he said, tears free falling down his cheeks at this point. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I have no idea what I would do without you.”
“Don’t cry,” you cooed, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “I’m okay. I’m here, I’ll always be here.”
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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago
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Love and Hate
Summary- 2.7k Mike Weiss x You. Another hotel, another fight, and another making up. Maybe you were just a much an addict as he was. It only seems okay, if you two are fighting with one another. Warnings- Drug Use and Fucking one another. Smut. Messed up and unhealthy relationship. Written for @donutloverxo​ @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ and @captain-a-rogerss​ 3rd week challenge- song fics. Choice I used was Eminem (cause I love the bastard) and Rhianna’s, Love The Way You Lie. 
A/N- I love the dysfunctional relationships, the ones that just are self destructive toxic messes. I doubt Mike could ever truly be in a healthy one, although maybe some day in fanfics. I can't claim to know accurately what certain drugs will do, so when reading this, its simply my interpretation. Don't expect the highs and lows to be accurate.   
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“So he never had any intention of fixing those trucks, he sent them with broken pipes, claiming to now know they had busted pumps.” Mike snorted clearing his nasal passage, as the coke flooded his mind with an endorphin rush. It was almost as good as sex with you was for him. Almost. What was better? Was if you were here with him. He missed you, but you didn’t approve of this. This process helped him think. His name might come after - Danziger, but he could see the process almost as it was unfolding before him much clearer than his partner, especially when he was at his peak, right now. The only way to make it better,  if you were here. You baby was his ultimate weakness.
The people he wrangled into the room, the dealer neighbors, and crack whores he called to his hotel room, mainly hoping to score those couple grams, willingly share with them. All sitting there with there stick-it notes to there shirts, it finely clicked in there slightly slower minds. There oohs and aahs, the sick fuck statements that filled the room left him nodding in agreement. “Guilty… he’s guilty.” 
The fire chief is not the only one guilty, Mike, oh he burned you over and over, that was how you described it every late-night you came searching for him. I’m at friends, working with Paul, got a trial I’m working. That was how he described it. Just like how he described it tonight on the phone to you. And yet, when you pulled in, the upper room door wide open to see Mikes silhouette bent over the table, and then he reared back his head, bouncing like a boxer might, his nose scrunching up. 
You’re just gonna stand there and watch me burn. 
Mike never heard you slam the car door, or go up the steps, nor did he notice you standing in the doorway till one of the dealers said something. “You looking to join the party sweetheart?” 
Mike spun around to take you in, just as you did with him. You could see it, the way his body was thrumming from the drugs. The intense high that left him jittery, with tense muscles, his biceps straining, the veins in his neck standing at attention, and his face, he took in every bit of information, filing it away in case it was necessary for another time. How had he explained it to you? Oh yes, he was hyper fixated on all details, he was smarter, faster, stronger when he was high. 
It was the crash though that would leave him half dead, so many times you had found him on the verge, but never quite crashed. 
That was just a man playing a dangerous game. It was just a matter of time. 
“No, I’m fucking not looking to join.” You snarled as you entered the room, and Mike took a step forward, trying immediately to appease you. 
“Baby, It’s just for work.” 
“Shut it, Mike, all of you, get the hell out.” 
The girls, the ones you could only begin to guess what they were here for, started bitching immediately. “Hey, we don’t know who you are lady, but we brought the goods, and we’re not leaving till were paid.” 
Your voice might have got shrill when you grabbed your purse off your shoulder and Mike tried to stop you with “Baby, come on, stop, they don’t know any better.” You ripping your purse open and yanking out all the cash you had, your anger now uncontrolled. Throwing those bills at the girl’s faces. “There! Now your fucking paid!” Mike’s hands grasped your arms to prevent you from throwing anything else, the group behind you started to band together, getting mad. The tension in the air between you and the people behind him leaving Mike the barrier. The drugged high barrier protecting each other from one another. 
“Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” You’re now screaming, and Mike looks over his shoulder, his grasp on you so tight it would bruise your forearms. You don’t notice though. Not at this point, You rarely do. 
You like the way it hurts. 
“Get out guys, I got her.” Your rage turned towards Mike, the anger seething just at him now, He got you… Did he get you? 
“Yeah man, she’s killing the vibe.” One of the others said, and Mike pushed you into a corner of the room while your screaming at him, the people passing the two of you, and the door closing with a sharp slam. Leaving the two of you alone. 
“Y/N! Stop it! Fuck, calm down!” Mike yelled right back in your face and you wrench your arm from his hold, slapping him in the face. 
“Let me go.” 
Mikes eyes snap at you, slamming you back into the wall hard enough so your head bounces off the cheap hooker motel, the one you knew he was dipping into the savings to pay for, along with the lines of powder smearing across the nightstand on each side of the bed, and god knows what else was scattered around this room. 
Mike, god he tried to make you understand, it was the only way he could work, that he could keep the thoughts straight. He loved you, so much that it was painful in its own messed up way, one that he lived for. 
Right now it felt like a steel knife was being held to his windpipe, he couldn’t breathe. The way your anger edged on hate, hate, and love was such a fine line he danced on for you. 
Sometimes you were just such a fucking bitch to him, blaming him for all the wrong in your lives. Sometimes you brought him so fucking high, it was a drug all on its own. 
High on his life for you, but drunk on his hate at the same time. 
Mike twisted you onto the bed, dropping you down, and caged you in as he straddled your, biting kisses on your lips and pining your hands above your head, growling into your mouth. “Why you always give me a hard time Woman? It was nothing, Nothing.” 
“Then why you hiding here and not in our home?” His kisses just fueling the hate simmering in your chest, even though your body pressed into him for more. Pulling his head back enough to glare down at you, still, lines of white dust were streaked across his nose, and he bared his teeth at you. 
“Cause I know you hate me for this.” 
He wasn’t lying, you did. Fuck you loved him and hated him at the same time, and it was a constant war within’ yourself. You shake your head with conviction, no no no. He caught your jaw in a hand, fingers digging into your cheeks, probably leave bruises there to. 
“I love the way you lie.” 
Then in a flurry of tugging clothes, the quick demands Mike had on you matched his passion he had discussing his case earlier. He needed you, needed to feel you clenching around him as he debated that he deserved it. Taking whatever he wanted. 
You couldn’t keep up with Mike, your body just moved where his hands pulled you apart, shoving down of your pants gave him access to your cunt, long fingers making you weak underneath him, as well as him mouth, your wrists released enough to grab onto his suspenders, dragging him back to your mouth. 
Maybe you were inhibiting him, catching that coke and whiskey taste lacing his tongue, dirty and filthy, wherever he was through the day filling you to, and his grunts plunged into you just as much as his fingering you was doing. Pulling you apart, he was always pulling you apart and leaving you in pieces. He jerked you in place, hitting against the headboard, making you cuss at him. 
“Shut up Y/N, you’re fine,” Mike said through hissing words against your neck, and your fingers scratch at his back, and grab onto his belt, pulling it, working to the front to start unbuckling it while Mike is yanking on your shirt, knocking your hands loose to lose it over your head, falling back over you to keep you scattered, unable to walk that line you followed. The one where you loved and hated him. There was a rolling of both, you loved to hate him. 
There was venom in your words you spit at him, even now as he was making you thrust on his fingers, stroking your clenching walls, your arousal slicking you ready for him to break you into the mattress, jerking his fingers from you and bringing them to his mouth, pulling away from breasts he left scattered in bites and sucked on his fingers. 
“You always taste best this way.” He groaned and you ran your hands over your face, so fucking on edge from this evening events and him, that your body was still humming to be pushed over the edge. Mike worked his belt open, opening his pants with a yank and the force snapped a suspender lose, giving him enough room now to free himself from his confines. Throbbing and angry to fuck you. 
“Mike, just fuck me already, would you?!”  He slapped at your ass and grasping it, pulling you onto him and wrapping an arm around you to keep you where he needed you. Pounding into you, just as you predicted, this time he was unhinged. Still high, still wound. What started as pain soon was a pleasure and once more you were lost to Mike. 
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, right there.” You whined to him, scrambling to match his movements, but there was no way, you just let yourself get railed over and over till you were arching under him, fingers clutching at the hair at the back of his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop Mike.” 
You two punished each other, push and pull at each other’s hair, scratch and claw at each other, bite at one another till teeth sink claiming into flesh. Screaming into his tense shoulder when he hit your sweet spot, over and over again, trying your best not to give him what he wanted. Cause that was all this was, his way of seeking that satisfying high once more, the one that the drugs couldn’t give him. 
Maybe this was your high? Fuck if you knew. 
Whatever it was destroying you. It destroyed you once more when you came for him. But damn it all to hell if it didn’t give you your own high, in this cheap hooker motel, clutching your destructive man to your body like he was the very air you breath while your eyes rolled back, and your jaw went slack, that look of triumph coming from Mike pissing you off in that second, but then he matched your expression, you both falling, falling into pleasured oblivion. 
Fuck you hated him and loved him, you thought as he smothered you, gasping into his neck as his arms circled around you, keeping you in against him. Mike knew he couldn’t loose you, you were probably the only thing keeping him alive still. Better then any upper and downer he could ever divulge in. Better then any bottle of alcohol he could consume. Better then any hooker he could fuck. 
You were it for him. All your loathing hate and passionate love were what kept him alive. As long as you come back for him, fought against him, loved him. Only you two could live so destructively together, tearing each other apart, and putting one another back together.
Light streamed through the heavy nicotine stained curtains as Mike’s phone screamed in the early morning, making him push off you where he passed out the night before and roll to the edge of the messed up bed. Running a hand through his hair, he dug into his pants pockets, half held up with a remaining suspender and yanked out his phone. 
“Shit, I’m due in court.” He started yanking clothes on, occasionally rubbing at his face in a distracted manner while you groan, and roll in the bed to see his back, head lowered against his hand to try and dispel the pain that came with the after-effects. Pulling up, you take the undone suspender and lope it over his shoulder which he grasped and reattached it to the front of his pants, and looked over his shoulder. 
“Yesterday is over Y/N, today is a different day.” Mike stated while moving to a stand, grabbing his brightly colored shirt and snapping it straight, dropping the straps from his shoulders to put the shirt on. “I will change, I promise. Last time.” 
You move to a stand to take over buttoning his shirt, his fingers shaking to much. Lack of coffee he would normally tell you. Today he didn’t even bother with that lie. So many were spewing from him already. Yours were steady, one at a time fitting them through the holds as you went up, till you reached the end and flipped his collar. 
“Whatever you say, Mike.” You glance around and pick up his tie, fitting that around his neck as well, and looping it around till it sat perfectly against his chest. He grabbed at the back of your neck and tilted your head to look up at him. “I fucking mean it this time Y/N. I’m sorry, okay.” How much truth did he have in those crystal blues? None, none at all. And that was okay. You were just as fucked up as he was cause his chaos kept you alive. Kept you coming back. 
“Okay Mike, I believe you. Go… You have court, and I will see you tonight at home.” Leaning up to place a kiss on his lips, your hands lifted to brush through his hair to fix it. “Go.” 
Grabbing the last of his things, and shoes, he was out the door, leaving you to gather whatever was left and abandon the night before behind. 
In the coming weeks, it seemed to change. His habits became bearable after withdrawals. The first time you experienced them, they scared the hell out of you. Now, now you were familiar with them. Hours to days, days to weeks, Mike woke up with you and went to sleep with you every night, he became an attentive gentle lover, and you two seemed happy. 
It was all wrong. Both of you pretending this way, a happy life. It wouldn’t last, it never did. He hated it, the way his eyes wouldn’t look at you anymore, but skating over you, your fake laugh over the dinner table at a joke he made, making him grind his teeth. Maybe just one last time? He loved you and hated you, he couldn’t ever leave you. But maybe it could be more bearable. Bring back your anger to feed off, feel something good again. He picked up his cell phone and made that call. 
“Yea, how much? That’s good, that’s fine. You be over in an hour? I will have your cash.” 
You wanted him better, healed, himself. But at this point, you didn’t know who was Mike really. You’ve always known him in all his other stages, and this one, he seemed so… fake. Even you were faking your way through the days to show him support. How wrong were you, to miss that destructive piece of shit that made you so mad you wanted to sink into nothingness. Which is what he was able to do for you too. Pulling up to your house, lost in your thoughts and feeling yourself suffocating as you went up the steps, and opening the door, there Mike was, and that pit in your stomach collapsed into the fire, trickling up your spine. Now, this… seeing him humming before you, his words running together to whomever the dealer was, his whole body rigid in excitement. 
This was the Mike you knew, had missed, loved, and hated all at once. Maybe you were just as self-destructive as him. But oh baby, were you ever ready to crash and burn with him. 
Mike swung around, and cursed, preparing for what was to come. 
How fucking much did he miss this? Since the last time. 
Both of you destroying each other in the worst of ways. 
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright, because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
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lxveshotaro · 4 years ago
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Discovery - Qian Kun
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Warnings: Sub! Kun, Dom! Reader, Masturbation, Handjob, Orgasm Denial, Fingering
Plot: Kun finds something new for him to get off on, its a bit weird at first but he grows a desire to learn more about it.
A/N: F/N means “friends name” I didn’t use it that many times but it does appear. Also this turned out like extremely different than I expected it too. To the person who requested this: if you want me to write like a part two of this where she actually doms him and doe all that other stuff then lmk and I will do that for you.
The internet is a huge place, it’s a place where you could easily find out about something you previously knew nothing about. That’s what’s been happening to Kun a lot recently. It’s currently 2:30 am and Kun was scrolling through a porn site that he’d visit a lot in an attempt to get off on something. Watching the regular porn with terrible acting never quite did it for Kun, the homemade videos didn’t quite do it either. He was frustrated by it, why did nothing excite him anymore? He would get turned on for a split second but as soon as he’d go to touch himself all of his previous feelings would disappear.
He continued scrolling through the videos when he came across a video with Japanese in the title, judging by the thumbnail, it was something really kinky. He clicked on it out of pure curiosity. The video started with a woman in a skin tight leather outfit paired with matching leather heels, she enticed the viewers with her body and facial expressions. Shortly after a man would appear in the video, he was heavily laced in all types of bondage. It was shocking, the way she manhandled the man like he was nothing, the way she spoke to him in a harsh tone. Kun stared at the video and had no words for it, that is until he realized what was happening to him.
The woman was edging the man to no end but it turned Kun on. He felt bad for the guy but he also wanted to be the guy. In no time Kun found himself sprawled out on his bed, pantsless and panting, wanting more. He had been edging and pacing himself to match with the video. The woman in the video stops her movements, Kun also stopped his. Kun’s thighs were shaking as he denied himself for the 3rd time. It was like he was in a trance, he was being so obedient to the woman in the video without her even telling him to do anything. He felt as if his body was moving on it’s own as he thrusted into his own fist rapidly. His hair stuck to his forehead as his panting turned into whimpering. He pressed his lips together tightly so he could quiet himself.
“FuckFuckFuck!” His voice was merely a whisper as he grew closer to his orgasm, “Please, oh fuck please!” Kun felt his body cringe as he realized what he was doing, that discomfort quickly left him as the woman’s hand paced faster than before. He became breathless after picking up his pace as well, he needed to cum badly. His hand felt weak as he held his phone in front of his face. He couldn’t take it anymore, he placed his phone onto the bed and got lost in the pleasure that he bestowed upon himself. With his lip caught between his teeth and his hips raised off the bed he continued to stroke himself to his climax. Unintentionally at the same time as the man in the video, his much needed orgasm came crashing down on him. A decent load spilled over his hand as he cried out a bit too loudly. His hand flew to cover his mouth as he thrusted into his fist again to ride out his orgasm.
“What did I just do?” Kun sat up in his bed and turned on the light on his bedside table. He looked at the mess he made on himself. He cleaned himself off with a confused expression and just decided to go to bed instead of thinking about what he just did.
The next few weeks were filled with Kun very suspiciously researching femdom topics. He was shy just thinking about how often he had to masturbate while thinking about the things he’s learned about. It was one of those late nights and Kun was laying in bed trying to sleep. After his unsuccessful attempts he went on his phone to do the thing that he spent most of his time doing. 
After about an hour of scrolling and searching he found an ad. It immediately caught his attention, it looked like one of those awkward “milf in your neighborhood” ads. Nonetheless, he clicked on it to check it out. The page was for finding an ideal sexual partner, you go on a date and then they decide if they like you or not. The first thing that popped up were some questions about, gender, age, height, things of that nature. After getting past them they asked about what he was looking for when it came to a sexual partner. “Ugh! What am I doing!?” Kun threw his phone down and scratched his head out of frustration. He’d become like a new person, constantly horny, wanting to use random objects in sexual ways, wanting to find someone to fuck him. He would have just gone for it if he wasn’t so embarrassed. Hearing his own moans was still incredibly embarrassing to him and it caused him to cringe every time.
A bunch of “what ifs” ran through his head over and over again, “What if I don’t really like it, what if I sound weird, what if I’m not good at it, what if-” There were many things running through his head. You had been an acquaintance of his, you guys hardly know anything about each other. When you guys see each other, which is pretty often you just greet each other and go your separate ways. You work with Kun quite often since your friend needs you for an extra hand during recording sessions and things of that nature. Kun always thought you were beautiful and sweet, someone he wouldn’t mind asking for sex. He started with the what ifs again, “What if she doesn’t even like me or the idea?” He again got frustrated and decided to try to sleep again.
Everytime your friend would record he would ask you to be there for reading over lyrics or giving a second opinion on things to make the process easier. You went into the studio and greeted your friend, “Hey, is Kun here yet?” They shook their head, “No but he sent in some lyrics the other day, I went over them but can you read over them again?” You nodded and sat down to read them. Shortly after, the sound of the door caught your attention, causing you to look behind you. Kun was walking in when you looked, “Hey Kun!” You stood up and pulled him into a hug, he was always so cute to you. He flashed you a dimple filled smile which melted your heart a bit hence you ruffling his hair around. Kun got shy about the jester and smiled and giggled to himself a little.
Ruining the moment your friend spoke, “Okay let me show you this.” He walked over to Kun and showed him the changes he made to the song and shortly after that they started recording. You had to admit, Kun is extremely talented and watching him get extremely into the zone made him all the more attractive. You watched his facial expressions as he sang the lyrics, hitting each and every note perfectly.
"Amazing! Let's only go over the last part and you'll be out of here!" Right before your friends started up the recording again his phone rang, "Oh sorry, it's my girlfriend, I gotta take this." You nodded and watched him walk out of the room. Kun shuffled out of the recording booth which caught your attention, "Are you okay?" You smiled widely at Kun, "Uh.. yeah I um.. have a question.." He immediately regretted saying anything. "What is it?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his weird behavior.
Without saying much more Kun reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money, "You don't have to if you don't want to but this money might make it easier to say yes to." His nerves were getting the best of him as he spoke at an extremely fast pace, unable to stand still. "Woah Kun, what is this for?" Your body perked up and filled with confusion. "Uh I.. shit." Kun took a deep breath and sat down where your friend was sitting previously. He put the money on the table and hid his face in his hands and sat like that for a while. 
Still extremely confused and now concerned, you reached for him and placed a hand on his back, "Kun.. ar-" The door swung open again and you and Kun looked in that direction, "My girlfriend needs me to help her with her car, I'm sorry, I have to go for a bit. I'll call when I'm headed back this way." He completely ignored the wad of cash on the table and the fact that it looked like you made Kun cry. You just sent your friend a smile and a nod and waited for him to leave again.
"Okay, what is going on? Are you okay?" He sighed heavily, "It's just.. I'm.. nevermind, you won’t say yes.” He started to stand up but you grabbed his hand, “No no, you don’t know what I’ll say, what is it?” Another sigh left his lips, “I’m not good enough for what I’m going to ask, I’ve never done it before. It’s weird anyways..” You laughed, “I know we don’t know much about each other but everything about me is weird, come on, I’m not gonna judge you.” It took him a moment to even move from the position he was in. Without looking at you he spoke, “Well.. I um.. found this.. thing..” The more he spoke, he started to realize how embarrassing the story was, but it was too late to stop talking, he cleared his throat, “So, this.. website, had some videos on it and the video topic was femdom..” You interrupted, “Wait. You were going to pay me for sex?” He nodded, “I’m sorry..”
You crossed your legs, “Hey, look at me.” He turned to you slowly and saw your unreadable expression, “On your knees in front of me.” Kun looked confused, “Wha-” You interrupted again, “I said, get on your knees in front of me.” He was quick to obey you. Having learned from the videos he saw he got on his knees and held his head down in case you didn't want him to look at you. “Why didn’t you just get closer with me so that we could have sex? Why did you decide to pay me?” His voice was a mumble, he was ashamed of himself, “I did it because..” You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his face so he was looking up at you, “Continue.” He hesitated for a moment but looked beside you instead of at you, “I assumed you wouldn’t even want to have regular sex with me.. so I just-” You pulled his face to the side so that he would look at you again, “You love to assume things don’t you?” He nodded slowly.
“Come here.” He stood up and you pulled down his sweats. His boner sprung free, Kun’s hands wandered aimlessly before landing on your shoulders. One of your hands went on his hip and pulled him forward, “Sit.” He lowered himself onto your lap and looked down at your hand that was wrapped around him. “Good boy.” You started stroking his full length slowly. Kun’s thighs were so nice, the way they tensed when something felt good, the way his skin was extremely soft, it made him even more attractive. “C- can I kiss you?” You nodded, Kun’s lips were soft and his kiss was shy.
The strokes continued to be slow as you focused on kissing him. He started unintentionally thrusting into your fist which made you stop your movements. He pulled away from the kiss slightly, “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “It’s okay.” His lips were swollen and red from the deep and messy kiss that you shared. Kun bit his lip as you sped up your strokes. He looked so beautiful with his hair stuck to his forehead as he struggled to hold himself up. "You're so beautiful you know that?" He made a twisted and unsure expression, "It's true Kun." He shuddered at the reassurance.
Your strokes were fast and your phone suddenly rang. You stopped your movements and leaned forward, stabilizing Kun with your hand, it was your friend calling. A sudden idea popped into your head, "Answer it." You handed Kun the phone, he took it but he hesitated, "Tell him I'm in the bathroom." Kun answered it and brought it up to his ear, his focus was on your hand and not on the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, it's Kun, Y/N's in the bathroom, I saw it was you so I just picked uH- up the ph-phone." Kun's face turned red from embarrassment as you ran your finger over his slit a few times. "Oh okay, so my girlfriend called me because-" By this point Kun wasn't listening, the movement of your hand completely occupied his thoughts right now. He caught his lip in between his teeth as he tried not to moan while you stroked him quickly. "Hello? Kun?" His attention was drawn back to the phone momentarily, "Yeah- s-sorry I-I'm writing.. lyrics.."
The closer he got the harder it was for him to stay quiet. You could hear your friend talking on the phone since you were very close to Kun. "I'll be up in about 5 minutes." Kun nodded and hung up the phone quickly, he didn't even bother putting it down. He moaned as you stroked his length skillfully in your hand. 
Kun held his eyes shut as he once again focused on the pleasure he was feeling. You slowed your pace as if you were stroking out his orgasm but he hadn’t cum yet. He opened his eyes and stared at you with a bewildered expression. “He’ll be back soon, go on, put your pants back on.” Kun shook his head frantically, “Please! It won’t take long, I was almost there!” Now you shook your head, “No, you can’t get my clothes dirty right? Unless you want me to tell F/N about this?” Your hand went to grab his length again, “No!” He finally pulled himself off of your lap. He struggled to get his pants over his aching boner and sitting down was a whole other debacle. 
“Y-you’re not gonna leave me like this right?” You just grabbed your phone and scrolled through social media again. “Please Y/N..” He leaned over and grabbed onto your arm, he moaned quietly, probably because of movement on his crotch. Before you could say anything the door opened once again. F/N looked confused, first he was the money, then he looked at Kun’s grip on your hand, “Uh-” Kun frantically let go of your arm and then sloppily collected the money. He was clumsy, normally he didn’t even slip up on his words but sexual frustration really proves its existence. You smiled at F/N, “Come on, let’s finish recording that last part.”
Watching Kun struggle on the monitor was the best part of this whole thing. The way he fiddled around but tensed up when he moved his legs too much was satisfying to you. He sounded so breathless and he was extremely distracted the whole time. You on the other hand just had a smug grin on your face the entire time. Your friend felt the weird tension in the air but he couldn’t quite tell what it was but it was a bit weird.
“Kun, are you alright?” F/N looked in Kun’s direction as he walked out of the recording room. You were right behind him so he couldn’t see you. A smile was plastered on your face as Kun came up with some excuse for why he was acting weird. His hair was thrown everywhere since he kept running his fingers through it out of frustration. “Well, we’ve finished the recording, you should head home. You too Y/N.” You nodded, smiled and stood up to pack up your things. Kun again, frantically started to pack up his things too. 
You walked out of the room first and he came out shortly after. He ran fast enough to get in front of you, “Y/N, please..” Before you could even think of an answer Kun had dropped to his knees and grabbed your hand, “Y/N please~” You tried to lift him up, “Okay, do you want it that badly? You can come to my place, just stand up please.” Once you got him up you were able to get situated and into the car. The ride was filled with Kun’s desperate whimpers and pants as the car bounced and moved along.
It took a bit for you guys to get into the house since Kun was dragging around his little problem. "Does it hurt baby?" Kun nodded as he continued to fiddle by the front door. "Come here sweetie." You walked into your bedroom and Kun followed closely behind you. You crouched down and unbuttoned Kun’s pants, when you pulled them down you were extra careful not to cause too much friction for him. You pumped him in your hand one time, Kun let out a shaky strangled moan, “Aww poor baby..” You pulled him closer to you and just held his erection in your hand, “What is it that you want me to do sweetheart?” He held your shoulders again like he did in the studio, “Fuck me please..” You tilted your head, “Have you ever even put anything in there?” He sighed and shrugged, “Don’t get fussy, I need to know this in order to make sure you’re comfortable.” He nodded, “I’m sorry.. I’ve tried to do things down there but I always stop myself..” You nodded.
You patted the bed and stood up to grab some lube from your stash. You walked back over to the bed and pushed him down slightly, “Should I teach you how to do it?” He nodded slightly and moved himself further onto the bed. “First, spread your legs so you have enough access to yourself.” He was shy about it but he did it anyways, “Here.” You leaned forward to squeeze lube onto his hand but he pulled it away, “Can you do it? Please?”
You nodded and squeezed the lube onto two of your fingers. Kun held his legs open for you like the good boy he is. You climbed onto the bed and rubbed lube onto his anus, “Are you ready?” He nodded desperately. You were laying on your stomach so you had access to both of your hands. One of them pressed slightly on his anus while your other one grabbed onto his cock. 
You first started pumping his sensitive cock in your hand, he hissed at the feeling. Making sure to pace your hand so he wouldn't cum you moved slowly at some times and faster at another. You continued to press against his entrance until your finger slipped in. He inhaled sharply as he wasn't expecting that to happen. You slowly moved one finger in and out of him, slightly stretching him in the process. 
You noticed all the times that he'd hear himself moan and get uncomfortable by it, "Kun." He let out a strangled moan as a response, "You sound beautiful." He blushed at the compliment that was random to him, "You look beautiful too." He couldn't give you an answer but you knew he heard you. By now you had completely stopped all movements on his dick and was just focusing on fingering him. 
As soon as you slipped in a second finger Kun's body was shaking, he was able to hold off his orgasm since he wanted to feel this more. You sped up your strokes, the shaky moan that Kun tried to fight back showed you just how close he was. Kun's hips started to roll as he felt the knot in his stomach build up even more. He couldn't hold it anymore and his cum shot upwards and landed on his stomach. His back arched as you continued to finger and stroke him through his orgasm. You smiled at the needy boy as he cried out from the pleasure. 
"Thank you Y/N." His voice was weak but meaningful, "Why are you thanking me?" You got up to get some tissues, "Because you didn't think I was weird or anything." You laughed, "I do think you're weird, but so am I." He laughed along with you, "Maybe next time we can do something more." He looked at you with curious eyes, "But for now, let's go take a bath." Kun could feel his heart melt, he loved being taken care of like this.
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peterspideyy · 4 years ago
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the words i never said | 1
part two
summary - tom has to leave for an interview, even though he’s late. he doesn’t say a proper goodbye to you. will he later regret it?
warnings - fluff, angst, blood
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the light from your window seeped into the room, as you admired your boyfriend sleeping peacefully by you. you only woke up a couple of minutes ago, but the feeling of tom’s hand wrapped around your waist and how the morning light perfectly highlighted his features, made you stay in the comfort of your bed. tom stirred slightly, making you panic and close your eyes quickly, to pretend you have been asleep this whole time.
“i know you’ve been starring, darling.” tom whispered, making you smile at his morning voice.
“you just look to gorgeous in the morning not too.” you replied, opening your eyes to meet tom’s. he blushed slightly, before leaning down to kiss your lips, before pulling away to kiss your forehead.
“you always look gorgeous.” tom mumbled against your skin, which caused butterflies in your stomach to flutter. even though, you and tom have been together for a while, he still finds a way to make you feel how you first felt when you saw him.
minutes passed, while you and tom started at the ceiling, as tom gently stroked your bare skin on your arm. tom leant over to check his phone, before placing in down on the table. however, soon he repeated the action in a hurry, before jumping out of bed with a groan.
“what is it tommy?” you asked, wanting him to stay in bed.
“shit, i have an interview today. my cars in 10 minutes, i need to get ready.” tom replied, running around trying to find clothes. you laughed at his actions, before lying back down on the bed.
“right my cars here,” tom spoke, once he was finished, “i’ve got to go.”
you looked up, smiling at how cute tom looked today. he was only wearing a burgendy hoodie with black jeans, but he still looked adorable. you opened your arms for him to kiss and hug you, before he left.
“sorry love, if you woke me up early, i would have time to. i’ve got to go, bye.” tom shrugged, before leaving to get his car. you frowned. how was this your fault? he never told you, and if he did, it’s not your job to make sure he gets to places.
getting out of bed, you made yourself a coffee, still frowning as you thought about how tom left without saying goodbye properly. it’s silly really, but since you started dating you told each other that no matter the time or where they where going, the other person has to kiss them and tell them they love them. and tom not doing that today, made you so upset.
you tried to brush it off, as you got ready for work. wearing black leggings with a grey hoodie, with your hair loosely curled, you grabbed your phone and car keys before making your way to work. getting in your car, and starting it, you set off in the busy streets of london.
you decided that today you weren’t going to let tom’s actions ruin your day. but, his words kept on replying in your head over and over again, causing tears threatening to fall.
“stop it.” you told yourself.
your not going to cry over him. it’s stupid, that your even getting emotional over this. you know tom loves you. your thoughts got so much, that the road in front of you became watery at the amount of tears falling down your face.
you were so caught up in trying to calm yourself, that you never saw a lorry come the opposite way, towards you.
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“so, tom, how’s it like filming your new film ‘uncharted’?” the interviewer asked, after looking at the price of paper.
tom nodded, “it’s really good. as an actor, it’s really broadening my skills to a variety of genre’s, and working with the joe and anthony again, helps.”
tom looked behind the camera, to see harrison on the phone. he looked stressed. anxious, even. harrison ended the call, before meeting tom’s. he knew something has happened.
“sorry, can i speak to harrison for a second?” tom asked the interviewer, before getting up, not waiting for an answer. tom walked over, and the closer he got to his mate, the more nervous he became.
“harrison-“
“tom, can we speak, privately?” harrison mumbled, as his hands started to shake. tom nodded, before they went into a room opposite the hall. harrison closed the door behind him, as tom waited for him to tell him what’s happening.
“i don’t want you to panic, okay?”
tom nodded, already beginning to panic at his words.
“it’s y/n, she’s had a crash.”
as those words sunk into tom, he couldn’t hear what else harrison was saying. his breathing quickened, and his stomach started to do flips as he felt his heart clench at his words.
“w-what? is she okay?”
“i’m not sure. she’s at the hospital now though.”
before harrison could even continue, tom grabbed his coat and left to the hospital, with harrison following behind. he didn’t let tom drive though, as tom couldn’t feel his legs. the drive to the hospital, was silent. the only thing was the road outside, as well as tom’s heartbroken sobs.
“stop. don’t think of the worst possible situation.” harrison told tom sternly, not looking away from the road.
“i-i never told her i loved her this morning. i was so late. i didn’t even hug or kiss her goodbye. oh my god.” tom replied, letting in sink in as the last words he could of said to you was ‘if you woke me up early, i would have time to. i’ve got to go, bye.’ tom couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
arriving in the hospital within minutes, tom and harrison ran into the entrance before heading to the main reception.
“hello, how may i help-“
“y/n l/n, is she here?” tom replied quickly, unable to speak properly.
the women noticed the panic, before typing on her computer.
“yes, she’s just had surgery. she’s in the healing room at the moment. but, only family can see her. what is your relation to her?”
“i-i’m her fiancé.” tom lied.
“okay, she’s on the 3rd floor room 110.” she smiled. tom walked away quickly, while harrison said thank you to the women.
the two men ran up the stairs, not bothering to get an elevator as the hospital was busy today. eventually, ending up at the third floor, tom asked the reception which direction was your room, before the man pointed down the hall to the left. tom breathed out a thank you, before running to the left, until he got to your room.
there was a nurse in there, probably checking your vitals. tubes were sticking out of your throat, as your neck had a bandage round it. there was a few cuts on your arms, but they weren’t that deep. tom could hardly see you, at the amount of tears in his eyes.
“i-is she okay?” tom croaked, to the nurse. she looked at him before nodding.
“she’s very lucky. she had some damage to her brain, but we luckily caught it in time. she’s going to be okay. we just have to wait for her to wake up.”
tom smiled, hopefulness rushing over him, as he stepped towards your bed. he crouched down, taking your hand in his as he kissed your knuckle, still sobbing at the mere thought of loosing you.
“i’ll leave you alone.” the nurse spoke, before tom heard her footsteps go further and further away. he never looked away from you once.
“y/n,” he whispered, “i’m sorry for not saying goodbye properly. if you can hear me, just know that i-i love you so much. god, when harrison told me, i was so fucking scared. please. wake up, darling.”
tom begged, stroking your cheek, before leaning in to kiss your lips, mumbling ‘i love you’ over and over again.
suddenly, the monitors started beeping. tom looked up, eyes wide as nursers came running in. it all happened so fast. her steady heart beat, started decreasing. nursers were telling tom to leave, but he couldn’t move. they were charging electricity through your body. tom couldn’t breath, as he watched the nursers trying to save you. he didn’t move, until he felt strong hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. he shouted, begging to go back into the room, but the person was strong, bringing him further and further away from you. he tried to escape there grasp, but he couldn’t.
“it’s for your own good, tom.” harrison spoke, above tom’s shouts.
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hours passed. tom and harrison were in the waiting room. waiting. apparently, you had to go into surgery again, as there was a problem with your heart. harrison sat, taking sips of tea every so often, as he watched carefully at tom pacing back and forth around the room. he was mumbling stuff to himself, probably wishing that you were going to be okay. tom couldn’t stop crying, since he found out.
“mate. sit down.”
tom looked at harrison, eyes bloodshot and hair a mess, as he walked over to sit on the chair next to him. his leg bounced up and down, as his palms started to sweat.
“have you told her mum?” harrison asked.
shit. tom’s eyes went wide. he hasn’t. he shook his head, before getting his phone out of his back pocket. searching for your mum’s number, he clicked on it, waiting to tell your mum to worst news she’s ever going to hear.
“oh, tom, hi. how’s filming?” you mum asked, in her normally cheery voice. tom’s lip started to quiver, but felt harrison’s hand on his shoulder, to remind him that he isn’t alone.
“oh my god, hi, filming is good. but, i-it’s y/n.”
“y/n? is she okay?”
“i-“ before tom could answer, he broke down, crying into his hand as he heard your mum asking him what’s wrong.
“i-i don’t know. she’s had a c-crash. a bad one. a-and she’s in surgery right now. o-oh my god.”
“m-my y/n.” your mum whispered, before he heard your mum cry too. tom’s heart clenched, at the sound of her sobs on the phone.
“i’m so sorry.” tom spoke.
“oh tom. i-it’s okay. keep me updated, will you?” she asked.
tom nodded, before remembering how she can’t see him, “yes. i promise.”
“thank you.”
“bye.” tom said, before ending the call.
tom breathed out, feeling a massive weight on his shoulders go. but, soon he felt in come back on, when he saw surgeons. your surgeons, walking towards them. he stood up, as did harrison.
“are you y/n l/n’s fiancé?”
tom nodded, waiting for her to continue.
“would you like to sit down?”
tom’s heart dropped. he’s watched hospital dramas, and after surgery that’s what all doctors say, if the person has...gone. tom sat down, already crying, waiting to hear the bad news.
“she’s okay.” the doctor smiled.
tom breathed out, before leaning back in his chair, whispering a thank you.
“but, she’s in a coma.”
tom shot up. a coma?
“do you know when she’ll wake up?”
the doctor shook her head, “i can’t give an exact date. it’s unknown.”
tom nodded, “c-can i see her?”
“yes, follow me.”
tom followed the doctor, before arriving at your room. you looked worse than what you did. there was more tubes, sticking into different parts of your skin. tom’s breath hitched at the view.
“i’ll leave you.” the doctor smiled, before leaving.
“y/n?,” tom whispered, crouching down next to you like what he did before, “if you can hear me, i love you.”
tom cried into your hands. he hated this. so much.
but, unknown to tom, you could hear him. you could feel him. but, you couldn’t move. or speak. you wanted to wrap him in your arms, and kiss him on his head. but, you couldn’t. so you had to sit there, listening to your boyfriends sobs.
“i love you too.” you thought, desperately trying to tell tom.
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a/n- thanks for reading! if you want me to make a part two, let me know!
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shittylongcatposts · 4 years ago
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Jumin week Day 1  @juminweek2019
Prompt: Happy birthday
The year 2020 had been a stressful year for Jumin Han, the heir of C&R, even though most of the employees were able to work from home during the pandemie, he couldn’t. 
There always was a document that needed his approval and to be honest, with Elizabeth the 3rd and you at home, he couldn’t really concentrate on the work he had to do. So he drove to the office most of the time. 
Jumin was glad he was able to still meet up with important business partners, under special circumstances of course and honestly looked forward to a trip in early october. 
But there was one tiny thing he completely forgot about. His birthday.
When he came home the other day to tell you that there was a business trip to the south east scheduled around the 5th of october he saw the disappointment in your eyes. 
For him his birthday was just a day like no other, but for you it seemed especially important. 
One night you even confessed to him that you planned out a surprise party for him on the  5th together with the whole RFA. 
He apologized sincerely, pulling you closer to him, kissing you on the top of your head. 
 “I’m really really sorry MC, don’t be upset, but I totally forgot about it, if it weren’t such an important meeting I would reschedule but we both don’t really have much time and we need to come to closure before the end of the year. Why don’t we invite them all over on the weekend? Everybody should have some free time then?” he said, still hugging you.
You breathed in and swallowed down your sadness and pouted. 
“You know exactly that I could never be upset with you for longer than a day, it’s still sad that you forgot your own birthday, Jumin… but I’ll  speak with the rest of the RFA tomorrow then.”
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You looked on your watch and gasped, it was almost boarding time, Seven sat next to you, yawning. He stretched himself and stood up from the bank you two sat on. 
“Come on Mc, It’s nearly time! Soon you will be in the arms of your loevly charming prince Juju~”, he grinned while picking your bag up from the ground and guided you to the gate.
“Hey Seven, take good care of Elizabeth the 3rd, will ya?” You said and hugged him quickly before rushing through the gate. You waved a last goodbye and smiled at ginger. 
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Half past 8 and there still was no end in sight. The dark haired man sighed and combed through his black locks with one hand. His opponent leaned back and stretched himself to relieve the tension a little bit. 
“Maybe we should call it a day Mr. Han. We still have enough time to discuss this tomorrow.”, the CEO of SAUDIC sounded exhausted. 
Another sigh escaped from both men this time. They nodded in agreement and gathered the paper sheets together to stack them up carefully. Jumin rose from his seat to walk over to the door and held it open for the other man. “What are you going to do tonight, young man?” 
The young man chuckled and looked to the ground, trying to hide the flush of pink on his cheeks.
“Oh, nothing special, I’ll order a nourishing meal and give my fiancée a call.”
“That sounds like a nice evening to me.” The CEO walked past him quickly, then he paused for a moment and turned around again. A big smile on his face.
“Wait! Did you just say fiancée? The Jumin Han is getting married?”
Jumin looked up and nodded again, there was a special glow in his eyes. And he looked very proud at that moment.
“Yes, we are planning on getting married next year.”
“Congratulations then, and have a nice evening.”
“Thank you.”
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When he arrived at the hotel door the young heir smoothly let the card run over the reader and pushed lightly against the door. It opened with a click. 
Jumin slipped through the door and hung up his jacket. In the corner of his eye he saw a pair of shoes standing next to his second pair. Did they stand there before?
While taking his own shoes off he heard the sound of familiar steps. 
“Hello~”
The young man's head shot up, his onyx eyes meeting yours instantly. 
He didn’t say a word but closed the distance quickly. With one arm around your waist and the other grabbing your wrist, Jumin pinned you against the wall. His soft lips crashed onto yours. Touching every part of your lips. Savouring every second of it. The mixture of the coldness behind you and Jumins body heat made you shiver and you felt Jumin chuckle and let go of you. 
Finally your lips parted again, giving you both the chance to catch your breath. 
“Why, hello there birthday boy~” you gasped and let your hand run over his chest. 
“Mc, what are you doing here?” the young man asked, his voice was still a little bit raspy. 
His dark eyes rested on your features, taking in the bright shade of pink and the beautiful smile playing on your lips. He felt like his heart was about to burst. But still he wondered what you were doing here.
With his head tilted and curiosity in his eyes he smirked, waiting for your answer. 
“I came to surprise you, silly. No one should spend their birthday without their loved ones.” you lightly patted his shoulder.
“Oh I see, but… Where’s Elizabeth the 3rd then?”, he asked with a devilish grin on his face and looked around as if he was trying to find her.
“HEY!”, this time you playfully smacked his bump. The both of you laughed together, it was wonderful to see him being in such an amazing mood again, since he was mostly stressed out and working late. 
His baritone voice pulled you out of your mind. 
“But seriously, where’s Elizabeth?” he asked again. 
“Seven and Yoosung have a sleepover at our house, they’re watching her.” You said waiting for his reaction. 
“Hmm, I think I have to make a phone call, give me a moment please.” With that the young man grabbed his phone and walked over to the bed room, seeing the rest of her surprise, Elizabeth the 3rd resting on the bed. When he saw her, he hung up the phone immediately. Then he felt your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. 
“How do I deserve you, my love? I am so glad to have you in my life. You’re the best present god could have given me, my angel.”
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violetsdicaprio · 5 years ago
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Romeo and Juliet
-Part 3
Previous parts: 1  2
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Pairings: Sister! reader x Peaky Blinders
Warnings: Any themes mentioned in Peaky Blinders.
Tag list: @jenepleurepasbaby​ @imnotuglyimjustpredebut @soleil-dor​ @pachuh​ @shadow-of-wonder
A/N: Here we go again. What’s that? Isla has posted a 3rd part, we love consistency.
PULLING HERSELF AWAY, the girl paused relying her last word in her head. Her family? She hardly knew who they are. Of course she would never forgive herself if anything happened to them but whenever her family was mentioned, she couldn’t help feeling completely numb. Initially she panicked, however, the more she thought the more numb she became...
“There’s something else...” Mattia interrupted, causing her to focus on the world around her. “Don’t come here tonight.”
Before she could question his words, it clicked. He was going to set her up because of his fathers force, although she didn’t know what was going to happen; Y/N didn’t want to find out either. 
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” Y/N quoted under her breath, before laying back throwing her hands over her face. A mused smile plagued the boys face. “Whatttt?” She groaned with a small giggle. 
“Smart. Beauty. Grace. How are you such an angel?” He teased but there was a hint of honestly in her tone, her head moved onto his lap allowing the boy to run his hand through her hair. Pretty crystals blinked up at him, as her face radiated beauty. The contours of her face glowed due to the bright sunlight that finally shone for the first time in months.
“Some men just have all the luck.” She smirked.
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Everything around the den had become deadly silent, even the inhabitants of the house next door were silent. Staring between one another, the Shelby household remained in complete silence. 
Ada hadn’t turned up, unknown to the whole family, Y/N had turned to her only sister for help. Secrecy: sometimes it brings two people closer and that’s exactly what it did for Ada and Y/N - even though the whole family thought they hated each other and that’s how they kept it. You see Y/N had caught her and Freddie as soon as the boys were back from war. Ada was happy, so she helped her sneak around and Ada returned the favour, especially housing the girl when she visited London. 
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock went on, minutes slipping past with no a single word utter. Finally, at dusk, the door clicked and all eyes shot to the kitchen door but no one entered, only the light tiptoeing of someone upstairs. Soon there was no noise. As the woman with the dark brown hair arose, the men looked around almost nervously. Now there was only three in the room.
With a loud crash, the men were alerted until the thumping of a bag on the stairs could be heard. “There you go. Happy?” The voice of Y/N rang through the hallway, as she answered back to whatever spat the two were in. John came bursting through the door, maybe even to apologise to his younger sister but he just stopped at the girls appearance. Haunted eyes lingered on her aunt and in that moment Polly wanted to take everything back, realising she was the one creating the damage instead of saving the girl from it.  
“Don’t shut us out, Y/N.” Pol spoke causing the girl to scoff with a laugh as her eyes flashed between them all.
“You all did that to me, long ago.” Y/N spoke bluntly, each of her words dripped with venom. The guilt that washed across all of their faces just proved her point. “Was it on purpose?” Yet no one replied, she knew her answer. Like a knife to her heart, she was done. Opening the door, she pulled the bag and slammed the door even though her name was called.
“Y/N, Y/N.” John called, rushing down the street to his younger sister. 
“What now? Coming to exile me from Small Heath?” She spoke, folding her arms. 
“Tommy’s planned somethin’. It ain’t safe to be a Shelby in London or ‘ere.” John scanned her face as her eyes grew in shock. “You’re our little sister-”
“No. You and Tommy have both said that! But less than a minute ago, you proved it doesn’t mean anything.” She expressed, biting her tongue to stop herself. 
“To protect you.” 
“Yeah. Where has that gotten us?” Y/N asked rhetorically. “I came back to warn you all, Sabini’s men will be at the cut tonight.” She added but by the look on John’s face he knew something. “John.” She demanded sternly, a pleading look in her eye. Lighting his cigarette, he puffed on it quickly. “John!”
Snapping his head towards, he gulped.
“The Blinders’ll be there too.”
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nights-legacy · 5 years ago
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Nothing is Trivial-Raph
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Most would think Raph would not be the one who was into romantics, lovey-dovey stuff. And most people would be right. That is until he met Y/N. She was able to bring out the softer side in him. He could be the big, cuddly teddy bear that Mikey jokingly called him. At first though, it bothers him when the guys would use it as an excuse to tease him. So he would put up his normal tough guy front, even with her. That was until he noticed how she reacted to it.
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The lair was quite for once. Leo was quietly talking with Master Splinter, Donnie probably had passed out in his lab, and Mikey was out skating through the tunnels. Raph was sitting in the main room with Y/N watching something random on the TV.  They were cuddled up with Y/N laying over Raph’s lap.
“That’s so stupid. No one would even think about doing that if they had any type of stealth. It would not work at all.” Raph complained about the B class spy movie that they were watching. Y/N giggled furiously at his words.
“I don’t think they were really going for accuracy baby.” Y/N turned over and looked up at him. “Especially in a movie that focuses more on the boobs, pretty faces, and sex then the true facts about stealth and morals.”
“You got that right.”  Raph grumbles before looking down at his girlfriend. “But that sells more right? Have to have the pretty faces.” He ran his finger tip down the side of her face. She blushed almost as red as his mask. “Aww babe, you’re blushin’. Did I do that?” Raph asked, feigning innocence.
“That trick doesn’t work any better for you than it does for Mikey.” She turned to look away shy, blushing more.
“Oh really. How about this?” He started tickling her sides. She burst out laughing trying to get away from the torture. Raph held on tight with one arm around her waist while the other hand dug into her sides. After a while the tickling, Raph stopped and pulled her back to his chest.
“Not cool Raph, not cool.” Y/N’s breathing was labored as she tried to catch it. He chuckled before nuzzling her neck. She sat there in-between his legs and his arms around her waist tight giggling as his breath fanned over her neck. She snuggled back into him, closing her eyes in content.
“Aww look at that. Raphie is being all cuddly-wuddly.” The two jumped and turned to see Mikey looking at them with a cute smile.
“Oh, I didn’t know that was possible.” Leo commented upon entering the room. Raph tensed while Y/N looked to him. “Maybe the tough turtle is nothing but a soft teddy bear after all.” Leo came over and loomed over them. Raph growled and Y/N could feel it through his plastron. She grew nervous that a fight between the two would ensue.
“Nothing but a total pushover, I would say.” Donnie chipped in from his computers. The three brothers started laughing. Raph let go and leant back away from Y/N but didn’t move her. She looked back at him with bewilderment. He wouldn’t meet her eyes as the others walked away. Y/N noticed the look of irritation on his face and sighed before looking back at the TV, leaning her arms on her knees.
Time Skip~Y/N’s POV
Raph has been acting strange for the past couple of days. When we’re alone, he acts somewhat normal but when we’re somewhere where he can be seen by the others, he is distant and stand-offish. I have a feeling it’s because of the things that the guys said about him being soft. I didn’t like them teasing him but I didn’t think it would affect him that bad.
“Hey baby. Do you want to watch that episode of Forged in Fire?” I called from my spot on the couch. The rest of the guys went out with Splinter for some strength training. Being the strongest of the 4 and constantly weight training on his own, Raph was excused.
“Yes! They’re making Templar swords.” He called from the kitchen.
“Who would figure a ninja would be excited about the making of a knight’s weapon.” I joked. He came in giving me a playful glare.
“Shut up.” He sat down next to me. I snuggled into his side and clicked play on the remote. We were about halfway through the episode when we heard the sounds of the guys returning. I smiled and glanced in that direction.
“Hi guys.”
“Hi Y/N. Hey Raph!” Mikey yelled. As I turned back, I felt Raph move away from me a bit, removing his arm from around me. I looked at him but his eyes remained locked on the TV. I furrowed my eyebrows but said nothing. After a few minutes, I leant my head on his bicep. He didn’t move but tensed. The episode was just about done when Leo joined us and in response, Raph moved away again, sitting on the floor in front of the couch.
“Raph, are you okay?” I asked. I saw Leo look at us and I guess Raph did too. He glanced at Leo before looking at me.
“Yeah never better.” He said before turning to the TV again. I glanced between him and Leo. I thought about it and I realized he’s pulled away from me a lot in front of his brothers lately. Did he take what they said to heart about being soft? Did he think I made him soft? Was I to clingy for his taste? Was he…ashamed of being with me? “Babe? Babe?”
“Huh?” I shook my head. Raph was looking at me. I looked and realized the episode was over. “Oh. Sorry. Spaced out.” I rubbed my arm and looked away. I got out my phone and looked at the time. It wasn’t too late but I thought I would leave Raph alone. “I better get home.”
“Really?” Raph asked with a sad face. I nodded and got up. “It’s only 6. Normally you go home around 9.”
“Yeah. I remembered I said I would help my dad with his camera and developing. And I’m already tired. Better go help before I crash for the day.” I lied. I smiled and went to walk towards the exit. Raph followed. I turned at the top and looked at him. “See you late Raph.” I leant forward and kissed him.
“Are you okay? You seem down.” He asked while placing his hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “I just thought I would give you your space.” I turned and walked out.
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I watched as she walked away, dumbfounded. Give me my space? What was that supposed to mean? I slowly walked away from the entrance to the lair. I went back and sat on the couch. I sat there in my own thoughts, wondering what happened when Leo spoke up.
“Everything alright, Raph?” I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I looked at him to see him reading a book. He glanced up from his book. I
“Was Y/N acting weird?” I asked him. He thought about it.
“Maybe. But you weren’t acting any better before.” He said. I gave an annoyed, confused look.
“What do you mean?” I said roughly.
“I mean you completely pulled away from her with no explanation. Actually, if you think about it, you’ve been doing that for the past week.” He said a matter-of-factly before getting up and walking toward the dojo. I watched him in surprise.
“What?” I thought back to the past week. I mean I did keep a little distance but I was just was tired of the guys teasing. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. Y/N’s face before she left popped into my mind. It wasn’t one of tiredness but one of hurt. “I’m an idiot.”
“I normally would not use such a term but yes.” I jumped and turned to see Master Splinter.
“Sensei.”
“I was waiting until you realized for yourself what you were doing. It has hurt Y/N very much what you were doing Raphael. Just because you show affection for the one you love doesn’t make you soft. It makes you stronger. It shows you are not afraid of love or afraid of showing it. It may seem trivial what you have done but it is not.” He told me. I looked down, ashamed. “You can’t let this continue Raphael. You must fix this. And remember never be afraid of showing your affection for your love or you might lose her forever. Now go and remember, nothing is trivial when it comes to you and Y/N.”
“Thank you Master Splinter.” I said before running off.
“Woah where you going dude?” Mikey asked as I ran by him, Donnie, and Leo.
“To go see Y/N. Don’t wait up!”
“Wait, Raph! We have patrol!” Leo yelled after. I stopped and went to say something but Sensei did instead.
“He is excused for tonight.” Leo looked like he was going to argue. “He has his own mission to fulfill tonight.”
“See ya!” I yelled.
Y/N’s POV
I sighed as I laid on my stomach in bed. I couldn’t keep my head straight, thinking that Raph was pulling away from me completely. I rolled over and threw my arm over my eyes.
“This is really helping your dad.” I jumped and screamed before calming realizing it was Raph’s voice. I caught my breath as I sat up.
“Raph. You scared the shit out of me.” He gave me a sheepish smile.
“Sorry babe. It wasn’t my intention.” He came in and knelt in front of the bed. I turned and sat cross legged in front of him. I looked down and played with the hem of my shirt. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just tired of the teasin’ from my brothers. You know I’m not the smartest when it comes to reacting. I never thought far enough ahead to think about how you would react. I’m sorry.” He dropped his head in shame.
“Oh Raph.” I smiled. I reached out and lifted his head. “I understand. It did hurt and I didn’t act much better. I should have pulled you aside and asked what was going on. You did what you would normally doing in a situation you didn’t like, you put a front. If you want we can cut down on the PDA in front of your brothers.”
“No! I mean, no. Yes I put up a front but I shouldn’t do that with you. I should be honest with you, not pull away. This will not happen again. I’m not afraid to show my love for you even if it makes my brother tease me about being soft. I don’t care what they think. Our relationship is between us and our opinions are the only ones that matter. Nothing is trivial when it comes to you.”
3rd POV
The next day Y/N was back in the lair like normal with Raph. This time though, unlike the past week, they were cuddling. Even when the guys came into the room with pizza. They came in in a loud and wild rush, well mostly Mikey. As soon as they came in they saw Raph and Y/N on the couch.
“Ohhhh. Our big teddy bear is at it again.” Mikey cooed. Raph glanced over before turning his attention back to Y/N. “Aww.”
“Does the teddy bear want some nommy wummies?” Donnie joked. Leo laughed but didn’t say anything to the affect. He was the only person to witness Raph’s and Master Splinter’s conversation yesterday.
“Say what you want. I don’t care. All that matters is right here with me.” Raph looked down at Y/N who smiled big before cuddling into his plastron.
“As it should be.” Leo said as he walked over with two plates. He handed them to Raph who gave him a smirk and fist bump.
“Yeah. Totally.” Raph said handing the love of his life her plate. She took and pecked his nose ridge. He smiled his classic smile before catching her lips in a passionate kiss.
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localkatshelter · 4 years ago
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Okame’s Underbelly: Humiliation |3rd|
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(ShinsoxOC) 
Katsumi’s POV (localvillageidiot#0870) and Shinso’s POV (hecker#8339)
Warning: Contains alcohol consumption, heartbreak, suicidal ideation, emotional manipulation/quirk use
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| “I feel like she just wants me to disappear...” he said from underneath his arm. “Maybe I’ll give her what she wants.”
He mumbled the last bit to himself, probably not intending for me to hear it, but I did. I felt his sadness morph into something more morbid. Oh shit, he’s taking this really hard. Before I realized what I was doing, a question had already escaped my lips.
“Do you really think that?”
“I don't know...”
I activated my quirk immediately after he responded. |
Beautiful Artwork By: Casentine
1st Chapter - Anticipation 
(Katsumi's POV)
I tapped him on the shoulder. Edgelord grunted, looking over at me through hooded eyes. The physical contact sent a jolt through me as my quirk processed the whirlwind of emotions that were coming from him.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine…” His voice was strained, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true.
As soon as he opened his mouth, I could smell the soju. Oh he’s drunk drunk. I tilted my head to the side in an effort to look him in the eye.
“You sure? You don't seem fine to me.” And my quirk is screaming that you're in pain right now. I’d always hated how I couldn't leave someone once I felt that they were hurting, even when it was a total stranger and none of my business.
He chuckled sourly. “Is that so? Then maybe you’re right…” he slurred, smiling half-heartedly.
“So,” I paused, glancing down towards his feet. There were four bottles of soju on the ground, two totally empty and a third about halfway finished. “What’s the matter?”
“The person that cheated on me took it upon themself and decided we weren’t worth fighting for anymore.” He stated bluntly. He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye. “Isn’t that crazy?” he asked, laughing bitterly.
“Oh wow, I’m sorry.”
He laughed again and shrugged. “They’re probably fucking as we speak.” he said casually and took another swig of his soju and placed the fourth next to him preemptively.
I could feel his heart crack a little further with every word. I couldn’t help but reach out and rest my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. I felt his entire body flinch and tense at my touch. There was a short silence before I heard him speak in a soft, broken tone.
“F-fuck...” His hands gripped the bottle of soju tightly, squeezing until his knuckles turned white.
I could feel him struggling not to cry. His anger and pain began to tug at my chest as the desire to take it all away crept up on me. I unconsciously began to rub the back of his shoulder. I could feel him break beneath my hand. He started to cry, letting out short sobbing breaths. He tried to hide his face in the crook of his elbow.
“I fucking hate this crying bullshit…” he choked out while he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve clumsily.
“There’s nothing wrong with crying. Keeping it in ends up hurting you more in the long run.”
He nodded reluctantly, his head still buried in his arm. I kept rubbing small circles on his shoulder as he regained an even breath.
“I feel like she just wants me to disappear...” he said from underneath his arm. “Maybe I’ll give her what she wants.”
He mumbled the last bit to himself, probably not intending for me to hear it, but I did. I felt his sadness morph into something more morbid. Oh shit, he’s taking this really hard. Before I realized what I was doing, a question had already escaped my lips.
“Do you really think that?”
“I don't know...”
I activated my quirk immediately after he responded, pulling at his emotions lightly to make him feel a bit more open towards me. He’s so drunk, manipulating his emotions is too easy. It’s like taking candy from a baby.
“She let me go so easily...” he said softly.
I continued to pull the self-destructiveness from him little by little until I had absorbed it all, leaving him with a duller version of the anguish that had been there before. Once I let go of my hold on him, he seemed to get more of a grip on himself. He straightened up a bit and I removed my hand from his shoulder. I watched him begin to fidget uncomfortably with his soju bottle, now almost empty. He started to eye the last bottle.
“You know, I’m not feeling too great myself either.” I said while casually reached around him to grab the unopened bottle next to him. “Okame not performing anymore kind of bummed me out. I basically only ever came to The Squeaky Wheelhouse to listen to their pieces. Now I don’t know what I’m going to do on Friday nights... Wow, that sounds so lame out loud.”
I laughed at myself, trying to lighten the mood a bit and put him at ease. I could feel his anxiety and embarrassment, likely because he cried in front of me, a perfect stranger. It’s no big deal and totally not his fault. If it’s anyone’s, it’s mine, but he doesn’t need to know that. He seemed to contemplate my dilemma for a moment.
“Fuck that guy.” he concluded with a hiccup.
“Cheers to that.” I laughed a bit as I opened the stolen soju bottle and raised it to him. Our bottles touched and we both took a long swig.
“My name’s Katsumi by the way.”
“Shinso, glad you stumbled upon my sorry ass.” He held his hand out.
I shook his hand, taking note of his firm grip and the roughness that I had admired earlier.
“Speaking of stumbling on you, what are you doing out here anyway?”
“I’ve been waiting for a bus home but it’s been taking fucking forever.”
The bus? I took out my phone to check the time.
“Um... it’s almost 1 a.m. The last bus came, like, an hour ago.”
“No way,” He started to laugh. “I’m an idiot, holy shit”
“Can I call you a cab?”
“No, my parents cannot see me like this.” he said in a lighthearted tone.
“Well you definitely can't stay here...” I trailed off. Am I really about to offer to take a complete stranger back to my apartment? I mean, he seems trustworthy and I don’t get any malicious vibes from him.... “Why don’t you come back with me? You can sleep it off and go home in the morning.”
“Are you sure? I’m just some scary man.” he joked.
“Oh yeah, that mess of lilac hair is absolutely terrifying.” I teased back, getting up.
He laughed, both shocked and amused by my retort. “You’re funny, also fuck you.”
I let out a laugh and motioned for him to get up off the bench and follow me. He tried to stand and stumbled a bit before I caught him by the arm. He steadied himself but I kept an arm behind him to be sure he wouldn’t fall over. We started to walk back to my place together making small talk and joking with each other a bit. It was surprisingly easy to get along with Shinso. We kind of just, clicked. It was actually really nice. Once we got back to my dorm apartment, I grabbed some extra blankets and a pillow to make up the couch for him.
“Just crash here.” I told him, pointing to the makeshift bed. I turned and walked over to the television. “Do you want me to turn this on for you?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Shinso was already knocked out. I smiled to myself. He looks almost cute the way he's hugging that pillow. I went into my bedroom, being sure to lock the door behind me. Sure he’s cute and nice, but he’s still a stranger....
I woke up the next morning and he was gone. The only trace he left behind were the blankets, neatly folded on the couch.
(Shinso's POV)
I didn’t remember much of last night and I didn’t really want to. I just remember me feeling like shit, drinking my heart out, and making a fool out of myself in front of a stranger. I remember them being super nice but even so, I dipped out of their apartment as soon as my aching brain drifted into consciousness again. I had to use my phone to see where the hell I was, but once I did, I googled the nearest convenience store. I kept swallowing hard, trying to keep the nausea at bay. I felt so much like death that I debated drinking again to feel better. But I reluctantly decided against it and instead did the right thing, which was to chug water, eat something light, and suffer a bit. On the bus home, I tried to stop my mind from wandering towards what had happened last night. I can’t say I was successful. In conclusion, this whole heartbreak thing was not going to be easy.
The rest of the summer went by in a pitiful blur, in result the next semester seemed to approach very quickly.
I shoved the remainder of my belongings into my shitty little car before settling into the front seat for my brief drive to campus. I typically only brought the essentials so one trip sufficed. It probably seemed unnecessary to live on campus when I’m not that far from it, but living on my own was essential for my general sanity. Also, I much preferred living with my close friend Denki. He shed a light on my abyssal self. It was a pleasant contrast, even though I’d never openly admit it to him. It was an inside joke at this point for me to pretend that I was indifferent about his company. It had been that way since the beginning.
When I pulled up, Denki was already waiting outside the dorm building with a stupid grin on his face.
“How’s my shining baby boy?” he beamed.
I shook my head, laughing at his typical ridiculous term of endearment, and put my hazards on before stepping out of the car. He ambushed me with a hug, which I stiffly returned. He pulled back and looked me over.
“You look so handsome right now, I could kiss you.”
I chuckled, playfully pushing him away.
“Help me move my shit inside, will ya?” I ordered jokingly.
“Aye aye, boss. That’s what I’m here for.”
He saluted before hulking a huge bin of my junk over his shoulder. He’s a lot stronger than he looks; I learned that the hard way when we trained together. It was a nice outlet for stress and a way to be active without being too deliberate about exercising. It was also fun to just fuck around with a friend and kick their ass...in a friendly way of course. I won’t lie, there were a few times where I left practice more sore and beat up than he was. By a few times, I mean more than half the time. However, that percentage was slowly tipping in my favor, so there’s no use in prematurely developing an inferiority complex. Well, I already sort of have one, but for a completely separate reason. I have always been told that my quirk left me vulnerable because it heavily relied on trickery, if it failed it would leave me vulnerable physically. Except they usually didn't say it that nicely. It was often intended to be condescending. I tried to not internalize the not-so constructive criticism but when you hear something over and over again…well, it starts to stick. To push back, I started combat training with Denki recreationally. He doesn't need to know the details of why I suddenly sprung the idea on him a little over a year ago.
We lugged one round of my things into our snug room, which Denki already managed to decorate with album covers. Besides his PC and collection of questionable manga, his side wasn’t that much more complex than I predicted mine to be. Messiness was a whole other subject, but as long as he kept his stuff on his side, I couldn’t give a shit. As we returned to my car, a girl in front of the entrance caught my eye. She was staring me down, looking confused. I assumed she was looking at my ridiculous gravity-defying hair like most people do and went back to grabbing more things out of my car. Before I could gather too many items, I heard a pleasant voice call out behind me.
“Hey, Edgelord.” it mocked in a friendly tone.
My brows pinched together in confusion as I turned around to follow the voice. It belonged to the petite brunette girl who was staring at me. I looked over at Denki to see if he recognized her, but he looked just as baffled as I was. Well, maybe baffled wasn’t the word. He was uncontrollably snickering at the nickname the stranger gave me. She’s bold.
“Um, hey?” was all I could come up with.
“Funny running into you here. How’ve you been?” she inquired genuinely, continuing to speak to me as if we were familiar with each other.
Huh? How’ve I been? Where do I know her from?
“Uh, I’ve been good.” I responded, now trying to mask my uncertainty as to not be rude to this person that obviously knew me from somewhere.
“Well that's good to hear. You’ve been feeling okay?” She smiled, her eyes questioning me earnestly.
I began to shift uncomfortably at the intensity of her caring nature towards me. Especially since I honestly had no idea who she was. Shit, does she know me as Okame? That doesn’t make sense because how would she know? Is she a friend of my ex? That would be so fucked if my ex really ruined my anonymity for something I care so much about. I know she’s spiteful, but I didn’t think she could be that malicious. As these questions shot at me in rapid-fire, I studied the girl before me, trying to find any sort of familiarity. Despite having a more circular face, her jawline was decently pronounced. She was of olive complexion with a light peppering of freckles concentrated on her round nose. She had dark, arched, brows which complimented and contrasted her otherwise soft features. Her eyes were upturned, embellished with a set of thick lashes. Her irises were a striking amber shade...wait that’s familiar. That detail pulled at a vague memory in me. Her head tilted with increasing puzzlement. Fuck, how long has it been since she asked the question?
“Y-Yeah, I’ve been feeling fine.” I stammered.
She giggled at my rushed response. I felt Denki’s mischievous glare on me. I glanced back at him only to catch an annoying wiggling brow.
“Oh good. So, do you need any help moving in? I got bullied into volunteering anyway, so I might as well be of some use.” She tugged on the logo of her shirt and rolled her eyes with a scoff.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the idea of a “moving in crew” uniform.
“Nice, but I think w-”
Denki poked me in the side, administering a slight zap. I clenched my jaw, muting a grunt, before throwing a deadly scowl his way.
“What my colleague means to say is that he’s super weak and could really use your help moving in.” Denki interrupted.
I closed my eyes, rolling them behind my lids, while taking a deep breath and accepting his wishes. I learned early on that once Denki made his mind up on something, you’d be wasting your time if you didn’t give in right away.
She chuckled at Denki’s commentary before gesturing to the car.
“You got it. Is this everything?” She grabbed a box and held it against her hip.
I nod in response and we head upstairs. I kept to myself for the most part, still mulling over the mystery of who this girl was. In the meantime, Denki and ? were getting along just fine, surprisingly well for just recently breaking stranger status. She found him hilarious which was concerning because I didn’t need him getting an even bigger head about it.
“Who knew Edgelord would have such cool friends. I honestly thought he was a figment of my imagination until I saw him again today. I mean, who even likes grapefruit soju?” Denki and Mystery Girl cackled in unison.
Grapefruit soju...fuck. I knew she looked familiar. She was the girl from that night where I completely lost it. After ruminating on it the day after, I never really looked back, because I assumed I’d never see her again. She’s seen me at a low point and I was not comfortable with that. Denki noticed me going still for a moment and he gave me a weird look. I took a deep breath to compose myself.
“Yeah, I think me and Denki got the rest.” I interrupted plainly.
She paused, shooting me a baffled look which morphed into annoyance before settling on a neutral expression. I pretended not to notice the myriad of emotions travelling across her face. She clearly understood the intention behind my sudden curtness. I could feel Denki’s glare on the side of my face.
“Oh, okay cool. I’ll be on my way then.” she concluded lightheartedly and turned to Denki. “It was really cool meeting you though! I’m glad we got to talk for a bit. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” She flashed him a bright smile before heading to the door.
“Hold on there, stranger! What’s your name?” Denki called out.
“Oh, right! It’s Katsumi, but you can call me Kat, everybody does.”
“Hi, Kat! I’m Denki, but you can call me anytime.” He topped off the corny line with some finger guns.
She laughed softly to herself. “Okay, you got it.”
She brushed right past me and made her way out the door, disappearing around the corner. After waiting a few seconds, Denki closed the door behind him, leaning his weight on it.
"Dude," he exhaled heavily "What the fuck was that about? You got all weird at the end."
"Did I?" I muttered dismissively while unpacking one of the bins.
"Uh, yeah" he exasperated at this apparently obvious observation. "She obviously knew you from somewhere so there has to be a story. You're a shit story-teller but I'm a whore for tea so my standards are very low."
I moved on to a new box, tuning him out.
"Hellooooo? She clearly cares about you to some extent so there's history." He emphasized the last word. "She's definitely a lot nicer than She-Monster." He casually threw in his charming nickname for my ex.
My body stiffened, and I turned away from him and began to fidget pointlessly with office supplies on my desk. Denki has known me long enough to pick up on my subtle tells no matter how hard I try to suppress them.
"Something happened." He instinctually adjusted his voice to a more solemn tone.
"Yeah…" I sighed, giving in. "I guess I accidentally left that part out about my summer."
"Sure you did." Denki rolled his eyes, already scrolling through our texts. He defeatedly threw his phone on the bed, obviously failing to find any hints as to when it happened.
"But regardless," He hopped on my bed, despite having his own. "I'm all ears." He gave me a warm smile, patting the spot next to him on the bed.
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mystic-kitten-writer · 5 years ago
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Can you drop a teaser for Flutter my sweetest dearest most awesome writer in the universe 😍 (yes Im trying to use flattery. I have no shame). But i hope all is well with you i love you tons 💜💜
A teaser you say...👀👀
I’m not above flattery - and your flattery has earned you a teaser 😂
I’m going to be releasing an update plan for my stories sometime soon - but Flutter should be dropping within the month (fingers crossed!). My computer crashed, and I lost the majority of my edits a few weeks ago (also why I’m behind on my other stories too), but I finally got an external hard drive so I’m less fearful of losing all my edits!
But I hope you like the teaser, love you, babe~! 💜
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Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
AU: Greek Mythology (mini-series - 3rd installment)
Genre: Romance/smut
Rating: SFW
Notes: A small teaser for waiting so patiently while my life is a chaotic mess.
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Flutter [M] ︳Final
           “Did you see Kitten this morning? It’s like she wanted to get ruined again.”
           “Give our sweet Princess a break – she’s only human after all…”
           “Hmm, we both know there’s not a single thing that our sweet Kitten can’t handle.”
           Your eyelashes battled innocently, cheeks reddening the more you listened. A harmonious mixture of disbelief and embarrassment painting your face.
           It was impossible to strip your gaze away from them - the way Taehyung and Jimin moved their plump lips, lustful words dancing off the tips of their tongues. The way they spoke, one would have thought they were talking about their wines, not their sexual rendezvous.
           What a way to start the day.
           “Kitten? Princess?” You spoke with a perfectly raised brow, fingers tapping on the armrest of the couch you sat upon. An easy thing, designed by the one and only, Taehyung, himself. But the newest addition of furniture was the last thing on your mind, especially knowing that Jimin and Taehyung were utterly love-struck.
           As if Eros shot them with one of his arrows.
           It wasn’t that you thought Taehyung or Jimin was incapable of loving someone; you just didn’t think they would share, let alone with a mere mortal.
           Your smooth voice reminded them of your presence, and they smirked to each other - leaning back into the couches they sat on. You could only imagine the filth coursing through those corrupt minds of theirs – was their mother really a human? They seem more like direct offspring of Aphrodite and Dionysus...
           Taehyung’s arms rested along the back of the couch, his fingers drumming as he crossed his legs, “She’s a beauty, y/n. But more importantly-”
           “She loves us, both of us.” Jimin finished, manspreading as his hands brushed through his hair, a sweet but devilish smile on his face. And just like that, you could see it; love.
           It twinkled in their eyes, and despite their shameless talks and the physical attractions, they genuinely loved her.
           Seeing them sporting the broadest smiles on their faces, in utter bliss, made your heart swell with happiness. “And to think that just a moment ago, you were cute, awkward, teenagers.” you giggled, brushing your curtain of hair behind your ears, smiling.
           You’ve seen them grow, all six of them, ever since you began a courtship with the eldest brother, Seokjin. To see them now, grown men, handsome and wise, and smitten, was the best thing that could have happened to you. Strangely, you felt like all of the brothers were your children, and it made sense since you’ve known them all from the very beginning.
           “Have the others met her? I would love to meet her.” You smiled, leaning forward with excitement, and Taehyung let his long fingers tap against the couch, “Almost everyone, except Yoongi…but, you know him…”
           You pouted, nodding knowingly.
           He had his own worries, his own love troubles, and seeing people madly in love would most likely dampen his mood even more.
           “We actually came to visit because we have a favour to ask…” Jimin beamed, his voice light as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. With a tilted head, you nodded, eager to hear what the great Gods of Wines could possibly want from just a butterfly nymph-like yourself.
           And the moment they spoke, you felt your heart stop, face dropping that stunning smile to a forced one.
           “We want to make her ours - officially. And there’s no one else we could trust with planning such an event than yourself.” Taehyung spoke, his eyes hazing over as he smiled to himself. Your breath hitched at his words, he couldn’t possibly mean what you think he does.
           “Y-you’re talking about marriage?” You muttered under your breath, and Jimin grinned.
           “Who would’ve thought we would be settling down already?” Taehyung and Jimin chuckled to themselves, nodding in unison at the thought, utterly oblivious of the sound of your involuntary giggle, hands intertwined on your lap.
           Your nails dug into your skin, bottom lip trembling as you thought about it – marriage.
           You loved Jimin and Taehyung, but not that way. You were happy that they were happy, glad that they found the one. The twisting of your stomach, the lump that built up in your throat, was caused by an entirely different meaning.
           You’ve been with Jin for God knows how long, and yet, he never did propose or make any move that would suggest he was thinking of it. And while they were plenty of happy couples in Olympus, unmarried and with no desire to do so, marriage was something the both of you expressed a desire for and valued.
           How long has it been? Five hundred, maybe even six hundred years in mortal time?
           That gut-wrenching feeling, skin-crawling - you were jealous.
           Jimin and Taehyung were ready to propose to a woman, whom they’ve known for less than a quarter than how long you and Jin have been dating.
           “I’m happy for you two.” You spoke slowly, compelling a smile to stay on your face as you gazed over at the two boys.
           It wasn’t like you fantasized about being a wife since you were little, but it still hurt. It was something you both cherished, and you didn’t think the relationship was failing, so what was it? If only you could pop the question, you totally would; but given his status, that was a no-go.
           Were you wasting your time?
           Asking too much from a God?
           Was he… was he in love with someone else? It wasn’t uncommon for the Gods to stray away…only a handful of them stay faithful – the brothers being prime examples. But Jin isn’t that type of man. He’s committed, that was never a realistic fear…unless it should?
           Your heart was pounding vigorously, as if someone stuffed a waterfall inside of your body. The soft mummers from the boys were lost to the thrashing in your head – oblivious to the confused looks they shared with one another.
           Was Jin just content?
           Maybe he does value marriage, just not with you.
           Now that you’re thinking about it…
           The more you thought, the more you realized the odd things that started to happen in your relationship…like how Jin kept freezing up every time you hugged him or gave him a peck. Or how awkward he seemed at times at your presence, like he was uncomfortable or stress.
           It was like Jin was there with you but not at the same time…was our relationship falling apart right under your nose, and you just never noticed?
           And just like that, you felt it; hands resting over yours, causing your eyes to flutter open – not realizing you had even shut them. Jimin was kneeling in front of you, his hands grasping yours.
           “What’s wrong…? Are you mad at us?” Jimin questioned, voice strained.
           “N-no, sorry, I was just thinking and- sorry. I’m fine, Jimin, don’t worry-” you cooed desperately, cupping his hands and pressing a bright smile. But Jimin sulked, shaking his head at the words you spoke.
           “What’s wrong y/n…we know you just as well as you know us.” Taehyung huffed. He leaned over his knees, eagerly awaiting your answer.
           Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say.
           What do you say? That you’re jealous of some woman you never even met? That you want to marry their brother?
           “I-it’s nothing, I promise. I’ll gladly help you two with your wedding.”
           “It’s Seokjin…isn’t it?” Taehyung muttered under his breath. With that statement alone, he clicked his tongue, head shaking as he straightened his back and gazed away. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching, surprised that he guessed as fast as he did, but also not since it would be the only answer that would make sense.
           Jimin glowered, the grip on your hand tightening tenfold, forcing your eyes to fall back on the man kneeling before you. “J-Jimin, sit up. You know it’s shunned upon for a God to kneel before anyone less than a God.”
           “But you’re not just anyone. You’re practically our mother.” He grumbled.
           His small hand untangled themselves with yours, dusting his stunning black silks as he stood. A sad smile painted your pink lips – they viewed you as a mother figure, and that meant tons.
           “I’m not sure what Seokjin did, but you know how he is. He can be so aloof.” Taehyung grumbled under his breath, and you couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. He had a point…although Taehyung isn’t one to talk – aloofness was, more often than not, his middle name at times.
           But it wasn’t that Jin was unwise, he just proved…oblivious in certain areas.
           For someone who was such a family man, a man who valued tradition and customs, he was unusually slow to picking up specific hints. There was a reason why you had to initiate the first kiss, the hand-holding…what a frustrating man he can be.
           Was it aloofness?
           No…it was more so his fear of pushing you – hurting you.
           “You’re my butterfly – and I never want to be the reason why you no longer flutter as beautifully as you do.” You smiled sheepishly, remembering his romantic words – what a goof.
           “Does…Seokjin wish to marry me?” you muttered under your breath, more so a question for yourself than for your boys to hear.
           Jimin’s eyes widen, his jaw almost dropping as he huffed angrily to himself, “That’s it, I’m going to talk with him. What’s wrong with that man? He’s beyond self-conceited and prides himself in being the most handsome God that he’s forgetting to pay some attention to you.”
           You blushed at Jimin’s words, hearing the anger in his voice.
           There was one thing you learned about these boys – it was that Jimin was a sweetheart, but if pushed, he could make Zeus himself fearful. Standing tall, he raged internally, his jaw clenched as he brushed back his hair messily – a habit of his that often-had men and women swooning.
           “Jimin, no need to get so worked up-”
           “But it’s utterly pathetic. He’s our older brother, yet Taehyung and I are set to wed before him! How embarrassing on his part. Can you even call yourself a God at that point?”
           He nailed it.
           “M-maybe Seokjin isn’t interested-”
           “Now, you’re starting to anger me, y/n.” Taehyung growled under his breath, his hazel eyes glaring at you with venom. Tones of exasperation and annoyance were unfamiliar, let alone having it directed towards yourself.
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xserpentlife · 5 years ago
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Intrigue
Requested: Anon - If I could make a Malachi x reader request if you write Ghoulies? Reader constantly getting into trouble at Riverdale high so she's sent to Southside High after being expelled. When moving to Southside she starts up her mischief again and catches the eyes of the Ghoulies. She gets taken to Malachai for spray painting Ghoulie terf at school and the reader and Malachai instantly click?
A/N: hope you like this!. I also decided to stop doing mood boards unless I have inspiration, forcing myself to make them for every story is pointless. Also, be sure to send in requests because mine are open. 
Word Count: about 1890
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*Flashback*
“Look principle Honey, I didn't mean to…”
“Didn’t mean to what Y/N? Dye Briane’s hair blue with her shampoo?”
“Hey, not my fault she stole it out of my shower bag” In reality, it was your fault you hated Briane, a girl constantly causing trouble for anyone she came into contact with. You wanted payback. Payback for the way she talked about your friends, and family. So you played a helpless prank on her, and you got in trouble.
“You still did it on purpose Ms. Y/N”
“And you are proving that how…”
“Ms. Y/N some respect please”
“Mr. Honey, you are talking about respect here when you have none for me. I did nothing wrong to Briane. You are siding with her because of our past. Because she is from the rich side of the North. Years I have been bullied by her and not once did I punch or cause blood, because I am way more of a decent human being then she is, I did nothing wrong Mr. Honey”
“Fine Ms.Y/N I will call it at a draw and you will both have 2 nights of detention” You smiled to yourself. “However, you are on very, very thin ice considering you were just here a week ago for allegedly replacing the dead frogs with live ones in last weeks biology classes.”
“Mr. Honey…”
“No Ms. Y/N like I said thin ice do you understand”
“Yes sir I do”
“Good now get out of my office”
*Flashback Ended*
“For weeks now you had been warned daily of the thin ice you were on with Mr. Honey, but you kept your distance and your cool. You needed school, needed it to get out of riverdale and not have to deal with the treacherous town. You may have done all those things, but they were innocent pranks to only get back at the ones that wronged you. You needed to defend your turf, it was what you were always taught before your parents passed. Your grandmother engraving into your brain that you needed to protect yourself before protecting others.
School had been a hassle, every teacher constantly watching every move you made. Every student trying to get you out. No one at riverdale ever liked you, they always saw you as the problem child. The one who dressed in dark clothes, and caused trouble, but none of them knew you at all, or had been through or known the things that you have. You went by your day to day after the incident with Mr. Honey, trying to stay out of trouble as possible. You got a detention for not doing homework, but you never got in real trouble. That was until science lab 3rd period two weeks into your thin ice warning. You were paired up with Briane, for an experiment where a cloud of white would rise when the chemicals were combined. You were in charge of the base and she was in charge of the reactant. However, as soon as you looked away to wipe your hands off for safety she poured the entire bottle of reactant in before screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Briane! You are interrupting the other students what is the meaning of this”
“Y/N, Ms. Murphy Y/N put the entire bottle into the mixture” You turned around stunned, you hadn’t even been looking when she did it, and then you saw the bubbles arise and begin to pour over the smoke filling the air”
“Everyone out of the classroom this instant, we will have to have it cleared for safety. Ms. Y/Nand Ms. Briane come to the principal's office with me at once!”
“Mr. Honey before you say anything I didn’t do it, I swear on my life, I was washing my hands when it happened, I wasn't even paying attention”
“Ms. Briane would you like to say your side”
“Oh yes Mr. Honey thank you so much. Well I was minding my business writing down our lab results of the temperature because I had poured the base, and when I looked up Y/N was pouring the whole jar in, I tried to stop her but she just kept pouring and then I screamed because I was scared and Ms. Murphy came over. Oh gosh, I don’t know why she would ever think to do that if we had more harmful chemicals we all could have died!”
“Everything will be fine Ms. Briane, you can leave my office now”
“Thank you, sir”
“Now Ms. Y/N”
“Mr. Honey, I promise I didn’t do it”
“Well it seems there are other stories at play here, and in our previous meeting, I told you, thin ice. I have decided to transfer you to Southside High”
“No Mr. honey please!”
“It is out of my hands Ms. Y/N”
“No it is literally in your hands, you incompetent piece of shit, You know what. I am fucking glad that I am not going to be a part of this pretentious north siders can do no wrong school. Good riddens, asshole!”
“Ms...”
“Shut up, I’m grabbing my stuff and you’ll never see me again, and you know what I am sooo glad I don’t have to look at your stupid face ever again”
You left the school on a bad note but did it really matter when you were going to a school that barely had programs let alone taught the kids what they needed to know. It was as if your entire world crashed down. Your grades would decrease, your barely existent social life would now diminish completely, and most of all your mindset. You gave up on being the girl that was good at school, but bad on the outside.
You started not caring, picked up art. Learned how to tag and make it so your print was known enough to be you but not to be identified in your other works. You praised your art teacher and got very close with her very quickly. You confided in her, she herself was a student at Riverdale high at one point, kicked out because she lived on the southside and they found out. You related with her in a way you hadn’t with anyone else, but that didn’t stop you from doing way worse things than shit Riverdale high could ever fathom.
When you first got to southside high you completely painted your locker, not crazy but definitely not allowed. You took money from people, yeah you never spent any of it, actually put it in for charity collections, not that anyone knew that. Everyone knew you as the new kid, that just did bad shit. No one knew why no one knew your background or history and no one cared to know one bit. You liked it that way, you enjoyed the animosity. You then moved from the school to walk around the town after ditching for the day. You luckily still live in the house your parents had once owned on the northside, now it looked like a rundown abandoned building on the outside, guess that matched the way your life was turning. You tagged the entire gas station, then the park moving up the hills and down the valleys tagging everything in your sight. Art was your outlet and the southside, your canvas. You had no idea you caught the eyes of a gang called the ghoulies. You didn’t know the turfs, or the sides, you were just a visitor in a town with many rules and regulations you had no idea about. You made a mistake tagging the run-down building on the corner, officially in ghoulie territory. But no one had caused you trouble before, so you were not expecting to turn around and find 5 men and women around in black studded jackets.
“Hello…”
“NO bitch tagging our turf who the fuck are you”
“Wait… your turf?”
‘Yes, this is Ghoulie territory and we are taking you to the king” You had no idea what they were talking about, you felt a bang against the back of your head before you were out cold. You woke up slowly words being heard around you your vision slowly clearing from the blurriness
“Spraying our turf huh doll?” You have seen this guy, seen him around the school more often than you like to admit. He always seemed to be where you were, lurking around corners, and tagging his own spots how he would like, but you never said a word to him, your rule of keeping to yourself always in the back of your mind. You knew of the ghoulies enough to know people on the northside were afraid, but in reality, them all standing in front of you, they were no scarier than a group of 3-year-old children.
“What...? Just figured I'd have a little fun, turns out your ghoulies are a lot less scary than people think. Oh, y/n by the way and you are ...”
“Malachai... a lot scarier than people think, nice to meet you doll, boys let her go, and leave the room, I’ll deal with her”
“Deal with me, I like the sound of that” You were let go, dropped to the ground, as Malachai ushered the men out of the room. You got up finding a chair and putting your feet up and onto his desk that resided in the back of the room.
“Off”
“What? The big bad ghoulie is a germaphobe”
“Nah I just like shiny things, and you doll are currently on my radar” He swiped your feet off the desk before plotting on top.
“So what are you gonna do to me dear king?”
“Talk”
“Talk…”
“You are an enigma Y/N, I want to get to know you”
“No one ever does… what do you want from me?”
“Like I said you intrigue me, I just want to get to know who you are. We are… similar”
“I’m not sure we are…”
“Stay here…”
“Alright” Malachai came back with a photobook, a photo book that once we started flipping through you realized it was him, a boy living on the northside. A boy in a big house on cherry street, with a mother and father, and sister. Grandparents, Christmas parties and… then it was taken from you.
“You’re from the northside?
“Like I said we are similar”
“How did you know I am from the northside”
“Lucky guess I’d say”
“And you… lived there?” “There are a lot of things people don’t know about me, like I said we are similar Y/N”
“I wanna know how”
“Guess you’ll have to stay to find out”
“Apparently so”
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zephyrthejester · 5 years ago
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Three Years Blog Anniversary!
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Well, would you look at that. In the blink of an eye, an entire year has gone by! It has now been a grand total of three years since I started up this liveblog, and ever since, it's been a whirlwind of an adventure that has introduced me to amazing shows, amazing games, and above all, amazing people! As has become tradition, it's time for us to gather 'round by the fire, bundle up in blankets, sip some hot cocoa, and reminisce about the shenanigans we got up to in the year 2019.
You know the drill! Click "Keep Reading" to see the rest! Let's go!
January kicked off with the closing episodes to Steven Universe's fifth season, and what a finale it was! In true SU nature, it managed to be wholesome, funny, terrifying, and sad all at once! Not to mention the finale episode specifically, which was rife with both fan service and a breath-taking final confrontation. It even prompted me to type up three whole Addendum posts just so I could get all my thoughts out there. Intermingling with these episodes were some rather poignant and touching episodes of RWBY's 6th Volume, which saw some great plot advancements for some of my favorite characters. And of course, there was one liveblog session early on dedicated to Fate/Stay Night, a series I began back in 2018. And that would end up being the last I'd liveblog about it. Following the technical difficulties of the Visual Novel crashing at an important moment, I lost much of my motivation to keep going at it, putting Fate/Stay Night on the bench... For now. But more on Fate/Stay Night later.
Then came February! Where I proceeded to do absolutely nothing at all. For 42 days, I fell into a pretty bad funk that I called depression, at the time. Well! I must be in a better mental space right now, because until it came time to make this post, I forgot all about it! Moving past the shame I felt for wordlessly abandoning my blog and discord community for over a month, come March I pressed right into a brand new liveblog: Kill la Kill! A frenetic, frantic, freaky series that serves as the spiritual sequel to what was, once upon a time, my favorite anime ever: Gurren Lagann. I was immediately charmed by it's absurdist humor and over-the-top everything. However, it wasn't long before I succumbed to my greatest flaw. I'm exceptionally picky about what I liveblog, and sadly, Kill la Kill didn't tick the boxes that needed to be ticked for me to stick with it. I eventually dropped the series after only three episodes.
Needless to say, I was getting desperate to reinvigorate my lost momentum. It was then and there, at the tail end of March, that I introduced the most significant change to my brand ever: Liveblogging itself was being benched in favor of a fanciful second attempt at running my video game focused Youtube Channel! While I would certainly continue to liveblog new episodes of shows I had previously caught up with, my efforts would be redoubled and focused upon something I hoped would shake things up for me. I put in the effort of buying a new, fancy, high-tech microphone, and set about to new projects!
First up was a tense and troublesome self-imposed-challenge: A playthrough of Resident Evil 2 Remake on its hardest difficulty, with the added stipulation that I can never access the item storage box! My knowledge and skills of that game were put to the test as I skirted by the dangerous zombies and mutants while carrying only the bare essentials on my person. That series lasted 7 videos, plus a Highlight Reel, over about a week. My new microphone really brought out my screams of terror. Yes.
Immediately following the conclusion of the REmake 2 challenge run in early April, a new series debuted: A blind let's play of Subnautica! A simply incredible sci-fi survival game set on a planet that's nearly entirely an ocean... But much to my surprise, it was secretly a horror game all along. Spanning 18 episodes + a highlight reel between April 5th and May 23rd, we descended ever deeper into the abyss, deciphered alien riddles, fled from toothy leviathan-class predators, established a lovely home base, and had a great ol' time overall. A truly remarkable game with a surprisingly good story, for its genre, and it left me eagerly looking forward to making a Let's Play of its sequel: Below Zero.
Simultaneously, beginning on April 10th, I embarked upon yet another adventure that was of such a large scope, I made my channel's primary time slot dedicated to it. The Phoenix Wright Trilogy! A collection of the first three Visual Novels in a wonderful, wonderful series about the titular attorney at law. It wasn't long before I fell in love with this series, big time. It had everything! Immensely satisfying mysteries for me to solve, memorable and lovable characters, great pacing, and it knew how to keep things fresh and interesting. Although I started out the Let's Play by saying I wouldn't read everything aloud, that proved to be a lie. As of now, the series is a whopping 78 videos long (I do expect it to reach 100 before all is said and done), and I have given voice to roughly 50 unique characters so far. The series really helped awaken my Let's Play chops by improving my speech, vocal clarity, and focus. Swapping between my first video ever (for Legend of Grimrock II) and the most recent Phoenix Wright video is a real night-and-day difference! Overall, it's very safe to say that the series has stolen my heart. Unmatched hype, dizzying plot twists, and delightful shenanigans burst from the seams, truly. The Let's Play is currently ongoing, though the end is within sight...
As the Let's Plays of Subnautica and Phoenix Wright Trilogy progressed, so too did the production quality of my videos. I got a better grip on editing, improving the design of my video thumbnails and taking more care to edit out needless and dull moments of gameplay. I even introduced a brief and stylish video intro, which was my avatar appearing over a dark background before it faded off into gameplay. That would be the image up above! However, as we move into 2020, I’ve begun to feel that it could do with a slight improvement... Wink wink!
Following the end of Subnautica came a new Let's Play involving yet another sci-fi horror game: Prey! Spanning 25 videos + a highlight reel between June 3rd and November 19th, it immediately gripped me with its stunning attention to detail, marvelously crafted environments, and boundlessly creative gameplay. It was a pleasure to explore the varied regions of the Talos One space station, blasting aliens, uncovering secrets, untangling the connections between the employees there, and making some seriously difficult moral choices. A truly impressive video game that's just begging for a second playthrough on my own time at some point.
July 20th saw the beginning of new activity on my blog. In a spur-of-the-moment decision that I didn't think out too well, I brazenly announced out of nowhere that I would be doing a re-watch of Steven Universe! I proceeded to liveblog the first 11 episodes of Steven Universe over a week, lovingly looking back at the series' origins, calling out moments of foreshadowing, and analyzing everything with the lens of all my knowledge about the show. And then... Nothing! Just as soon as it began, the project was dropped. I had hoped it would rekindle my interest in Liveblogging (outside of new episodes of SU and RWBY), but I had no such luck. You know I'm burnt out when even Steven Universe, my favorite thing ever, can't help...
By September 3rd, the Steven Universe Movie had finally released! Over a hype-as-hell two days, I liveblogged the entire film. It truly was Steven Universe at its absolute best! Touching, sincere, unexpected, and rife with some stellar songs that are STILL stuck in my head. It proved that the Crewniverse hadn't lost its spark since the conclusion of the original series.
November 5th was my 25th birthday! My family celebrated by all going out for an amazing sushi dinner. Good times! Sometimes, it's really hard for me to grasp that I'm actually 25... I'm a kid at heart, really! Or maybe it's that I'm a social recluse who enjoys watching anime a little too much. Regardless, I feel no shame!
November 10th saw the debut of RWBY Volume 7, and so far it has been an exceptionally strong season. I've long maintained the opinion that the show gets better and better every season, and Volume 7 has given me no reason to doubt that. One episode in particular became my second favorite in the series, right behind a certain one from Volume 6! I'm really enjoying how the characters, new and old, are playing off each other this go around, and the fights and art direction have been no slouch either. This season's a looker! I'm really looking forward to seeing how it ends.
Hot on the heels of the ending Let's Play of Prey, I immediately started up a new series on November 20th... Chrono Trigger! A legendary and widely loved JRPG from the SNES era of gaming that I had somehow gone all my life without playing. Better late than never to fix a mistake like that! I eagerly dived in and nearly immediately understood why it's heralded as an all-time great. The series is currently 13 episodes long, and each one is an endless stream of me being hyped and giddy. I’m already excited to record more!
December 8th saw the debut of Steven Universe Future, a very special epilogue series that's sure to tie a nice bow on the franchise as a whole. As of this post, I have liveblogged the first 8 episodes, and it's fair to say that while it's not holding back in giving the audience exactly what it wants, it's also doing something very unexpected and very, very interesting with Steven himself. Only time will tell how it all ends and whether every remaining mystery will be answered, but so far I have been more than satisfied with it.
And that brings us to the present! Wow, it felt like a lot less happened this year than you would think, huh? No, it's been jam packed with new adventures! I think I am very content with how the year has gone, and I hope you are as well. We'll be striding into the year 2020 with more Steven Universe, more RWBY, more Phoenix Wright, and more Chrono Trigger! Plus, it may very well be that we'll see the return of Made in Abyss and Madoka Magica, both of which (I believe) are getting continuation movies in 2020. I may or may not be entirely wrong about this. Forgive me if I am...
In the near future, the Phoenix Wright Trilogy will be followed up by a Let's Play of Fate/Stay Night! Indeed, the canceled Liveblog will be reborn in youtube video form! And following Chrono Trigger, well... It's mostly up in the air, though I do have a few good ideas. In particular, I recently got a Virtual Reality system set up... Wink wink!
So that's really all there is to it! Cheers, lads! Cheers to a good year, and cheers to the next year being even better! To our good health, our unbreakable friendships, and all the stupid bullshit we’ll get into together! 2020 has arrived!
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letters-from-eros · 6 years ago
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She did what?!? | Todoroki Shouto|
❄️Requested by @otaku-explosion
🔥 @otaku-explosion said - “Would you be willing to make a soulmate au scenario about how Todoroki Shouto told his friends how he met his soulmate? She fell out of a trash shoot while covering her baby ferret friend when he came across a burning building . Why a trash shoot? “it was the only thing that hasn’t caught fire around her and if she died from the landing on something below at least her furry friend would have a cushion to land safely on” she said. Please and thank you”
❄️Format? - Scenario | Soulmate AU - Your soulmate and yourself share a matching mark in the same spot, and it burns after first touching your soulmate!
🔥Writer? Mod CJ!
❄️ A/N: Oh. My. God. I am so sorry!!!!! I swear this wonderful request has been in here ever since I opened the ask box!! Maybe even before! I’ve been so scared to write this cause I’m not the best at scenarios! My deepest, deepest apologies! 
🔥 P.S: pretty much all in the 3rd person with female pronouns!
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              -The accident-
Just another day for Todoroki. Early in the morning, he was heading to school. The only new thing happening today is the sound of sirens and the distant yet visible cloud smoke in the general direction of a burning apartment building in the exact opposite way to get to UA from his home. There was an inkling od him that wanted to go, but he knew that it was just a fire, albeit a big one since he can see it from where he is. Firefighters can still handle it. If he went to check it out, even though he’s going to class relatively early, he would be late. He took the left, while the apartment was to the right... He only made it 5 steps before turning around going to the fire. He just knew he could help in any sort of way. An ice quirk could prove useful in a situation like this, right?
He made it there in the heat of everything. The top half of the building was engulfed with flames, heroes with water Quirks tried their best along with the firefighters. Maybe he could freeze the building? No. They wouldn’t allow that. Help people out? No, he wished he was a pro hero already, instead of just a minor that couldn’t help out with anything. He covered his mouth and released a small cough, the smoke was getting worst. No one had noticed him yet to tell him to scram or at least give him a mask to cope with the breath stealing fumes that the apartment released. God he hoped he could accomplish something before he had to leave
Though the deafening sirens were blaring off he did manage to hear shuffling, thumping, a small crash and a... Squeak? Well, the noises were coming from the alley beside the building.. It could have very well just have been a mouse. Regardless of such, Todoroki still races into the alleyway to figure out what exactly made those noises. It could have been a person trying to fall to safety, and they could be hurt or burned. No matter how improbable he knew that was.
As he runs into the alley, he almost, just almost misses the girl. The girl was panting, almost hyperventilating. She was small, or at least was appearing a lot smaller from shrinking herself down to fit in between heaps of garbage bags. Or at least that was the excuse Shoto was gonna keep in his mind to almost not noticing her.
“Help-” The girl who’s lying in a small garbage pile squeaks out in a high pitch, hoarse voice. Somehow, someway, the voice calmed down Todoroki, who is in super high alert mode. When he spins around so be presented with just the most beautiful girl who has the warmest, softest glare. The girl has a ferret who’s hanging around her neck that looks like is on high alert as well.
“All you alright, ma’am?” Todoroki says, in a surprisingly calm voice. I mean, it literally shocked him too. This girl has and affect on him.
“Y- Yes, I’m not hurt too badly. I just-” The girl attempts to get up but just falls back into the trash.
Todoroki hurries to help her up but then suddenly he feels a burn on his shoulder blade, it was almost like a sharp pain. Todoroki, being so well acquainted with burning sensations brushes it off before he sees the young girl he’s trying to save grip her shoulder in pain too. She doesn’t look like it was excruciating, so Todoroki gives her a worried look with she just responded with a nod. Todoroki wasn’t these best with facial expression, but he was genuine worried for this girl’s safety. The little ferret makes a small clicking noice and repositions themselves into a better spot being wrapped around her neck.
It looked like they realized the obvious at the exact same time. Almost out of the alley, both of there eyes grew wide, hoping for the other to not realize, they both shyly look at each other as the girl whispers,
“Did you get the pain on your right shoulder as well?”
Shouto Todoroki wasn’t fed with the most information with soulmates, with all things considered on who his dad was and his dimener. But luckily for him he had his mother, who looked up to the ordeal of soulmates, since she wasn’t blessed enough to have one herself.
“That means... You’re my soulmate?” Shoto says, with a semi-shocked face. Again, he’s not the best with facial expressions.
The girl was dazed, smiling to herself the rest of the walk towards the ambulance. Right before Todoroki and the police got her into the ambulance to head straight to the hospital he used the new-found knowledge to his advantage,
“Sir, I’m her soulmate.” He says with a overconfident tone. The man lets him straight into the vehicle. He hops in while she’s having and argument with one of the EMT for letting her keep the ferret in the ambulance. She ultimately won when she said it was her comfort animal.
The EMT saw that the girl did not have any bad, immediate injuries that he could take care of. She was rarely coughing which means the amount of smoke inhalation was low. When they got to the hospital, the doctors could do more.
“Miss-“ Todoroki started, halfway in the ride to hospital
“Y/N.” The girl corrected Todoroki.
“Y/N... I hope you don’t mind me asking but, why did you go through a trash shoot?”
“Well,” She started “it was the only thing that hasn’t caught fire around me and if I died from the landing on something below at least my furry friend would have a cushion to land safely on” she said with a small smirk.
Telling his friends
Shoto was just in the locker room. Almost all his peers were already worried in why he called in sick yesterday. By the time he left the hospital with Y/N He already missed a good fraction of the day, plus Y/N insisted on hanging out more.
The crescent on his right shoulder had color now. It was a piercing white with one or two grey spots. Shoto was always curious what color it was going to be.
One of the boys must of picked up on it having color now. I hear a small quick gasp from who I think was Izuku. I let out a small sigh. I know I’m in for a long one...
“Y- You met your soulmate Todoroki?!” Izuku questioned. If any of the guys wasn’t already intrigued with the gasp, they are probably now.
They all walked out of the locker rooms, thankfully before the girls. A lot of was boys who was in the locker room are swarming Todoroki with questions about Y/N. Shoto was new to this type of attention.
It dimmed down a lot as we made it to the bleachers, but the other guys still haven’t let it go yet. The girls are taking an odd amount of time to get ready, though they usually do take a longer time than us.
“So, is she hot?” Kaminari asks and Mineta turns around awaiting some sort of answer. Todoroki shrugs this question off because I shouldn’t materialize Y/N, let alone any woman.
“Well, how’d you meet her?” Izuku asks in a light voice, trying not to overstep any boundaries. Izuku has yet to find his soulmate and didn’t know which questions were acceptable or not. In fact, Shoto was the first boy in 1A to find his soulmate, though a few of the girls have.
 “That fire yesterday,” he started answering his question, all the boys listening, even Bakugo who was trying to play it off. “I came to check it out and she was in the apartment building,” with every sentence trapped the boys even more with wonder. “She fell out the trash shoot with her pet ferret, and I helped her. We have a date later on today.” That wonder of his fellow classmates turned into confusion, playing off the date part there was a small uproar, of light whispers and theories of why she fell out of a trash shoot. But two voices stranded out from the rest.
“Why a trash shoot?” Says Bakugo with aggression like always, and Kirshima, with general confusion, it had to be asked, so he just got it through.
They glared at each other as Bakugo mumbles a low, but completely audible “shitty hair...” small laughs from the exchange but soon the attention falls back on Todoroki, awaiting an answer.
“She said the reason for the trash shoot is because ‘it was the only thing that wasn’t burning in the fire. And if she died from the fall at least her Ferret would have a safe landing’”
The hard and tough boys tried their hardest to not let out a ‘awwww’. It sounded like something straight out of a heartwarming movie. There’s no denying that they didn’t find that to be some form of cute.
The girls finally walk out of the locker rooms and a small look of realization and disappointment waves over Todoroki as he registers that he’s gonna have to repeat the story for the girls.
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That was way longer than it needed it to be. I can’t believe I actually got this done. I really hope you like it.
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injuredjanedoe-blog · 5 years ago
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The first
   This is my story, I’ve redacted some things to provide anonymity for myself.
  Today I had to go shopping for some new sneakers for gym. I was going into 3rd grade I was extremely excited. My relative had a beautiful pair of white leather sneakers and gold studs all over, I was in love with the sneakers as soon as I saw them. For months I kept the thought of them in my mind so I could convince my mother to buy them for me. We walked into the shoe store and I picked up a size 5 or 6, they cost my mom about $75.  
  I was the happiest girl in the world, we left the store and the cool breeze hit me instantly. This was the last time I felt happy, the last time I felt safe, the last time I could recall feeling anything at all for myself.  The sky this day was almost clear, there were 2 clouds in the blue summer sky. I held her hand as the sun hit me and carried my sneakers in the other. We waited for the bus and hopped on, we were home within 15 minutes. 
  The entire day I couldn’t contain my excitement. I was about to transfer into a new school, make new friends, and even learn a new language. I was on cloud nine. I begged my mother over and over tirelessly, I wanted to go and show my relative my new sneakers. I looked up to her and loved her style, and now we could even match! 
  That evening I left briefly for 10 minutes or so, though it felt like an eternity. I said, “ bye” to my cat, whom I loved very much. After this day I was no longer capable of administering affection. I walked down the marble steps in my lavender pajamas with pink butterflies. I held tightly onto the brass banister and carried my shoes carefully down the singular flight of stairs. I constantly peered down the steps to insure my precious cargo wouldn’t be damaged, as because I didn’t want to fall. 
 I made it down the stairs and approached the door and rang the bell. I patiently waited, the sound of the dog barking infiltrated my mind and I spaced out. When I came to the door was being unlocked, and it opened. HE was there, I paused for a moment and asked “ Is she here? I want to show her what I bought”. He answered “Yes” . I entered the apartment and made a right and walked all the way down to her room. The light was off, and the smell of her perfume lingered in the air. Well she wasn’t in her room, I thought to continue checking the large apartment.
 As I walked towards the living room, I noticed her mother wasn’t there either. Their bedroom empty and dim-lit. The rocking chair sat inconspicuously in the corner, I never knew the image of it would be burned into my skull. I walked into the living room and to my surprise, no one was there except him. He followed me through the apartment as I checked each room. I visited the kitchen and the back pantry, photos of my family filled the outside of refrigerator. 
 I absorbed every inch of these rooms and will never forget them, forever in-bedded into my skull. When I realized he was the only one present I turned around and walked to the door.  He proceeded to follow me again and walked me to the door. I turned the latch for the bottom lock and  it clicked loudly, still holding my shoe box in my other hand. I paused for a moment to grip the box with my free hand, and then HE did it. 
 I was 8 or 9 years old at the time, and at this moment I had a 50 year old man, who was going bald towering over me. His remaining hair at the back of his head slicked into a ponytail, his enormous pot belly bulging out almost hitting my face. He looked down at me with an empty face/look. As if I wasn't a person, just an object, he looked at me as if he wanted to kill me for sport.
 He took my hand and forced me the grab his genitals, and shuddered and moaned in pleasure. He took his hand and grab my pussy through my pjs. When I snapped out of it I unlocked the second lock and ran. 
 I ran, up the stairs as fast as I could. I left the door unlocked from the outside and when I returned to the apartment, I closed the door quickly behind me. I locked up and my mom appeared in the hallway as I put the chain on the door. She asked me, “why are you out of breath?” . I responded and said, “ I just ran up the stairs”. She nodded and left me alone , she wasn’t aware that I had lied. The abuse went on until I was 15 years old. That perfect summer day, made me feel like I was on cloud nine. I didn’t know I would fall so hard on this day.... The day that I had crashed into the pavement and shattered every bone in my body and became helpless. 
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