#Both haven't talked to another person is so long and it is relieving

[bet-on-me-13]

Wes ruins everything

Wes had finally done it, he had finally realized why nobody ever belived him about Fenton and Phantom! It made so much sense now, he had been looking for an answer for years, thinking he was going crazy because everybody refused to see the Obvious!

He was Cursed!

He literally had an Ancestoral Curse on his Bloodline that made it so that all those born with the gift of Prophecy would be ignored! A Gift of Prophecy that he apparently had.

It was Cassandra's Curse, the one from Greek Myths. Apparently she was his Great×1000 Grandmother and passed down the Gift (and Curse) of Prophecy to him. And he knew how to break it!

All he needed to do was gather the right resources, chant the correct incantations, make sure not to accidentally summon a Demon in the process, and he could just foist the Curse onto some other poor schmuck. Sure it would suck for them, and he would loose his Gift of Prophecy, but Wes had been ignored for Years at this point, he needed validation!

So he did the Ritual, and he didn't mess it up, and he managed to get rid of the Curse.

Now all he had to do was convince everybody that he was right for the first time in his life! This was going to be great!

...

Cass didn't know what was going on.

A while ago, she had started getting these...gut feelings that she couldn't explain.

She would look over the details of a Case her Family was working on, and see a patern that the others were seemingly ignoring. Like when she realized that The Penguin was about to raid the Docks on the East Side, but the others were convinced it was going to be on the West.

But when she had tried to tell them, they had brushed her off. "We've already concluded that he will begin the Raid on the West side, no need to go to the East."

She had gone anyways, and low and behold she had been right. But nobody even acknowledged that she had been right at all, they had just wondered how they had missed the signs, not even questioning how she had known.

It wasn't limited to Cases either. Even small things, like telling her brother's where the TV remote was were brushed off, and hours later they would still be looking, never even having checked where she told them.

It seemed that no matter what, nobody cared about her point of view anymore. They kept brushing her off, telling her she was wrong, actively ignoring her ideas.

And it was getting worse. They were starting to ignore her more and more, forgetting she was in the room, not calling her down for Dinner, even forgetting to check in on her during Patrol.

She knew that there must be something going on, Magical or otherwise, but when she tried bringing it up with her Dad or JLD, they would also Brush her off.

Her Family was forgetting her. And they didn't even realize it.

...

Danny was not okay at the moment.

When he had gone to school a few weeks ago and noticed everybody staring at him, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe Dash or Paulina had spread another Rumor about him again, not too out of the ordinary.

When his name had been called over the Intercom, he hadn't thought much of that either. His grades were falling even more than usual, so he assumed his Guidance Counselor wanted to have another talk with him.

When he walked into the Principals Office to see both of his Parents and some GIW Agents, that's when he realized something big must have happened.

He didn't have much of a chance to react when the Shields went up, but he did react when the first Ecto-Blast scorched the wall behind him. His Parents began to scream at him as they fired their Blasters, something about replacing somebody? He didn't know, he was pretty preoccupied at the moment.

It took more effort than he cared to admit to escape the Room, but a stray shot to the hidden Shield Projector under the Principals Desk proved to be his saving grace. Unfortunately the moment he escaped the Office, he was met with a veritable Army of GIW Agents, all armed to the Teeth with Weapons he had never even seen before.

He managed to get away for a moment, hiding in the Bathroom as the Agents chasing him passed it by. That's when he met Wes.

He obviously hadn't been expecting him, but the moment he saw him Wes put on a smug look. "Oh hi Fenton, trying to get away from the other students?"

Danny had replied with confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I finally managed to convince everybody about you, now everyone knows that you're Phantom! I'll bet you're hiding from all of the other Students hounding you for questions right?"

"...it was you?"

"Yeah, so? I finally get to be right!"

"...You absolute MORON-"

That was the last Danny got to say to Wes before an Ecto-Blast launched him through a Wall, seeing his face morph into a look of Shock just before the dust cloud covered it up.

Since that day, Danny had been on the Run. Nowhere was safe anymore now that the GIW knew both his Human and Ghost's faces, but he had to keep running. He crossed state Lines already, and was on his way to the next Ecto-Rich City he could sense, somewhere in New Jersey.

He cursed his Fenton Luck every day. Why had everybody believed Wes this time?! Nobody had ever belived him before, nobody even seemed to acknowledge his existence after a while! What had changed?

Danny just wanted to rest already.

...

Cass had taken to Patrolling alone recently. She had taken to doing a lot of things alone, actually.

After the first month, it seemed that nobody could remember that she was in the room with them, even if she was within their eyeline, she just faded into the background. By the 2 Month Mark they had stopped talking to her entirely, although occasionally she would get a Text or two from her dad. By the 3 month Mark she was completely invisible, and By the 5th she had been forced to get used to it.

She didn't know what was going on, was it a Meta Ability? Magic? Alien Tech? She had no idea.

She had begun to cook for herself after the first time Alfred forgot to set her Plate at the Table. The same with Washing her own Clothes, Cleaning her Room, and Paying her Phone Bills. At the very least the Automated Allowance Payments to her Account had kept up, or she wouldn't have been able to go to her favorite Cafe anymore.

It was bittersweet for her. She used to go to that Cafe every week with Alfred, but he didn't even come on his own anymore. Had he only come for her? Did she really mean that much to them? It hurt, she finally had a family that cared for her and suddenly she didn't exist to them.

She sat alone at a Table, ignored by everyone in the Cafe as usual, when a new face walked in. He looked about her age, a little roughed up, walking with a sort of cautious gaint, as if he was scared of something. His Body Language seemed to agree with her assessment, as his body practically screamed "Worry" in its movements.

Cass stopped watching at that point. Just another Gotham Teen, probably worried over something like getting not having enough money or getting mugged on the way home. It was a Common sight in Gotham.

She attention was pricked again for a moment when she heard a voice speak up. "Uh, can I sit here?"

She ignored it, he wasn't talking to her.

"Um, excuse me? Miss? Could I sit here?" He repeated.

She ignored him again, he wasn't talking to her. Nobody talked to her.

"Hello? Do you have Earbuds in?" He said, and he waved his hand in front of her face.

Her face. He waved his hand. In front of Her Face.

He was talking to her.

She looked up at him sharply, seeming to startle him for a moment before he asked, "So, is that a no?"

"You can see me?" She asked.

He looked a bit bewildered, but replied "Uh, yeah? Why would I not? Are you...a Ghost?". That last part sounded a bit suspicious.

"No. Not a Ghost. But nobody sees me. Ever. Nobody remembers me." She replied. She had never spoken this much to anybody outside of her Family, but in the past few weeks she had been starved for interaction.

He seemed slightly interested, and sat down at her table. He looked her in the eyes, and said "Do you...talk about it?"

She smiled. He could see her.

[itsmealaiah]

HIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO HERES MY REQUEST🧌

Billy fucking the (female) reader and degrading her ‘cause she talked with some random guy at the supermarket. HE WAS JEALOUS. Mad jealous. THANKSSSSSSA❣️❣️❣️

🤭 yes thank you for requesting ❤️

Fucking apologise

(not my gif 🫶)

pairing: 2015 bill x fem (im in love with this era 😭)

synopsis: when bill sees reader talking to an old friend by coincidence at a supermarket when reader are both shopping, he gets pissed off, and fucks the living shit out of reader until reader apologises.

MDNI ⚠️ tags/ warnings: smut, p in v, harsh dom! bill, degradation, dirty talk, begging, cursing, head (slightly; f receiving), usual smut features here 😏, slut shaming, use of the word wh0re

a/n: i actually hate tests

f/n means friends name (i hope 😗)

Your POV:

"Bill does this look good to you?" I ask, holding fruit up for him to see., examining it, trying to decide if it was ripe or not. "Hmm, yeah it looks okay, put it in the cart" He replies, and walks away to get more of the items, leaving me all by myself, strolling through the aisles of food when I see someone oddly familiar, perusing the shelves of items. I get a closer view, and recognize him, the angle of his face making me able to identify who he is. My old friend from primary school, f/n. I gasp, and he turns around, a smile building on his lips. "y/n! I haven't seen you in so long! How have you been?" He asks, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, the air escaping my body. "I've been good" I gasp once again, trying to relieve myself from his grip. "oh! sorry" he apologises, letting go. "didn't mean to hurt you" he says, his smile fading. "nono, it's okay, just took me by surprise, thats all" I pass him a light smile, showing him it was okay.

"That's good, so what are up to these days?" he questions, leaning onto the handle of his cart. "Not much, I met someone" I say, and he oo's. "Who?" He asks, and I blush. "you might know him, I think he went to our school when we were little" I face down on the ground. "I might, tell me more" I think for a moment, trying to remember the features of bill when we were younger. Black hair, loose clothing, and a sweet attitude even when people were bullies to him. "Bill kaulitz? that ring a bell? His hair was always messy, but it looked so adorable" I gushed. "Ohh! Him! I remember him! He was always so kind to me" His smile grew bigger. "Yeah, we've been dating for about three years now" my face reddens, and f/n laughs. "you must really love him, huh?" He questions, and I nod. "mhm" I mumbled. "Y/n!" I hear someone call, sounding like bill? His footsteps make their way down the aisle, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. "Who's this?" He asks, gazing down at me.

"I'm f/n, nice to meet you! y/n was just telling me how great of a person you are" He says with a bright smile. Bill only nods, a small 'mhm' leaving his mouth. "He was my old friend from primary school, I haven't seen him in forever" I look at bill, a frown lying on his face. My heart sinks at his facial expressions, knowing he must be mad. "Y/n said you went to school with us" f/n tries to lighten up the conversation, drifting my attention away from bill. "She was blushing so hard when she mentioned your kindness" He laughed, slapping my arm playfully. Bill didn't respond, his face only darkening in what seemed to be anger. "Well it was nice to see you again" I laughed nervously, taking the cart and bill away to another aisle. "What the fuck was that?" He hissed, eyes blazing with hate. "Just a friend" I murmured, picking up an item and placing it in the cart.

"Just a friend?" He chuckles darkly, his hand grasping my arm so im facing him, seeing the absolute, pure jealousy swimming in his eyes. "Yes!" I exclaim, pulling myself away along with the cart to the checkout. He follows suit, mumbling curses under his breath as the person working slides the groceries under the scanner one by one, watching them intently, waiting for them to finish. "Your total is fifty-five-seventy" the woman states, clicking on the screen in front of her. I put my card into the keypad, and we get out of the store, bill lurking behind, his hand on my waist. "When we get home, you're gonna fucking wish you never talked to f/n" He snarls, opening the car door and steps in while I place the groceries in the backseat.

"Bill!" I screamed while his tongue dug into my clit even more, more than what seemed even humanly possible, my hands on the edge of ripping the crisp, white bedsheets as I bucked my hips up near his face as he happily licked up all the juices leaking out of my aching pussy. "mmph, please bill, s'too much!" I moaned, while his fingers explored my folds, rubbing small circles. "Pleas-agh!" choked sobs left my lips as he continued, his nose sometimes nudging over the spot that made me melt. His tongue piercing was heavenly, the coldness of the metal up against the heat of my core was a mix of pleasure and pain. My orgasm was slowly creeping up, the knot forming in my lower stomach, as my cries echoed through the room. "Bill! gonna- c-cum!" I slurred, my words jumbling over each other.

He pulled away, and I whined. "Come back! Please!" I begged, trying to reach up for him, but he pushed my hands down back to my sides. "Shut the fuck up, you think you deserve to cum? After what you did?" He laughed meanly. "You don't deserve shit" He grabbed my jaw so I was looking into his eyes. I was about to roll over, to try and sleep, when he pinned me down, arms surrounding the sides of my head. "Listen, you little slut, you're gonna cum when I say so" he lifts one arm so its resting on my jaw once again, staring straight into my fearful and fucked out-eyes. "and only when I say so, you got that you whore?" He demands. "Please" I sigh, too desperate for him, to return to pleasuring me and my body.

He tears off his remaining clothes, revealing his hard erection, pre-cum leaking from the reddened tip, my mouth wide open. He strokes himself slowly, and I gasp. "Like what you see you little whore?" He grins wickedly, rubbing the head of him against my soft folds, making me whimper, the teasing too fucking much to handle. "Bill-Oh!" I cry out, his hands grabbing hold of my hips, as he pounded in and out, my body rocking from the force of his dick, sliding from my body never fully, and thrusting back in each time. "Fucking slut" He pants, lips beginning to work at my neck, marks consuming the skin as he bites the flesh, tugging it with his teeth. "who's the one who only can make you feel like this?" He demands, slowly up just a bit. "Y-you" I whine. His cock brushes up just right near the spongey spot again, whorish moans exiting my mouth.

He pulls away from my neck, and I see his face, lips swollen and pink, his eyes half-open, the way his chest is heaving up and down fastly, making me nearly cum right then and there. I snap out of my trance as he fills me up fully again, his hips rocking against mine, small little marks sure to form there as well. "Taking me so well my slut" he whispers, leaning down to my ear. "Cumming!" I yell for the second time. "Not yet" He growls, slapping my thigh. I wince, my eyes momentarily shutting. His cock begins to twitch, signaling he's on the verge of bliss as well, as he falters just for a second.

"mm-cumming, cum with me baby" he utters, low and sultry, the ropes of his cum filling my insides, as I cry out, arching my back. "Cum, now" he whispers, still inside of me. I oblige, my release consuming my entire being, my legs shaking from the thunderous force as I cum on his dick and lower abdomen. I fall weak against the pillows, and bill pulls out, grabbing some tissues to wipe me up. "you sorry?" he asks, eyes blazing with a hint of anger, and i nod. "wise answer" he lies down next to me, plopping down with a sigh as he closes his eyes, arms finding my waist, forcing me into his close embrace as I struggle to grasp sleep.

He snuggles his head into my chest, little noises of thanks spewing out from his mouth. I close my eyes, praying that I fall asleep, and soon enough I do. However, the thought of bill being so possessive keeps ringing back in my head. Do I really want a boyfriend who's always jealous?

[kichikichiko]

Hello! I hope you're having a good time,I would like to request Kazuha and scaramouche with a gender neutral reader Who almost died protecting them?

If you don't feel comfortable doing this, don't do it. Thank you so much!

Don't you dare leave me!

HELLO HI EVERYONE! HAPPY (BELATED) NEW YEARS! 😻😻😻🌟🌟🌟

I've had this request in my ask box for MONTHS and Ive planned to write it when I got it but ykkkk life happens.

Ty Anon for sending this in and sorry it took me this long to write your request 💔

Synopsis: How your partner would react to when you risk your life to save them.

Pairing: Kazuha x Gn! Reader and Scara x Gn! Reader

Cw: Semi proof-read, Fluff, headcanon, slight blood mention, cursing for Scara, Established relationship (Kazuha), kiss at the end (Scara)

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA ¤ Scarlet leaves pursue wild waves

It was around the time the Raiden Shogun declared the vision hunting decree, and right after Kazuha's dear friend Tomo passed trying to withsand the musou no hitotachi.

You were away for training with your teacher. And as you walked home you heard of the commotion on the streets

"That guy died from the Shogun's strike" "what was he thinking?! He is obviously no match for the Shogun"

Hearing all of the whispers made you a little worried. And something told you that it was terrible news. What if that was someone you knew personally?

Assuring yourself that it's probably just some stupid samurai off the streets is what you did. Trying to block out all the whisperd and worries of the city folk.

Until you heard his name from a group of people talking about what just happened. "...Kaedehara...."

Your boyfriend who you haven't seen since this morning. You stopped on your tracks and turned around hoping you heard that wrong.

"What did you say?"

"Pardon?" The person asked.

"The name." You repeated "the name you mentioned before, what was it again?"

"Kaedehara. Kaedehara Kazuha?" The person said confused by your expression growing more and more distraught by the second

"What happened to him? Did he..." you couldnt even get yourself to finish that sentence. You didnt want to believe that HE was the one who challenged the Raiden Shogun

"No dont worry (miss/sir) it's not him who died. Its another guy, but Kaedehara was seen on the scene taking the dead vision and running off. From what I've heard he's running away right now"

Without wasting another second you booked it to the nearest port. You had no idea if he was going to be there as he escaped but it's worth the shot anyways.

Panting and gasping through the bamboo forest while thinking about the fate of your boyfriend isn't the best combination.

"What if he got caught?" "What if he already left?" "What if that stranger was mistaken?" The what if questions were not helping you at all.

So all you did was to hope. Hope that he is still alive, hope that he is still in Inazuma

Your legs were killing you and your lungs feel like they're about to explode if you don't stop running. But you can't

You need to see Kazuha.

As if the Archon's heard your prayers, all of a sudden you hear a guard shouting in a distance "Kaedehara Kazuha you're under arrest under the vision hunting decree!"

"It's him! He's still here!" Relieved he hasn't made it out of Inazuma yet, you started running even faster to the scene.

When you got there you saw Kazuha fighting a bunch of the Shogun's guards left and right. "Kazuha!" You shouted out in relief, as you drew out your katana (sword) and began helping him fight.

You bear no vision, but the adrenaline was pumping into your veins you didnt give a second thought and dove into the fight.

"(Name)??" Kazuha turned around to look at you for a split second. Honestly if it werent for the current condition youre both in, he'd hug you real tight

"How did you find me?" He asked before turning his head around and defend himself from the guards.

"I heard from the city folks hat you ran away after a man died from the musou no hitotachi" you responded, blocking a strike from another guard.

He made a mental note to explain to you the story after the fight is over.

Speaking of which, the fight lasted for quite sometime until all of the shogun's minions were down.

You turned around and hugged Kazuha, throwing your weapon onto the ground.

"I'm so glad youre safe Kaz" you burried your bead into his shoulder, still panting from all that fighting, adrenaline and running.

Kazuha was panting as well, hugging you tighter like never before and kissed your forehead softly "Me too (name), I'm so sorry I didn't come to you sooner and told you anything. Everything happened so fast, I had to leave before I got caught."

You pulled away from the hug and smiled at him softly, your breathing becoming more stable after a while "That's alright, I found you just in time-"

Something was moving behind Kazuha and you couldn't make it what it was until you could.

It was the Shogun's guard again, with a bow and arrow... aimed at Kazuha's back. Your heart dropped

before the guard should release the arrow you pushed Kazuha away and took the hit.

The arrow ended up piercing your shoulder which earned a shout from you. It hurted like hell and blood started flowing out of your shoulder by the minute.

At first you felt dizzy from the blood loss and then everything went dark. You were going in and out, Before you blacked out completely, the first time you saw Kazuha charging up to the guard and fought him. The next time you saw him picking you up bridal style

And the last thing you heard was " (name) Don't you dare leave me!"

♤

The first thing you saw when you woke up was a wooden ceiling above you. "Where am I?" You sat up and hissed from the pain on your shoulder. You took a look at thr soirce of the pain and to your surprise, the wounded area had been wrapped with a compression bandage.

Looking around at the area you realised you ended up on a ship. But how?

Before you could ask more questions, the door in front of you opened, and standing there was Kazuha. The man saw that you were awake and sped walk towards you.

"You're awake! Thank goodness. Don't worry everythings alright. We're on a ship of a pirate captain from Liyue and she got her crew to help stop the bleeding on your shoulder."

Ah, he basically just answered the questions that were popping up in your head. "Looks like we'll have to thank this pirate captain for her hospitality"

You looked at the current condition of your lover. His shoulders were tense and his lips forced into a small smile.

You could tell it was so that you wouldn't be alarmed. And you could tell he was still shaken up by the stunt you pulled earlier.

"I'm sorry my love, for scaring you like that." Placing your hand on his shoulder, then slowly making your way up to his cheek. "I'm safe, youre safe. That's all that matters."

You could see his eyes softening and his shoulders becoming less tense

"Youre right... youre right. You just got me worried back there. I was afraid I might lose you too." He whispered softly, cupping his hand over your hand.

Subconciously he gripped your hand hard enough to make you notice but not hard enough to hurt you.

He didn't have to elaborate any further for you to realise that his dear friend was the one who died.

"I won't leave you here alone dear. That's a promise." pulling him into a hug, which he reciprocated quickly

"What now?" Is a question you both will figure out later.

Right now, the only thing that matters is the two of you.

SCARAMOUCHE/ KUNIKUZUSHI ¤ The Balladeer

Being the Balladeer's assistant was no easy job

Literally.

Having to deal with his yelling, degration, mocks, (tantrums) and bad temper required patience. Lots of it

But no matter how many times he left you out in the snow to freeze, or mocked you in front of everyone, you stayed by him. Honestly no one understood how and why (and neither did Scara but he would never question it)

Partially because the pay is good (the harbingers decided to pay you extra because youre dealing with Scaramouche), partially because you don't get treated as half as bad as his subordinates and because sometimes he isn't so bad in general.

What I mean by "not so bad" is that sometimes, barely, but once in a blue moon. He shows that he cares and appreciates your help and loyalty.

When he was sent out on a mission to Inazuma, you couldn't come to help him due to unfortunate circumstances. He was pissed to say the least

surprisingly not at you but at the higher ups for not allowing you, his assistant to come

he brought you a souvenier from Inazuma. Nothing much and nothing grand, but it is something from your boss so you treasure it.

Another time you got sick with the flu, at first he was pissed (when is he not 💀🖕) but then at night, he came over to give you some soup

By the Balladeer's words it is to "Make you get better soon so you can work again. I can't manage all this shit by myself"

Which you translated it to "I miss your company and I need your help with my tasks"

Either way you appreciated his kindness.

♤

Scaramouche and you were sent out on a mission together to the chasm. Usually they wouldn't send the harbingers down there, but an important relic from an unknown lost civilization was found, and the fatui wants to study it.

As the 2 of you were down there, all you (other than trying to find the relic) did was listen to his occasional rants and curses to the other harbingers for sending him on this mission.

"Annoyed as always" you rolled your eyes.

When the relic was found and secured safely, the two of you nodded at each other as a sign that you both should head out as soon as possible

Luckily Scaramouche and you didn't run into any enemies which was....

"Strange" you mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed and eyeing the caves

"What is?" taking a glance behind to look at you as he was right in front of you

"It's just that we haven't bumped into any monsters or enemies during our time here." You started

"There's always enemies down here at the chasm"

Scaramouche shrugged at you "Maybe theyre taking a nice long nap, or maybe they know their place and not to mess with us." He was half sarcastic and half serious. Either way, he wasn't bothered by this at all

You nodded at him. Not necessarily because you agree with him

But mainly because you're quite unsettled about the whole situation to the point where you'd just hope he was right

Something must be wrong with the universe because not long after, a mob of hillichurls showed up

Scaramouche groaned, getting ready to fight "Great you jinxed it."

They were just a bunch of hillichurls so it really didn't take long for Scara to handle it while you guard the relic

"Let's just get out of here before I have to deal with those i-" before your boss could finish his sentence an abyss herald showed up

When it showed up, you drew out your weapon getting ready to fight. He was no easy foe and even if you knew Scara could handle it...

Something was telling you thing's were about to go south.

You and him started fighting the Abyss enemy

Scara with his electro powers and you with your (vision of choice)

"Hey (name) fuck off I can handle this myself you know?!" He shouted at you

"No you can't Scaramouche!" You retaliated, not listening to another word he says because you were getting more and more pissed by his antics "Just shut up and let me help!"

With the way you disobeyed his orders AND talk back at him got him taken aback and angry at you

"Why this little bitch!" He wanted to say

Scara just gave the abyss herald an opening to launch an attack at him

"Scara watch out!" Luckily you saw right on time and threw yourself in front of Scara to protect him

The attack was so bad you started coughing out blood from the impact. Everything started to become blurry and you lost your balance and strength, dropping your weapon in the process

Before you blacked out you heard Scara scream out something you couldn't quite make out and then... total darkness.

♤

"Don't you dare leave me here!" Echoed in your mind before you awoke in a bed in a strange place. This wasn't Snezhnaya and you know it.

"Where am I? And who said that sentence when I was asleep?" You asked yourself, slowly sitting up from the bed with a groan.

The door on your right opened and in came your boss

"Scara..!" You managed to say. Your voice came out soft and sort of like a wheeze. The impact of the attack seemed to affect your ability to talk as well

"Shh. Don't talk. The doctor said your vocal cord needs rest." Making his way to your bed, and sat by the edge

You closed your mouth but it was clear you had many questions. Scara frowed a little but started answering the questions he knows you'll anyways

"We're still in Liyue. I managed to carry you out of the chasm and the relic I handed off to some fatui members I saw on the way to the doctor.... and you've been out for 3 days now. I was..." he paused and looked away

"Starting to get worried." You didn't have to see his face to know that his expression softened.

Now it all makes sense, you now know what Scara said before you blacked out.

"Don't you dare leave me here!" It was also the sentence that echoed in your mind while you were asleep.

You knew long ago that the all so scary Balladeer had developed feelings for you. It was the little things he did for you that made you question but today, this whole incident made it clear to you that the 6th Fatui Harbinger harbours feelings for his assistant.

You did as well of course. Even though he was a pain in the ass sometimes, it feels as if no one understand you more than he does, and likewise.

Scooting closer to the harbinger, you brought your hand up to his cheek and made him face you.

He saw your expression and even though you said nothing, he knew what you meant. "I'm not leaving you here."

You both slowly moved closer and kissed each other, removing all the tension in the balladeers shoulder.

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Request

Masterlist here!

[roses-for-rosalyn]

i desperately need dealer!ellie and her sweet girlfriend (who is also totally a stoner (;). maybe if reader went out of town for a while and ran out of weed, so she got some off of a dealer/from a dispensary in that town. then reader gets home and ellie would be (mostly jokingly) horrified by the weed that wasn't hers, and so on :3

(sorry if this does not make sense, english is not my first language and i've never done an ask before so im a bit nervous :])

Rahhh what an amazing idea!! I'm so honored I was your first ask, also don't be nervous to approach my account this is a safe space for anyone darling 💕 Sorry it took so long to respond!!

the people who like my Ellie content come 'ere, this is a treat for you.

word count: 3.7 k

minors dni (please bro)

cw: sprinkle of fluff (haven't had a productive therapy session in a loong time), mutual masterbation sort of, neck kissing, drug use 🍃, established relationship, dealer! Ellie, strap on use (r! receiving), teasing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, no use of y/n (lmk if I missed anything)

You stand before a familiar rust colored door, contemplating for a moment before you rap your knuckles against the hardwood. You were visiting your girlfriend for the first time in a few weeks–which felt more like a few months. You had gone back home to visit family for a while, and to meet up with some old friends. Naturally being with family was incredibly stressful and you were relieved to be able to return to your girlfriend for multiple reasons: 1) she has weed 2) you were extremely sexually frustrated after being without her for a few weeks 3) you simply missed her company (which you would never explicitly admit to her considering she was a pain in the ass half the time). You had been texting Ellie every day and she never failed to turn the conversation from something wholesome into something incredibly dirty. You would go from talking about your day to shaking, nervous hands trying to type a response without dropping your phone. She could have you aching for her in mere moments simply by stringing together a strategic set of words. It was truly a gift, an oddly specific gift that you were incredibly grateful for when you were separated from her. 

You had told her almost everything about your visit. You failed to mention that being with family got so stressful you met up with your old plug from highschool. You only bought like three prerolls, but for some odd reason you felt like you were being unfaithful to your drug dealer girlfriend. It was something so incredibly silly, but the action just felt…weird. She enjoyed being possessive a lot of the time, mostly because it was fun for her (particularly in bed). Someone might flirt with you at a bar and she would take you home and not let you come until you had said you were hers over and over and over. A combination of nerves and excitement invaded your body every time you thought about telling her. You would imagine her reaction and an ache would immediately grow between your legs. But then another side of you wondered if it might actually bother her, and maybe she wouldn’t react that way. It was a gamble and you were unsure if you felt like risking it. 

The sound of the door opening disrupts your train of thought. As soon as you see Ellie’s face your worries dissolve, you leap towards her, wrap your arms around her tightly and kiss her. You were both smiling so hard your teeth gently knocked together. You lean back, taking her in, you had missed her perfectly placed freckles and familiar green eyes. You kiss her again and again and again, pecking your lips against hers. She moves away from your lips, cups your face and plants gentle kisses on your forehead, cheeks and nose. You giggle and scrunch up your face at the feeling, your cheeks starting to warm. 

She breaks away and rests her forehead against yours, “Hi.” she says breathlessly.

“Hi.” you reply, giggling. “I missed you.” 

“I know, I’m an incredibly amazing person to spend time with, anyone with a brain would miss me.” She smirks, almost challenging you to retaliate. 

Your eyes narrow,  “you know what?’ You scoff, ‘I know you missed me,” a grin forms on your face before you continue, “In fact I have proof of exactly how much you missed me right in my phone.” You lean in, whispering in her ear, “And if you don’t admit it we won’t do anything we talked about while I was away.” 

Ellie smiles, “Ok, Ok I missed you,” she looks down, “you and your perfect tits.” You pull away from her and playfully slap her on the shoulder, poorly pretending to be offended–your giggling gave you away. you could tell she meant it when she said she missed you because she was looking at you with such adoration in her eyes you think you might explode. 

Ellie finally walks away from you to close and lock the door before gently grabbing you by the hand to lead you to the couch. Her hand is so warm and familiar, you squeeze it softly, savoring the feeling. 

She looks back at you, mischief in her eyes “Wanna smoke?” she asks. 

“God, I thought you’d never ask.” You smile, giddy as ever. You eagerly sit down on the couch next to her, close enough so the sides of your thighs touch. You were more needy than usual and Ellie took notice. 

Your eyes move to the coffee table which has various weed related objects strewn about. Ellie had clearly been smoking a bit before you had gotten here. You watch her hands as she leans over the coffee table and begins to expertly roll and pack a joint with her slender fingers. You get lost in her movements, studying the way her hands move so carefully and purposefully. 

She finishes rolling the joint and offers it to you with both her hands, head bowed as if she was bestowing a wondrous gift to you. You giggle at her amusing antics and gently take the blunt from her hands, pinching it between your thumb and pointer finger. Ellie is quick to grab the lighter off the coffee table as you bring it to your lips. You wait for her to burn the tapered end off before wrapping your lips around it and deeply inhaling. Thick smoke fills your mouth, flows into your throat and lungs. The feeling is warm and familiar, ever since you started dating Ellie, smoking stopped burning and started feeling more tingly. It was a sort of comforting feeling- knowing your body would eventually relax and your thoughts would become muted. Your eyes instinctively close as you breathe out, a smile forming on your lips. 

“Wow, you really missed smoking huh?” Ellie laughs at your dramatic display. 

“Well I didn’t exactly go completely without it, but I missed your shit, this is actually good.” You look down, sigh and take another small hit. You offer the joint back to Ellie and look up at her, trying to read her expression. Her appearance doesn’t give anything away as she takes it from you and takes a long hit. Her eyes stay on yours as she exhales, all you can do is stare back, your eyes frantically searching hers for any hint of anger or jealousy. 

“Where’d you get the other shit from?” Her tone is completely flat. “Wasn’t from me was it?” she pinches her eyebrows together, trying to recall if she sent you off with anything. 

“No, no. I got really stressed and I was desperate for any type of relief sooo I messaged my old plug from highschool.” You let out a short laugh. Ellie hands the spliff back to you calmly.

“Was it any good?” She tilts her head and watches as you take a long hit before answering.

“Pretty good, but nothing compared to your shit babe.” You smile as you exhale and hand the joint back to her. She takes it and puts it out, her expression remaining scarily blank. She was obviously planning something in that brain of hers. 

She hums and nods looking down at the coffee table. She sits up and finally looks at you, pats your thigh and mumbles “come ‘ere.” You do as she says and adjust yourself so you're straddling her. “Cheating on your drug dealer who is also your girlfriend huh?” She shakes her head, “Bad idea.” Her expression turns into a wicked smirk. 

You laugh “No I-” 

She interrupts, “Uh, uh, I don’t want to hear any excuses.” 

“But I-”

“You’ll have to make it up to me princess.” Her voice lowers, a suggestive tone lacing it. The way she said it, dominance dripping from her words sent butterflies straight to your cunt. 

“Whatever you want, Ellie.” you say in your most submissive voice, hoping it will convince her to take mercy on you. You know she’s gonna make you ache tonight one way or another. She smirks and kisses you. She opens up your mouth with her tongue, the kiss this time was different; it was hungrier, her tongue roughly massages against yours and she groans at the feeling. You move your hands down to the hem of her sweatshirt and tug. You break away for a moment to throw her sweatshirt across the room leaving her in a white tank top. She grabs the hem of your t-shirt and does the same, leaving you bare for her. 

You hadn’t worn a bra in anticipation for tonight and it definitely paid off. Ellie wasn’t expecting it and stared for a moment, your nipples beginning to harden from being exposed to the cool air in her apartment. You can’t help but giggle at her ogling, but the giggle is quickly cut off once she latches her mouth onto your sensitive nipple. Her warm tongue swirls around your hard bud and you gasp at the feeling, threading your fingers into her hair. She brings up one of her hands to begin playing with the other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between her thumb and index finger. The feeling was even more intense from the weed, her actions sent arousal straight to your cunt. She takes her time, licking and sucking until she’s satisfied. You're a panting mess after mere moments, mumbling breathless obscenities as she has her way with you. She moves to the other nipple and you have begun grinding against her to try and relieve the ache that had now grown painful between your legs. She removes her mouth, before moving up your body. She kisses along your clavicle taking her time, sucking and licking as she moves. She made her way to your neck and latched on to the sensitive skin causing you to moan. She is slow and methodical, purposefully trying to mark you up. You didn’t mind, you kind of liked the bruises she would leave behind. Your heightened senses deliciously exaggerate the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin, while also making the ache in your cunt almost unbearable considering everything was sensitive. 

“Ellie please.” you whimper, wanting her to do anything to satiate your sore cunt. 

“Please what, Princess?” She asks between kisses. 

“Ellie” you whine out, frustrated beyond belief. She hums and grabs your thighs, wrapping them around her waist, then your arms to wrap them around her neck before standing up and walking you both to the bedroom. She continues teasing you with her tongue, touching you everywhere, but where you need her. She lowers you down to sit on the edge of the bed and you break away from her to back into the middle and lay down. She raises her eyebrows at your eagerness, but crawls on top of you and kisses you, her tongue intertwining with yours, her leg in between yours rising higher and higher… before she pulls back. You frown and tilt your head in confusion.

Ellie smirks and raises her eyebrows, “Oh, you thought I was gonna make this easy?” She lets out a dry laugh at your desperation. She finds it cute, but not cute enough to give in and give you what you want. 

“But I just got back-” 

“And what did you do while you were gone?” She tilts her head questioning you. “You gave me a reason to make this difficult for you,” she answers her own question before leaning in so close you can feel her breath tickle the shell of your ear and whispers, “And you know how much I love an excuse to make things difficult for you.” The bass of her voice invertebrates through your body sending tingles down your spine. 

“F-fine,” You try to sound confident, but she has you in pieces underneath her. “What do you want?” At your question Ellie sits up kneeling over you.

“Get up.” You sit up slowly as she gets off the bed and you follow. You stand in front of her, chest heaving from arousal, eyes shining with desperation and Ellie almost scraps her whole plan for the night. She grabs the hem of your shorts and gently lowers them past your hips, letting them slip to the floor. She does the same with your underwear, all the while you stand still, allowing her to have her way with you. Ellie unbuttons her jeans and lowers them to the floor, her tank top following. You can’t help but stare, her sports bra doesn’t do much to conceal her hardened nipples, her toned abs and arms practically made you drool. She rests her hands on your hips and takes a moment to admire your bare body. “So beautiful, baby.” Ellie breathes out before planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You smile at her and she smiles back, then she walks towards the head of the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and putting it in the middle of the bed. You're confused until she gestures for you to sit on the bed. Oh. 

You crawl on to the bed and straddle the pillow, facing the head of the bed. Ellie moves to the top of the bed, gently grabs your hips and encourages you to lower down on to the pillow, you put your hands on top of hers and start to sink down. Once your sensitive clit contacts the soft fabric of the pillow you let out a small gasp. Subconsciously, you start rocking back and forth on the pillow, so needy and overstimulated you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your eyes start to close from the delicious pressure on your clit.

“That’s it princess, just like that.” You let out a little whine and continue rutting against the pillow, chasing relief. After a moment you realized the pillow wasn’t going to be enough, you needed more. You move your hand from Ellies and start to bring it down between your legs. She grabs your hand and tuts “uh, uh you’re going to move just like this,” She nods to you, “until I say. Not any faster, not any slower.” 

“But-” 

“You didn’t seem to want me enough,” She shrugs, “so I’m gonna make you need me.” You let out a quiet moan at her words. She was intoxicating when she was like this, you loved it and hated it at the same time. 

Ellie lets go of your hips and you do as she says, keeping a steady rhythm against the pillow. Once she watches you for a moment she leans back onto the pillows one leg bent, the other straightened out in front of her. And she just…watches, staring you right in the eyes, she doesn’t plan on touching you or helping you in any way. Fine if she was going to watch, you were going to give her a show. A show good enough to get her to give in–hopefully. You begin letting out little whines and gasps as you move fluidly against the pillow. You maintain eye contact as you let your moans build, your clit being teased from the fabric. She groans “Keep moving just like that Princess.” Your eyes follow Ellie’s hand as it slowly starts to move between her legs, palming at her clothed cunt. 

The action immediately sent a wave of arousal to your needy pussy. “Ffuck, Ellie.” you whine out, letting your head fall back and eyes close. Your moans grow a little louder, pleasure slowly building in your stomach. You look back at Ellie, her chest is heaving as her hand moves a little faster against the fabric of her underwear. She is looking down, watching you fuck the pillow, both of you longing for the pillow to be Ellie. You decide to boldly move one of your hands to your breast, cupping and massaging the soft skin. She doesn’t protest, only watches you in awe. You could tell she was on the verge of giving in. You start moving your fingers around your nipple teasing the sensitive bud, before pinching  and rolling it between your fingers. You moan loudly at the sensation and begin to move faster against the pillow. Ellie gets up quickly and grabs her strap from the night stand. You let out a sigh and halt your motions, feeling relief flow through your body. 

Ellie looks back at you “Did I say you could stop?” 

“N-no but-” You stop talking once Ellie tilts her head, silently challenging you. You start moving again, whining a little bit at the feeling of your sore clit rubbing against the soft fabric. You watch as Ellie adjusts the harness. Taking her time to secure it, you would almost be pissed off if you had any room for any emotion besides complete and utter desperation. 

Finally Ellie moves behind you on the bed, she caresses your shoulders, moving her hands up and down and kisses the side of your neck. You are still desperately humping the pillow as she said, waiting desperately for her to say the word. “Ellie please.” The desperation in your voice is pathetic, but you were reduced to a puddle from her literal torture. 

“Come and then I’ll let you stop.” She whispers in your ear.

“Ellie I can’t, it’s not enough I need more please.” She moves her hands to your breasts and begins cupping and massaging the tender skin. Once she starts teasing your overstimulated nipples your head falls back on her shoulder and you moan her name. She starts sucking and kissing your neck and that was all you needed. The pleasure in your stomach finally started to build to a peak. You start rutting your hips faster, chasing your high. 

“Come for me baby.” Ellie breathes into your ear. At her words your orgasm hits you, your pleasure coming to a satisfying peak after the relentless teasing. You buck against the pillow over and over, riding out your climax. “Good girl.” Ellie says as she continues teasing your nipples. When you start to come down Ellie immediately guides you so your upper body is laying against the bed, still straddling the pillow. She grabs the pillow and puts it underneath your hips, giving her a perfect view of your swollen, dripping cunt. You suddenly feel her fingers running up your slit, gathering your arousal, before shoving two fingers inside your soaked cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, tightening around her fingers. “So perfect for me baby.” Ellie says before starting to move her fingers, curling them up against that perfect spongy spot inside of you. You moan as she moves her fingers in and out of you perfectly. She removes her fingers from you and you feel her begin to guide it against your soaked pussy, nudging your clit as she moves her hips forward. You moan into the sheets as she moves her hips back and forth a few times, grazing your clit each time. The strap was coated in your juices after mere moments. You were almost dripping down your thighs, clenching around nothing as Ellie teased you. She massaged the silicone cock, coating it with your arousal, before teasing your entrance with the very tip. You groan as it stretches your tight cunt. She moves slowly, opening you up with the thick black cock. 

“Oh god.” you moan as she moves deeper into you. 

“Relax for me baby. You can take it.” Ellie assures you. You relax, allowing her to sink all the way into your tight cunt. You whimper as she bottoms out, feeling a painfully pleasurable pressure in your pussy. She grabs your wrists and holds them together with one hand and places the other on your hip. She starts to fuck you mercilessly, not giving you any time to adjust, forcing a pathetic “fuckfuckfuck.” out of your swollen lips. Ellie begins grunting at every thrust from the effort, but keeps her pace. The harness was rubbing against her clit perfectly, her ache being soothed as well as yours. 

“God I fuckin missed this pussy baby, missed using you however I wanted like this.” You moan at her words, you loved it when she used you however she wanted. “Such a good girl for me.” She begins moving faster, getting lost in her pleasure. She uses her grip on your wrists to pull her cock deeper into you, causing you to moan at every thrust. Ellie could tell you were already close.

“You can come as many times as you want, princess, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” You started to come undone, your orgasm ripping through you as Ellie fucks you through it. Waves of pleasure wash over you and you moan so loudly, you are sure the neighbors heard, hell maybe the whole neighborhood. You start to come down, but Ellie doesn’t let up, you whine as she continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. You whine out her name and she reaches under you to lift you upwards, your body flush against hers. She slowly moves her hand down your stomach, you can tell what she’s doing “Ellie I can’t-” 

She pauses, “You can take it, give me one more baby.” You nod and she moves her hand to your clit and starts rubbing it in small controlled circles. She uses her other hand to tease your nipples and you’re already close again, muttering obscenities and letting your head rest on her shoulder. Ellie begins panting and moaning in your ear as she thrusts into you, reaching her high as well. Her hips start moving sloppily and she breathes out “Come for me.” before coming undone herself. You let go, your moans syncing with Ellie’s as her thrusts become slower and less controlled. Your body completely submerges into your pleasure, your hips rocking back into Ellie’s mindlessly. You can barely hold yourself up any more as pleasure washes over you. Ellie holds you against her as you lose your strength. She pulls out of you slowly and lowers you down to sit on your knees as she removes the strap, throwing it to the side. You turn around to face her and smile lazily, she smiles back and kisses you softly. She lowers you onto the bed as she continues kissing you. You collapse into the soft pillows, every bone in your body giving out. 

“I missed you.” You barely manage to whisper.

“I missed you too.”

[orionremastered]

could you do where they react to scars? like maybe from sh? how they would act around a s/o with them and stuff. it’s totally okay if not! and oml i love all of your hc sm they are so fun to read and like insanely accurate!

Masterlist

I Can Love You For You

CW: (past) Self-harm

Dick Grayson

It happens when he's talking about something in that animated way that makes you smile

It just so happens that he's holding a cup of coffee and it spills... all over your hoodie

You both scramble to take it off which is when he sees the scars

He holds your wrists and keeps asking you what they are. what happened. why you felt that way

He's so concerned for you it makes you feel loved in a way you haven't felt loved in a long time

Makes you your favourite snack and drink before telling you to explain everything that happened

Jason Todd

He wakes you up during him having a nightmare and you wait for him to wake upon his own accord

It's the first time you've slept over at his place and he didn't tell you about having nightmares

When he finally wakes up you comfort him and he seems to trust you

Trust you enough to open about what happened to him without you knowing him for more than a month or two. he tells you everything and almost seems ashamed of it

So you open up too. To tell him it's okay and that what happened to him wasn't his fault

Eventually you both fall silent and just hold each other. Understanding that you're both just half a person and together you might fit as one.

Tim Drake

He figures out pretty early into your relationship, like two or three weeks, that you used to self-harm

He's seen it many times and he knows the behaviours that follow, but he just doesn't know how to bring it up to you in a way that isn't forcing you into anything uncomfortable

A month or two into the relationship, this idiot is still trying to figure out how to bring it up when you tell him

He wasn't expecting it but is relieved that you feel comfortable enough to talk to him about it

He remains supportive and comforting the whole time, holding your hand and rubbing your thigh (only if you want him to, of course)

Damian Wayne

Definitely notices something's constantly off about you

At one point he's almost convinced himself you're a criminal trying to spy in him and his family, though that thought only lasts like an hour

At one point he asks you to take a shower with him and you just say 'No.'

That's when it hit him

He gave it away that he knew by constantly holding your wrists and suddenly all your razors were gone and the kitchen knives vanished too, only able to use his knives when he was the one cooking

You eventually opened up to him one night and told him everything. he didn't judge you and didn't say anything until you were finished telling him

Held you so tight that night that you almost couldn't breathe

Need mental help of any kind?

There's no need to feel ashamed about what's happened to you. Life can get the better on all of us at one point or another; but if someone does walk in and you don't have time to close the website properly, you can use the button at the top of the web page to quickly switch the tab to a weather forecast website.

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

What to expect in love in 2024

take a deep breath, chose one of the images (or more than one, if you feel called), and go to your pile

You know what is best for you, only you can truly decide your future

P I L E 1 ~ P I L E 2 ~ P I L E 3

Pile 1

Death, Nine of Wands, Queen of Pentacles (Reversed), The Hanged One, Page of Wands

Bottom of the Deck: Seven of Cups

There is a relationship that you have been in that has caused you a lot of distress for a very long time (for some, it may have been years), but I am seeing that relationship coming to an end. I think that it may be because of someone's infidelity and not feeling like you are yourself when in this relationship. I kind of feel myself letting out a sigh of relief. I've been there, I was at a point where, I had already mentally and emotionally checked out of the relationship, so when it was over and I finally got away, I just felt relieved. It's like you have felt trapped with this person for so long, feeling trapped, but now you are on a journey to a new life, with bigger and better things for you. You have a so many opportunities now that this relationship is over. This is your year to find who you are again and get to know yourself. I'm rooting for you, and I think it's going to be such a healing year for you.

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Pile 2

Six of Swords, Eight of Cups, The Emperor, The Hanged One, Page of Wands

Bottom of The Deck: Two of Cups

I wrote a song that I love very much because I know it's a song that I wrote for my soulmate (I haven't met them yet but hopefully soon). "I walked a long road, not knowing it lead to you". That's the line of my song that comes to mind when I look at your cards. You both have done so much to become better for yourselves and for each other, whether that was a conscious effort or not. You have had to leave so many things and people behind and you have your heart broken over and over again. In the coming year, you are going to meet your person and all of that will have been worth it. When you meet your person, you will see that everything that you have been through, every lesson that you have had to learn, was for a reason and you will see that it was all worth it. This person is mature and understanding so you don't have to worry about them not seeing you; not understanding you. This person gets you more than you can comprehend. You will let go of your old ideas of what love is and what love can be when it comes to yourself. This person wants to make long-term plans with you. They want to write letters to you and spend hours talking to you on the phone. This person can't wait to fall in love with you. Please know that this person wants to marry you and after like the third date, they will have the ring picked out! I hope that doesn't scare you. I'm just so sure that it's you. It couldn't be anyone else because no one else could be this perfect.

Channeled Song: my song isn't uploaded anywhere so I can't post it but another song I can add is Dear Soulmate by Laufey

Dear, Soulmate, do you think of me cause I do // Do you have blue eyes? Or are they brown like mine? // Do you have a sister, too? // Dear Soulmate, one day I'll give this song to you // Dear Soulmate, I can't wait to fall in love with you //

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Pile 3

Queen of Wands, Nine of Pentacles, Knight of Wands, Seven of Wands, Six of Pentacles

Bottom of the Deck: Two of Pentacles

I'm getting that you are so happy being single and independent! You do well on your own and you like what you have accomplished since you have been single. You're worried that if you get into something serious, you will fall out of balance in your life. I think that may come from a past relationship that was not fulfilling to you and that person may have weighed you down in a lot of ways. There is someone who is coming in (and they are coming in fast, might I say) and they aren't what you are afraid of. They will actually help you maintain that balance that you've cultivated in your life as they mold your life with theirs. You're being called to not fight this or to push this person away. This person is very giving and they just want to give you all of their love.

Channeled Song: Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac

time cast its spell on you // but you won't forget me // I know I could have love you // but you would not let me// I'll follow you down to the sound of my voice will haunts you // you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you//

I feel like this song is an omen, pretty much saying to not mess this up. Don't be such a guarded person that you keep the good ones out, too.

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[puppy-t337h]

pLEASE give us the rest of that smut scene!!

IT WILL COME BACK

Miguel O'Hara x Dominant GN Reader

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The people have spoken >:)

CW: teasing, making out, sexual tension, explicit content (obviously)

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Miguel was no stranger to hook-ups.

Well, not that they happened often, but on the sparse occasion he did in his lifetime it was a quick and organized ordeal.

Typically, he'd show up, he'd get done what needed done to relieve some stress and then he would leave. He wouldn't stay until morning and he never, ever, contacted the same person twice. Especially in the workplace if he went through with it at all.

Not until recently, at least.

The thought had been building up in Miguel's mind over the course of the few weeks you trained with him—and you knew it, too. You liked to push his buttons and test his limits, especially while sparring. For you, it was funny, watching his face fluster and grow angry in embarrassment as you chuckled at his antics—but he was never angry at you specifically.

As for him, well, your teasing kept him up at night. What was probably just light-hearted banter on your part made Miguel's insides twist in a way he hadn't felt in years. It made him think too much. It made him feel too much.

He decided he hated thinking.

It was driving Miguel up the wall because you knew he wouldn't let himself act on it. He was stubborn, and no matter how hot his face felt or how much your smug smile drove him crazy—he wouldn't give in.

But if there was one thing you liked more than the chase, it was the challenge.

You were hovering over him, as normal, while he printed your newest addition to your costume: a gauntlet inspired by an anomaly Prowler that you both apprehended just earlier that week. You sketched out the design and Miguel was more than happy to help put it together—sleek claws that retracted on-command over your fingers with a built-in web shooter at the wrist.

It was typical for you to hang around with him after missions, stopping at the cafeteria for food and talking while he worked. Your company had grown consistent, almost to the point where he came to expect it.

But, still, he kept his distance when he felt necessary. He wasn't ready to face what was so obviously happening between you both so—as usual—he pushed it down and pretended not to notice how much easier it was to smile in your presence.

Despite his feelings, and despite what his heart wanted, you were friends and nothing more. Miguel found himself torn between what his heart and his head wanted every time Lyla informed him of your presence in his lab. It was like each and every time you visited you grew on him a little more.

But no.

Miguel wouldn't let himself get attached. Not again.

He didn't, however, account for just how hard that goal would be.

The first time, it started with just a hand on his shoulder. He hummed at the contact, pulled out of his work-fueled trance as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "What? I'm busy."

"You're always busy," you replied as you leaned your weight on the back of his chair—arms resting across the back of his shoulders as you watched him work. You were silent for multiple moments, just long enough for Miguel to focus back on his task before you spoke again. "The multiverse isn't going to collapse just because you take a break every once in a while, you know."

He scoffed at your statement, mumbling under his breath. "Obviously, you haven't got a clue."

Another few moments of silence passed. Miguel found it hard to concentrate.

"Can I ask a weird question?" Your question broke the silence, "from one scientist to another."

You were always asking questions about his lab, curious about the tech that littered the space but was left unused. When you exhausted that subject you had moved on to asking questions about his life before everything happened. When he refused to answer those, you asked about his … condition.

So, he scoffed at your antics, "that obviously depends on what it- … is."

He was caught completely off guard whenever you grabbed his face in your hand mid-sentence and gently turned his head to look at yours. He blinked, shocked by your audacity as he stared back into your curious, half-lidded eyes—speechless. "What—"

He trailed off as you looked up at him, waiting for him to bat your hand away. Your gaze was pensive and careful and he knew if he moved his face free you would get the message to stop. You were asking permission. He was far too distracted by how the yellow light of his computer screen danced in your eyes and across your face.

Beautiful. You were beautiful.

He swallowed heavily.

You tilted your head slightly and shifted your hand, slowly, to the corner of his mouth, tucking the skin of his lip behind the pad of your thumb—testing his limits. You pressed at his gum line and a pair of fangs slid smoothly from behind his perfect teeth, just barely scraping at your skin. He could taste the salt of your hand brushing against his tongue. Some weird spider-instinct to bite flashed in his mind and he panicked for a second, but your grip on his jaw prevented him from clamping his mouth shut.

"So they are retractable …" You said to yourself, shifting the thumb back to its place at his cheek and turning his head to inspect his face. "Incredible."

Miguel shivered.

He brushed your hand away as he fought the fluster that crawled up his face. "shut up."

You chuckled. He could feel the vibrations of it in your chest against his back and your breath against his ear, and he knew he was a goner. "Why, what'd I do?"

"You're messing with me," he raised a hand to brush you away, turning to hide the fluster that erupted across his face. "Stop messing with me."

"I'm not messing with you."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

You only smiled and hummed innocently, running a hand across his shoulder and tracing the red line of his suit down his chest. He let out a breath as you muttered against the shell of his ear, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Miguel."

Then, you guided his face slowly towards you again and kissed him. His grip tightened on the arms of his chair and his heart soared, but the rest of his body relaxed into it—letting it happen. He felt an all-too-familiar heat begin to pool in his gut and he shifted with the uncomfortable feeling in his groin. A soft grunt left his mouth before he could stop it.

Oh.

This was happening.

You deepened the kiss, shifting slowly until you were in his lap, hands on his neck and down his shoulders and across his chest. It was soft and it was careful, as if you were letting him know he could stop you if he wanted. The feeling was warm and light and simple but still left his head reeling, and he shifted and sat back and breathed as your lips migrated from his lips to his jaw to, finally, where the edge of his suit met at his neck.

Suddenly the fate of the multiverse was merely an afterthought, and all of Miguel's reserve crumbled through that of a stifled moan.

"If you want something, Migs," you said between small bites to the muscle in his neck, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze. His claws clenched at his sides, digging into the armrests. "You have to ask for it."

He hated himself for how he crumbled under your touch—how he was so starved of physical touch that this was all it took. Nevertheless, he gave in, and his raging thoughts finally quieted with nothing but more, more, more.

"I—" he growled out his words in a begrudging mumble, bucking his hips up slightly against your groin as he talked between bites at your lip. Fangs grazed the delicate skin of your mouth just barely held back from biting. "I need—"

You moved his hair away from his ear, "you need what, Miguel?"

"You," he growled out. "I need you."

And it wasn't just that one time, either.

He kept coming back.

Several times you would awaken to a beeping on your not-watch well-past midnight and, initially thinking he had called you for a mission, you'd appear in his lab only to get promptly pinned and kissed until you were both sweaty and falling apart on top of his desk or right there against the wall.

It was like an itch that needed to be scratched. A withdrawal that was fixed in both of your bones from both of your respective busy, suffocating lives that was only soothed by the presence of the other. Miguel didn't talk about what you both did once, twice, three times a week—and overtime you stopped asking. He kept coming back, over and over again, but he refused to acknowledge why. It was a work fling. Nothing more. Just a way for both of you to relieve the anxiety of the stressors of beinf heros—even if you both laid in eachothers arms for hours afterwards, Miguel staring at the high ceiling above and you drifting off in his arms as a single thought weighed heavily in both of your minds.

What are we doing?

Each time you'd wake up in his room, clad in soft blankets and pillows and a coffee sitting still hot on the nightstand—exactly how you liked it made.

Not a single time was he there when you awoke.

[z0-ne]

Omg hi😄 Honestly there's not a lot of dragon ball x reader and I haven't watched dragon ball for a while but now I'm back for it, so I'll just request this😌😔 So i don't know if you have watched Tokyo revengers but, let's just say that the reader has Takemichi Hanagaki ablitiy so she can time leap. And so the dragon ball characters find out about that and they find out about the other future timelines and how when she changes something in the past the future can also change and so what are their thoughts on this?

Btw if you haven't watched Tokyo revengers you can just ignore this!

Or you can search it up on Google and search up the time leaping power of takemichi

[I hope you don't mind, but I made this a slight headcanon! Short reactions for multiple characters, and I'll try to include every main characte in the dragon ball z series!]

WHAT IF...: What if (reader) could time travel just like Takemichi from Tokyo revengers? Includes: Future Trunks, Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, and Piccolo!

FUTURE TRUNKS

Trunks knew after his parents, but only because you stole his time machine to keep going back to whichever date you found necessary and got caught.

He wasn't exactly happy about it at first though.

"You STOLE my time machine!?"

"Yes- but please just lemme explain-"

"YOU STOLE MY TIME MACHINE??!"

This whole argument was actually because he mentioned another stolen time machine, and thought it was yet another cell. Without thinking, you told him that you "burrowed" It.

It did not help that the time machine was broken when you "gave it back" "For a good reason!"

You actually did do it for a good reason. Thanks to the time machine, you found a temporary loophole in your ability, and you were able to save a lot more people.

"What reason is a good reason for stealing my time machine!? I need that thing!" "Well it's not like I'm really using it for bad stuff! It's only temporary! Plus your mom is making me one and its almost done! I just need this for right now!"

"(Name). Explain."

You could understand why he was upset, so you went ahead and told him what you needed it for, and even went as far as to explain your ability to him.

"Wait-You can time travel- And you still stole my time machine!?" "Damnit Trunks did you not hear me explain why!?"

"YOU ALMOST BROKE IT!"

It took a little while to get him to calm down and actually listen to you.

BULMA

Bulma was a lot more understanding than her son and husband even if telling her was actually done on accident.

You let it slip while you were asking her about the time machine and she asked you what it was for. Then you went on a rant about how you stole her sons machine for your own powers to work.

"You can time travel?" "Yep." There was a short pause before she put on her face cover and got back to building the time machine you had asked her for when you first got here.

"Neat." You were relieved to hear that she was so calm about the whole thing, but eventually she put the blow tourch down and lifted her face cover up to look at you again.

"Wait a sec- If you can time travel, why did you need Trunks's time machine and one of your own?" "Well- actually I need them because I found a loophole in my ability. If I use this time machine, I can go back to any time and then go back twelve years in the past as long as I'm with ___"

"So ____ is that person you were with earlier? I'm guessing that makes you both pretty important, to y'know. The planet." "Yep."

Then she went back to her work pretty quickly, and kept making conversation until she found out about everything she wanted to know about your powers.

"Alright, I'll finish this soon. Did you already tell the others?" " Well I mean- I accidentally kinda told Vegeta so I'm probably gonna have to talk to him about this in full detail later, but the other fighters? I didn't really plan on it."

"Well you're gonna have to tell Trunks soon Honey. He's paranoid about letting in another cell."

VEGETA

He was actually the first to know, and had a better reaction than his son.

You ran up to him while looking for Bulma, and asked him wehre she could've been earlier so you could ask her for the time machine that you stole from future Trunks.

"Hey Vegeta! Have you seen Bulma? I need her to build me a time machine!"

You spoke as fast as you flew over there when ____ mentioned the possibility of the loophole in your time travel, and even mentioned Bulma in the process so you rushed over without much thought of a cover up. "What- The woman is probably inside. Why? So you can play time hero with the boy?"

He mocked despite hardly being able to fully process a lot of what you said because of how quickly you were speaking, but you dismissed it and instead hugged him quickly.

His face flushed red from embarassment after you let him go and he snatched away.

"Thanks, you're a saint! And no! I found a loophole in my time travel ability that I'm...not..supposed to tell you about-"

"...What-" "Bye Veggie!" You ran as fast as you could as he was standing there stuck, long enough for you to make it to Bulma's lab and shut the door behind you.

"WHAT!?"

Once you explained it to him later and he called you a nuisance, but in his defense it just meant he would have another person to carry in fights.

GOKU

This was yet another accident.

You didn't want to tell him at the moment because of what happened with vegeta, but luckily for you it's goku. He reacted a little better than vegeta did.

"So why's Trunks so mad at you?" He questioned as he followed close behind you while you were running from Trunks, who's time machine you needed to "borrow" again.

"I needed his time machine!"

"Huh? For what? I thought we only had the cell issue?"

He was understandably confused, and asked the most questions.

In the heat of the moment, considering Trunks was far behind but it wouldn't take much for him to catch up if you got distracted and slowed down, you blurted out answers instead of thinking about them. "No, something else happens later that I've gotta stop!"

"But isn't that Trunks's job?"

Once again, you were trying to keep as far away from Trunks as you possibly could so you could make it to the island in time to get away with the time machine, "Trunks can't time travel like I can!"

"You can time travel?"

"NO"

Once explained in detail, Goku understood but asked a bit more questions than you expected especially without _____. Who of course, has way more information than you do.

PICCOLO

Well of course he knew, he's the only one you would trust to keep a secret. However you didn't even tell him, _____ did!

It was a shock considering they chastised you for letting just about everyone on the team know. However its reliving that Piccolo knows, as the only one who actually took the time to sit and listen to the benefits and non-benefits of the ability.

"you and ______ Should stick close to each other, if we loose either one of you it could mean trouble" He says in his usual stern tone, and honestly you get it. It'd be troublesome to loose the only two good time travelers who can help without getting into some time trouble.

He understands you're a good fighter but you're also an asset and now a liability, so no matter how much he's in your corner you know he won't hesitate to make you stay behind if he feels its too dangerous for you to go with the rest of them.

KRILLIN

"I can time travel." You just decided it was about time to let him know. You guys were alone, and you got sick of him hinting at you and _____ dating.

"H-Huh?" He asked, his confusion clear as he blinks as if that's somehow gonna fix his hearing or maybe he'll blink the confusion out his head who knows.

"I can time travel with ______. That's why we're always together, we have to be" your tone sounds a bit neutral, and you answered him a bit too fast but you wanted to get your point across as you knelt down to lift a pile of rubble to look for a dragon ball. "We aren't dating, we can time travel we just cant without the other and a few more rules."

"S-so this whole time you guys could-"

"Time travel. yes Krillin." You answer him with a sigh as you stand up and walk over to check somewhere else to find the dragon ball, hopefully you can find it soon so you guys can head back.

"Oh man, this whole time I thought you guys were a thing! Or at least you and Trunks" He mumbles the last part.

"What?"

[callmehere-iwillappear]

IMBI is going up against 2AL in @tmntaucompetition today SO I wrote a quick one shot with CMH Leo's perspective of this fic (plus a bit extra)! Vote IMBI so they tie (and check out both AUs if you haven't yet, they're both super good!)

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If Leo has to be honest, he wasn’t all that thrilled about the whole… multidimensional sports competition thing when he first got there. Sure, normally he would’ve been. Normally he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to have some fun and meet some alternate versions of himself and his family, compare their universes and such (and, okay, maybe watch Donnie geek out too). 

But normally he wouldn’t be, y’know, a ghost. Invisible, intangible, the works, and surrounded by people who can’t. See him. He’d thought he’d gotten past the whole dissociation thing – and to be fair, his brothers have been wearing their goggles the whole time, which definitely helps – but… seeing all these versions of himself and his brothers and knowing that they can’t see him… knowing he might as well not exist to them…

Well. It digs up some old, not-so-good feelings. 

His brothers definitely notice, as much as he tries to hide it, and they offer to leave early, but he turns them down. Judging by the looks they give each other, though, no matter what he says they’re probably going to drag him back as soon as they lose – because considering the fact that his team is effectively down a player, and one of their other players is Donnie, Leo is under no illusions that they’ll end up winning the whole thing. One round? Maybe, if they’re lucky. Depends who they’re up against. But the whole thing? No way. 

And… he can’t help but feel guilty, just a bit. He knows for a fact all his brothers would’ve loved this type of thing under any other circumstances. Hell, they still do – Raph is looking around in awe, Mikey is barely holding himself back from running around to make some new friends, and Donnie – well, it goes without saying that Donnie is basically in heaven right now. He’s actually using the speech to text function of his tech gauntlet for once, dictating notes rather than typing them so he can stim with his free hand. And Leo just knows he’s seconds away from bolting off to gather up the other Donnies and compare notes. 

… Leo doesn’t want them to give that up. Not for him. 

Not that it matters in the end, since he can’t exactly stop them if they decide to go home early. And there’s… a tiny, selfish part of him – a part that he hates – that’s. Well. Kind of relieved. Which, of course, makes him feel even more guilty, because how could he be happy about taking something away from his brothers that would make them happy?

So. Yeah. All in all, interdimensional sports tournament? Not as fun as it sounds!

And then he meets another Leo. 

Key word: meets. Because this Leo? For some reason, he can see him. And Leo doesn’t understand how until they actually talk, and he finds out they’re in the same damn boat. Well – not the exact same, other-Leo is cursed while Leo is a ghost, but tomato Hamato. The point is: this is someone who gets it. Someone he can commiserate with. And as he finds out, staring in wonder at his counterpart’s hand on his shoulder, someone he can touch. 

The nice thing about being variations on the same person is that neither of them need to say anything, the other Leo wordlessly pulling him in for a hug that Leo desperately needs. There’s no warmth from it, just an odd sort of pressure, but it’s more than he’s had in such a long time and he finds himself clinging on like he’ll die (... well, die again) if he lets go.

He can practically feel the concerned looks from his brothers, but he does his best to ignore them. And, he thinks very hard in their directions, if any of them bring up the tears that are definitely not in his eyes when he finally pulls away, he will personally ensure they will never again know peace in their lives. 

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They end up losing their first match. It was closer than Leo had expected, if he’s honest – he was able to use his invisibility to his advantage, sneaking up on the other team and smacking the ball out of their hands and towards his own brothers. But he ends up getting distracted near the end at one point, his hand phasing through the ball instead of hitting it, and it’s all downhill from there. 

He’s not actually too upset about it – sure, it would’ve been nice to win a round or two, but considering they basically only had two and a half players versus the other group’s full team, it’s not exactly surprising. His brothers ask again if he wants to go home, and like the last time, he tells them no – except he means it this time, and he’s pretty sure they can tell from the way their expressions soften. They don’t seem too surprised at his answer, though to be fair, he’s been very noticeably in better spirits (hah) since his encounter with the other Leo. 

They’d asked, earlier, when the two Leos got bored of scaring the shells off unsuspecting bystanders and went back to their respective families. They couldn’t see the other Leo, so Leo had to explain everything to them – and their faces had softened then, too. He knows they’ve been worried about him, made sure to have at least one of them by his side at all times, and he still feels kind of guilty about that. 

But it’s… less so, now. The guilt, the anxiety, the familiar feeling of not being real… it’s all settled down, for the most part. Knowing that even just one other person sees him, understands what he’s going through, helps more than words can say. 

So, yeah, this time when his brothers offer him the chance to bail out, he just shakes his head with a smile and turns to look for a spot on the bleachers so he can cheer his new friend on.

[hangjie]

ROLE REVERSAL !

summary. you're fed up with gojo's teasing and you give him a taste of your own medicine

pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader

content/warning. swearing, frenemies to lovers (?), senpai/kouhai dynamic, explicit content, sub!gojo, handjob, nipple play, teasing, edging, public, praise, humiliation/degradation, mentions of pegging ( MINORS, PLEASE DNI ! )

word count. 2.6k

author's note. omg i haven't wrote in so long and this has been in my drafts for 8 months?? so enjoy this v overdue gojo smut HJDFKSHJKH get your holy water bc it's sinning time

(y/l/n) - your last name

gojo satoru.

your upperclassman. your colleague. your co-teacher at jujutsu high.

the person you despise the most.

you knew him since you were a first-year and him, a second-year and he has always teased you about anything and everything but most especially since you were his underclassman. whenever you both saw each other in the halls, he always flashed one of his annoying smiles and greets you with a “good morning, kouhai-kun.” during missions, if you defeated a curse, he teased you by saying things like “you’ll soon be a second-grade sorcerer like your senpai, my little kouhai.”

what an egotistical asshole.

at first, you weren’t bothered by his teasing because he is your senpai after all and he didn’t know you that well but he still continued after he got to know you, which irritated you to your core. you felt like he was looking down at you and underestimating you just because you were younger than him, and you also had a name, you know?

you told him countless times that you didn’t want to be referred to as his kouhai all the time but being the aggravating little shit he is, he still continued and since then, you’ve disliked him. thank heavens that he wasn’t in your year because if he did, you didn’t know how you’d survive.

it's not like you hate him with all of your guts because he did have a reason to boast himself and you both worked well together but he's like a troublesome man child to you (and to others, most likely).

after graduation, you thought that you’d escape the presence of gojo satoru forever and you were relieved that you wouldn't see or hear his voice calling you that annoying nickname anymore but deep down, you craved for it. a part of you liked him calling you that, as much as you hate to admit it.

'my little kouhai.'

it made you feel like you were his, his special little underclassman.

so here he is, sitting beside you in a cafe as he rambles on about anything and everything that comes into his mind.

you can feel the vein in your temples aching as you tried to block out his voice but he just keeps on talking. you sigh and bring one of your hands to your face, rubbing your eyebrows in exasperation.

you peek from your hand and see the first-years in front of you having mixed reactions. yuuji, who is seated in front of gojo, is listening attentively to whatever bullshit gojo is talking about, nobara, who is in front of me, is distracting herself with her phone meanwhile megumi, who is stuck in the middle, has a stoic, almost bored, face as he listens.

you let out another sigh before staring out the windows of the cafe, the palm of your hand holding your chin up. you were zoning out of the conversation and into your small world. your eyelids start to feel heavy, making you close them as the voices around you became distant noises.

"(y/n)!" your eyes snap open as you turn your head back. "what?" you ask, eyeing the masked man beside you with one of your eyebrows raised in confusion. "nothing. i was just making sure that you weren't zoning out or anything." he laughs and you feel the veins on your temples ache more.

"asshole," you mumble as you roll your eyes.

"hm? what was that?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head towards your direction and you have to stop yourself from punching him square in the face. "nothing, nothing." you wave your hand, motioning for him to continue whatever he was saying before going back to your previous position.

gojo knew that you were exhausted since both of you spent the whole day exorcising curses and got back to jujutsu high just a few hours before but he forced you to go with him to a cafe with the first years because he 'missed' them. you didn't want to and were planning to stay behind but gojo said that the trio missed you terribly and you didn't want to disappoint them, so you went to the cafe with a scowl. he really knows how to get on your nerves.

"senseis?" you hear yuuji ask, catching both your and gojo's attention. "i just wanted to ask, how did the two of you meet? i'm curious since (y/l/n)-sensei seems like they hate you but they're still hanging out with you." this question sparks the attention of megumi and nobara as they agree.

"yeah. (y/l/n)-sensei, you always look annoyed when you're with gojo-sensei but here you are, sitting beside him in a cafe," megumi points out.

"because he's a little prick and i feel like i'm in hell whenever i'm with him." you scowl at the bright-haired man beside you as he chuckles. he puts his arms behind his head as he leans back in his seat. "(y/n) and i went to jujutsu high together, they're one of my underclassmen. we exorcised curses and went on missions together, didn't we, (y/n)?" he prolongs the last syllable as you roll your eyes.

"yeah, and i wish i exorcised you instead of those curses. i'd rather live with those curses than you."

"oi! that's no way to talk to your senpai, (y/n)." he giggles like a toddler and he turns back to the first years. "plus, i know for a fact that they don't want to be away from me even if they do hate me. i mean, that's the reason why you became a teacher at jujutsu high, right, my little kouhai?" you feel your entire body tense up at his last words.

there it is. there's that stupid nickname. the nickname that you hate and love so much, the nickname that makes you want to punch gojo satoru in the face, the nickname that makes me want to grip the collar of his jacket and kiss him until we can't breathe, the nickname that makes you want to strip him and put him in his place.

you slam your palms on the table and stand up, agitated to the core. you grab the collar of gojo's jacket as you drag him outside the cafe, him squirming. "oi, oi, oi! what're you doing, (y/n)?!" he tries to escape your grip but you only tighten it as you drag him across the pavement outside the cafe, your figures being seen from inside, making the first-years look at each other with eyebrows raised.

"i'll bet on all of the yen in my wallet that they'll fuck at the alleyway behind the cafe," nobara says as yuji high-fives her in acceptance of her bet. "deal."

you slam gojo's body against the hard surface of the wall. he looks at you with confusion written all over his face and a slight trace of fear in his eyes. although he's the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, he can't help but feel scared at the sight of you fuming.

"(y/n), calm down—"

"calm down? calm down?! i've been calm for years but i've had enough!" you exclaim, your voice echoing throughout the walls of the small alleyway beside the cafe. you take a step towards the tall man you've known for years and lean as close as you can to his face. "you've known each other for years yet you still don't know a thing about me, satoru. you don't know anything," you spat.

"but isn't that why you became a teacher? because i become one?" gojo looks at you with one of his eyebrows raised in question. you groan and push away him, bringing your hands up to your hair in frustration at the tall man in front of you.

"for fuck's sake, not everything is about you, satoru! you do not have the right to tell my students why i became a teacher because it is my business, not yours!" you point an accusing finger at gojo as the anger inside of you only grows by seconds. you run your hands over your face and curse under your breath as you thought what the first-years now think of you. desperate? probably.

although, maybe he's right. maybe he's the reason why you became a teacher at jujutsu high. maybe that's why you're so mad at him, because he knew of your attraction towards him despite all the eye rolls and middle fingers toward him.

i mean, it's not like he's the only reason why you joined jujutsu high. ever since your days as a student, you've always wanted to be a teacher, to educate and coach the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers the same way you were taught but when you heard that gojo started teaching, you too filed for a position as one of the teachers afterward.

"look, i'm sorry, (y/n). i'm so sorry and i know that it's none of my business and look i'll make it up to you . . ." he trailed on but all you could think about was how he embarrassed you, how you want him to have a taste of his own medicine, how you want to kiss those plump lips of his hard until he's gasping for air, how you want him on his knees begging for your forgiveness as you firmly press the sole of your shoes on his bulging crotch.

listening to him saying his sorries only fueled your sexual frustration. you start to fantasize about him begging you to stop while you pound into him from behind, him promising to not upset you anymore while he covers his face shyly while you ride his cum-covered cock.

you couldn't take it anymore, so you finally snap.

you approach gojo again as he apologized. you lean towards his face like before, only this time, closer. gojo quiets, looking at you with confusion. "(y/n)? w-what're you doing?" he asks as he backs up on the alley wall until his back is pressed up against it.

you only murmur "payback," before you grab his face and press your lips against his hard. gojo lets out a surprised noise but he quickly kisses you back, just as hard.

he tries to put his hands on your waist but you pull away from his lips and lightly slap his hands away from you. "no touching unless i say so. got it?" you order and he visibly gulps, nodding his head which makes you smirk. "good boy," you praise before kissing him again.

as your tongue explores gojo's mouth, your hands that were holding his face slowly lower to his chest, rubbing the areas where his nipples should be with your thumb. he lets out a small moan, which makes you smile on his lips before you pull away to start taking off his top. he lets out a surprised noise and grips your hands, halting your movement. "w-wait! we're in public, (y/n). can w-we do this somewhere else?"

"and we leave our precious little first-years here? i don't think so." you batt your eyelashes at him in fake worry before you resume taking off his top until his chest is exposed to you.

your thumbs resume rubbing and playing with his nipples until they're hard. gojo let out whines and moans, and you stop. "does it feel good?" you ask and he only nods, making you frown. "use your words, baby."

"mhmm . . . it feels really good," he moans, covering his mouth with his palm as you chuckle. "look at you. practically melting as i tease your nipples and i haven't even touched your cock yet." you lean towards his ear and whisper, "such a slut." gojo lets out a loud moan, making you let out a chuckle again. "don't moan too loud or else, people will hear you." you mischievously smile at him. "unless that's what you want." gojo bites his bottom lip and squirms. "oh, so you want to get caught?" he shakes his head. "then don't let out a sound or else i stop."

you then start to unbuckle and unzip his pants until his cock springs free. you giggle when you see his throbbing head already leaking precum and dripping down his length. "aww, were you that excited for me to touch you?" you coo and gojo nods again, his cheeks warming up in humiliation from having his dick out in public.

"then beg for me to touch you."

"please (y/n), please touch me. please stroke my hard cock in this alleyway." you look up and think about it in a fake manner. "hmm, you didn't beg hard enough."

"please (y/n)! my cock is throbbing hard for you. i'll let you do anything to me. just please touch me," he says, his voice dripping with desperation, just the way you like it. "good boy," you giggle and wrap your hand around his hard cock.

you stroke his cock, starting with his tip, but it's enough to make gojo squirm in front of you. "p-please stop teasing, (y/n)." you smirk up at him. "since you asked so nicely," you smugly say before pumping his cock hard and fast with the help of his precum. he lets out a loud moan before one of his hands reach up to cup his mouth, muffling his pants and moans.

"yeah? you like that? you like your little kouhai playing with you?" you chuckle. "you present yourself so smugly in front of people but here you are, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, submitting to me like an obedient slut." gojo whines in response, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as his head tips back.

"i'm your obedient little slut. i'm yours, i'm all yours." hearing him say that makes you let out a groan yourself, feeling yourself get wet before you lick a long stripe on one of his nipples. you feel gojo tremble from your action and he nearly combusts when you blow air on his wet nipple and do the same with the other one.

he didn't know that you could do something like this. he never expected this to come from you since you acted like you hate his entire existence. he knew that you were attracted to him (honestly, who doesn't?) but he didn't know that it was this intense but was he complaining? no, especially since he's so close to cumming all over your pretty hands.

"i-i'm c-c-close," he whispers, afraid that he might let out another moan that would cause passersby to hear and be curious. you look up at him and hum. "hmm? does my slut wanna cum?" gojo frantically nods his head as he feels your hand go faster. "y-yes please. wanna cum f-for you." you smirk and pull away from his nipple.

"then," you drag the last syllable before you completely stop. "too bad for you because you can't." gojo's head snaps towards you and you nearly laugh out loud at the pure shock and confusion on his face. "b-b-but—" he tries to reason but you cut him off. "this is what you get for humiliating me in front of our students." you push away from him and fix your appearance before turning your back towards him.

"now, fix yourself and let's get back to them before they start looking for us." you walk back towards the cafe as gojo looks at you, his hard cock throbbing even more from not cumming. he hurriedly zips his clothes back and fixes his hair before running to catch up after you.

as you walk back to the trio with gojo trailing behind you, hair and clothes disheveled and the obvious tent in his pants, they only looked at the both of you in disgust as yuji hands nobara all the yen he has in his pocket.

© hangjie 2022

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 05

05 - Team Building Exercises

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.7k

cw: alcohol, vomiting, smoking (weed), sexual topics??, noah being melodramatic, jealous & protective nicholas if you squint, slow burn if you haven't figured that out yet sorry lol, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc x noah sebastian

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

NICHOLAS

Morning light shocks me out of my sleep and I instantly shield my eyes with my forearm. “Fuck.” I mumble, rubbing my eyes with my rough palms. My body goes rigid once I realize that I’m not home, and when I feel another person resting on me, I’m completely frozen.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the light while I look around not recognizing where I am. For a brief moment, I try to remember if we had gone out last night and if I went home with someone. My suspicions are confirmed when I precariously peer down at the brunette nestled into my side with an arm around me.

My memory is a fuzzy blur of rain, snacks and fear. It comes back to me in flashes: running inside from the storm, soaked clothes, cheese doodles and… Vallie. Then it all pours in at once. The first thing I remember clearly is talking on her couch for what seemed like hours before the movie. It feels like it’s the first real conversation I’ve had with anyone in so long. It’s refreshing. I never really talk much, mainly because people don’t tend to listen. But Vallie didn’t make me feel like that, she was fully present and engaged in anything I said. It’s not much but letting me finish my sentences or asking genuine questions is more space that most allow me to take.  

My eyes go wide when I process the reality of what happened – or at least what the guys would think happened.

Both relief and terror flood my chest – I’m relieved I hadn’t gone home with anyone else, but there’s an alarm that comes with that exact relief. Yesterday didn’t go at all how I imagined. My body felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my bones – it was a freezing, paralyzing heat. Last night I could’ve sworn my fingertips burned any time I was near her. I shake the paranoia from my head; it must’ve just been the stormy ambiance that fueled the buzzing across my skin any time she looked at me.

With extreme stealth, I slide out from under her, even rolling the extra blanket into a makeshift replica of my body. “Fuck.” I mutter under my breath again as I sleepily searched for my phone, I haven’t checked it at all since we escaped the rain. When I find it face down on the glass coffee table, I hesitate to pick it up, already knowing what I would find. The fear feels oddly similar to when you miss a call from a parent. Anxiety courses through me as I briefly scroll through my stacked messages.

Group chat:

Jolly: Are you stuck in traffic? Jolly: Did you drop her off yet ? Folio: Dude where the fuck are you Jolly: Are you okay? It’s pouring Folio: Are you alive lol Folio: No seriously where are you Jolly: Why does your location say you’re at some house in Beverly Hills? Jolly: Are you still with her? Folio: We’re gonna come get you if you don’t answer lmao Folio: jk Folio: Nick for real

Jolly – Separate:

Tell me you’re not dead But more importantly Please tell me you did not sleep with our new manager

Not a single one from Noah

I glance over at Vallie to check if she’s still asleep. She lets out small sleeping noises with long brunette strands shading over her face and nuzzles further onto the blanket. She looks so peaceful, and it makes me maybe it had been a while since she’s slept next to someone too. Truthfully last night was the best sleep I’d gotten in a long time, especially between touring and traveling. I barely sleep and the only time I do sleep is in the rarities of getting hotels with plush beds. The best sleep I ever get is always next to someone else. When we were younger, Noah and I would sleep next to each other often. Especially after Noah’s difficult breakup, he’d always ask me to sleep next to him, even just to ward off night terrors. Since we’ve been friends for so long, that sort of intimacy feels normal. We only had each other for so long. You really let yourself be vulnerable with someone when they’re all you got.

I already know the situation with Vallie is going to be an uphill battle with the band, but Noah is the one I’m dreading the most. I understand his frustration but my god he’s acting like a goddamn child. I hope this party will be a way to show them that she’s not the overly corporate monster they think she is.

Quickly but quietly, I tip-toe to the kitchen to read the messages and formulate cohesive responses.

Group chat – Me:

“Yeah, I’m good.”

I look at the time, it’s later than I thought. “See you at rehearsal.”

When I go to reply to Jolly, I pause, “No, it’s fine. I’ll explain later. See you at rehearsal.”

I scramble around her kitchen til I find a notepad and a pen,

“Off to rehearsal Thanks for the safety from the rain Will talk to the guys about this weekend! -N :)”

When I step into our rehearsal studio, the energy immediately shifts. I heard them joking and laughing before I came in but now, they were dead silent. “Hey guys.” I say timidly as I make my way over to my guitar. They track me and I can tell they were dissecting me – my demeanor, my disheveled appearance, the day-old outfit. All which doesn’t exactly reinforce my innocence. “What’s up?” I ask as if nothing happened. Noah burns holes into me with his glare but uttered nothing. To say he was unhappy would be an understatement, he seems furious.

Jolly clears his throat to break up the silence. “Let’s just start, shall we?”

-

There’s tension throughout the entire session. We were fucking up on the same songs, Jolly and I were missing cords, Nick was missing beats and Noah was forgetting lyrics. We haven’t had rehearsals like this in a long time.

Finally, we were wrapping up and they were all busy organizing their areas.

“So, um,” I clear my throat nervously, “I suggested to Vallie that we should have a get together or…something, to kinda get to know each other?” I practically wince and prepare for impact.

“Are you fucking serious?” Snaps Noah while the other two fade into the background. “You fuck our manager and now you’re all buddy buddy?”

I sigh at the accusation I’ve anticipated all day, “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Then what did you do? Since you never fucking came home.” He questions and steps towards me. The space between us feels enclosed, foreign and unnecessarily extreme.

I furrow my brows in offense, “Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” I shoot back, “It was raining too hard for me to drive, so I just crashed on her couch. That’s it. Calm down.”

He gets even closer to me, practically in my face. “You’re sleeping with the enemy and you want me to calm down?”

“Whoa, first of all, back the fuck up.” I step forward matching his intensity. “Second of all, stop being so fucking dramatic. She’s not our ‘enemy’, she’s just a fucking manager. She wants to help us.” I narrow my eyes at him, “And for the 700th time, I didn’t fucking sleep with her.”

“Okay so you want to sleep with her.” He stated like a fact.

My jaw nearly drops that he would , “No, I don’t Noah.” I close the gap between us as aggravation flowed through my veins. “Do you?”

I swear I can see fire behind his eyes and steam seep out of his ears. He balls up his fists at his sides, clearly trying to restrain himself. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that angry before, at least not over something so trivial. He says nothing then he turns and storms off, which seems to be becoming a new hobby of his.

The room is silent for a bit before Nick perks up with an over-enthusiastic smile, “I think a party would be great!”

The four of us, alcohol, and our manager? What could possibly go wrong,

Saturday finally comes after an excruciatingly long week of going back and forth with the other three. I at least got Nick and Jolly here. Noah barely spoke to me the rest of the week and made no promises of coming tonight, in fact it was quite the opposite, he promised not to come. He vowed to stay out all night – doing god knows what – just so he didn’t have to be here for any of the party.

It hadn’t occurred to me just how awkward a four-person party would be, especially when half the party hates the guest of honor. And so, the “party” consisted of Folio and Jolly across the kitchen from me and Vallie. They’re keeping each other company and cracking jokes while smoking a dwindling blunt. I don’t mind the separation much as Vallie and I stand next to each other talking about anything. The more I learn about her, the more I want the guys to know her too. I want to believe what she says is true, that she really does see potential in us.

I know the others don’t exactly feel the same, but we worked so hard for so long to only now start to gain any real traction, I mean… isn’t this what we’ve been working towards this whole time?

The awkward tension is beginning to gnaw at me, so I clear my throat gaining the attention of the small kitchen, “How about we play some sort of game?” I suggest and by the positive reactions in everyone’s faces, it’s evident that they too think it would be a good distraction.

I glance over at Vallie, who has a slightly nervous look to her; her smile is restrained, and her hand is fidgeting around her red solo cup. Her maroon-painted fingertip tracing the rim of her cup and her eyes are locked on some drawer across the kitchen.

“Hey,” I whisper after the guys leave the room and gently reach out to grab her arm. “It’s gonna be fine. They’re gonna like you, I promise.”

She gazes up at me with deep forest green eyes. At first, they are sweet and shy, but they soon flip to defensive. She softly pulls her arm from my grasp and straightens up, “I don’t need your reassurance.”

She makes a sharp pivot on her heels and exits the kitchen on her own then sits at the head of the table with the other two across from her. It occurs to me that every time I’ve been in a room with her, she was different. I have no idea who she really is at all – but she doesn’t know us either. With a deep inhale, I reach for the liquor and pour extra into my plastic cup and I take it with me through the doorway to the dining room.

Halfway through a game of Cards Against Humanity, Vallie was winning. And every time she won, we all took a shot. We were on our 7th and final round. We’re shooting tequila, which I can mostly handle, while the other two… not so much.

“Fuck,” Mumbles Folio behind a scrunched face of disgust at his last shot, “Jesus Val.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Didn’t expect you to be so fucking funny, what the fuck.”

She grins proudly, straightening up in her seat with a subtle victorious dance as she organizes her cards into neat little stacks, using the wooden table to flatten the edges.

They didn’t hold back or put on a show for her, they acted exactly the same as if it was the 4 of us, if anything, they were amping it up to spook her away. She handled it all like a pro; the crude jokes, the sexual innuendos, the unnecessary overly graphic description of what a bukkake is, even though she said she already knew what it was.

I don’t know if it was the fact that they were acting out or if maybe I’m outgrowing the behavior, but every fucked-up comment they said made me uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a wasted Nick elbowing Jolly and discretely gesturing to Vallie. When I follow their focus, I find what they were drunkenly gawking at. It was exactly what I had been avoiding all night. I quickly stack the other game boxes in front of her chest to obscure their eye-line. “So, what should we play next!”

Folio snaps me a furrowed look that reminds me of toddler getting his candy taken away. Jolly too gives me a funny look as if he just figured something out then leans into Nick and whispering something that caused them to giggle like schoolgirls. I narrow my eyes at them, telepathically scolding them to cut it out.

Vallie peeks up from her organized cards, “What’s so funny?” She asks innocently with wide emerald eyes lined with dark lashes.

“Nothing they’re just drunk.” I answer for them.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me that you’re drunk off just a couple shots?” She teases with a sly smile.

“Easy for you to say winner! You’ve been sippin’ the same drink this whole game!” Jolly’s laugh fills the cramped dining room while he leans back in his chair.

“This is my third drink for your information.” She clarifies with sass while stuffing the playing cards into their box.

“You should take a shot!” Jolly suggests, over-enthusiastically.

Before she could even answer, Folio interjects, “Without your hands.”

I feel like lasers are shooting from my eyes when I look over at his smug intoxicated expression. “You don’t have to do that V-”

“No, I’m fine.” She says contently before taking an empty shot glass and pouring it full of clear liquid.

“No really, you don’t have to.” I assure her quietly.

“Oh Nicholas,” Her own voice is tangled with alcohol, “I was in a sorority, I think I can handle a couple of men being men.” She stands up and smooths out the ribbed buttoned top that hugs her full chest and lands above her small waist. She hasn’t even bent down yet and they’re whooping and hollering like… well like college boys.

Before I could stop myself, I shoot up from my chair, “Enough!” My voice booms through the tiny dining room, more than I had ever intended. All three of them look at me, their faces mixed with shock and slight apprehension.

Unexpectedly, the front door swings wide open and slams into the wall behind it, probably leaving a dent behind. A visibly wasted Noah stumbles into the living room, leaving the door wide open behind him.

I sigh, already knowing the direction this night is about to take.

“Oh Jesus.” Groans out an already annoyed Folio, rubbing his temples, “I’m gonna need a fucking joint to deal with this.”

“Ditto.” Agrees Jolly.

“Well look who it is!” Noah slurs and flails a long-sleeved arm to gesture to the whole group. “My so-called band, who fucking left me!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes with a heavy exhale. “Noah, we didn’t fucking leave you.”

In the background, Jolly brings a metal tray of green over to Folio who quickly but precariously begins rolling green flower into a brown paper. Within seconds the roll is plucked between his index and thumb with the end sizzling red.

Between Noah stumbling around like a town drunk, the two in the corner getting stoned and Vallie witnessing everything, I suddenly feel like a single parent trying to police 4 rambunctious children.

“Yeah, you fucking did!” Noah mumbles from the kitchen facing the dining room. “You gave up on everything we fucking wanted,” He hiccups, “For money,” He says the word with utter disgust, and lazily points a hand at Vallie. “Because of her.”

I quickly glance over to her, to see if she was alright and she didn’t even hear him, she was busy leaning across the table to take the lit blunt from Folio’s hand. For some reason, the sight of them frustrates me.

Noah leans against the granite counter looking utterly depleted; dark purple circles beneath heavy bloodshot eyes, his long hair a mess from having walked through whipping wind, and his clothes covered in dirt.

“Noah, stop being so fucking dramatic.” Jolly gets up and walks past me over to him, probably knowing that I’m not good at playing the parent. “We’re just…” He looks back at Folio and Vallie who were now sitting next to each other watching the scene intently and passing the joint back and forth like it’s popcorn. “We’re just doing some… team building.”

“I’m-” He begins before covering his mouth and quickly makes his way to the sink to release the contents of his stomach into it.

A grossed out, “Ooh.” Comes from the two still sitting behind me at the table.

I glare at them then sigh and hold out my hand for the little bit that was left of the roll. Vallie stretches over the table to hand me the burning stub, I put it to my lips and inhale deeply, letting the thick smoke fill my lungs completely. I lean my head back against the door frame and exhale an opaque white cloud above me. A visceral relief spreads through my chest like spilled ink. I cough a bit as I hand it back over to the peanut gallery.

Jolly holds Noah’s long hair back while he gathers himself over the sink. “I think maybe we should get you into the bathroom.” Jolly advises sternly. I can tell that Noah doesn’t want to listen by the way he grips the counter hard until his knuckles are white, then releases in defeat. We’ve been here too many times for him for him to defy us.

“Fine.” Noah grumbles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jolly gives me a look that means it was time for me to hook Noah’s left arm around my shoulders. We make it not even 2 steps forward before Noah coughs up vomit all over himself and Jolly.

“Fuck!” Yells Jolly, practically dropping him to go wash off his shirt.

“Oh god.” Folio immediately covers his mouth after seeing the throw up and ran off to the nearest bathroom.

I decide the best course of action is to set Noah down on the tiled kitchen floor before he had the chance to ruin anything else. He’s so gone that he doesn’t even seem to notice that he was set on the floor. I run off to grab some towels from the laundry room and when I return, I stop in my tracks.

Vallie is there on the floor with him, kneeled next to him and gently wiping the vomit off his face. Noah held a giant empty neon green salad bowl in his lap to catch any future accidents.

“Oh,” She notices me in her peripheral, “Uh, I found that bowl in a cupboard,” Using her pinky to point to the navy-blue cabinets above her, “It’s the only thing I could find.”

Noah’s brown eyes are nearly black and completely glossed over, his cheeks flushed with alcohol – and thank god, because he wouldn’t let her anywhere near him if he was fully coherent.

“Do you have a water bottle?” She asks in a sickeningly sweet tone. “And maybe bread?”

“Uh- Yeah, yeah, of course.” I strategically step over his lanky legs to the fridge to get a water and pull a loaf from the counter, handing them to her. She cracks the bottle open for him and when he doesn’t take it, she softly grabs his jaw and slowly pours a thin stream of water into his mouth.

“You’re pretty good at this.” I comment quietly as to not make too much noise.

She glimpses up at me with a small kind smile, “I told you, I was in a sorority. You learn how to take care of drunk people really quick.”

I nod and cross my arms, “Right.” then rest the length of my body against the door frame as I watch them in front of me.

She takes out a slice of bread, splits it in half and holds it up to his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes lift to meet hers, “I just don’t want to lose them.” He croaks out, melodramatically.

“You won’t.” Vallie reassures curtly.

“They’re all I have.” He states clearly, probably the most coherent thing he’d said all night. His brown eyes watch her closely, but his focus was waning as sleep is begging to pull him under. “Don’t take them from me.”

She presses her lips together seemingly processing his request. “I won’t let it happen.” She says as if she’s trying to convince him that there are no monsters beneath his bed. Her voice is lucid, but I can still hear the tequila she’s hiding under her words. She carefully places her hand on top of his, “I promise.”

He blinks up at her surprised and raises his brows, “Pinky?” Then weakly lifts his arm to poke out a shaky pinky.

She chuckles at his drunken innocence, “Sure.”  And hooks her pinky with his, which resulted in a giant cheesy grin plastered across his face before slumping further.

There’s an odd heavy swirl in the pit of my stomach of something vile; for a moment, I think I might need to vomit too. But the more I watch them, the more the feeling spreads. Then, I realize this pit has been growing since the card game earlier. Her winning over Folio and Jolly annoyed me. Even Noah getting along with her, at least to an extent, made me sick.

I wanted them to get along, I thought it would make things better, less complicated. I don’t understand how it somehow made everything murkier or why it’s bringing this churn to my intestines. Something about it all that makes me wonder if Noah was right all along. Maybe we are in danger and maybe she is the threat.

Next Chapter -> 06 - Whiplash*

a/n: thank you so much if you took the time to read this! I'm extremely appreciative of those of you who are reblogging or commenting on previous chapters 🥺

i thought of stopping posting here bc i've seen some fanfic slander within the fandom and idk it just made me sad? guilty? idk. but tumblr is my safe space & i love writing fanfic so... here i still am lol

lmk if you liked it 🖤

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Hi! 💖

25, 27, 42, 10, 21, 7 for Ravvyraak and Rumcurio! 🥰

Hiiiii!!! Thank you so much, dear!! <333 Link to the ask game can be found ✨here✨

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

Rumcurio are the ones with all the lovey-dovey pet names (such as honey, sweetheart, dearheart, my love, and some light insults, as you saw in chapter one) and Ravvyraak gives them so much shit for it! I can definitely see Ravvyraak give each other some nicknames tho, maybe some teasing stuff. I can see Fenrik calling Ravvy "Mossy" because of her moss-green eyes, and I don't know if I should say this?? But ehh, screw it, by the end of the fic, he'd call her "witch" just to tease her, to which she'd get super mad and be like "It's Grand Wizard, you bastard!" (not sure if it's going to be actually "grand wizard" but it *will* be a fancy title for sure) And Ravvy will call Fenrik "Blondie" sometimes, but she also calls him "Motherfu**er" because her love language is cute aggression :))

27. Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

This is a great question that I haven't actually thought about until now! I can see Fenrik being a great navigator because back in his Apocrypha days, he used to study a lot of maps, but in terms of space orientation, I suppose Ravvy is better at it because my girl went to Vivec in college, and surviving that city means that she has exceptional navigation skills, because that city is the worst maze I've encountered in any game! And I'm thinking that Marcurio is the better navigator because of his scholarly nature, but also he's so cocky about it that it gets them both lost at times!

42. Who teases who? What about?

At first it's only Ravvy who does the teasing, she grew up in a family where loving teasing was an everyday thing, both Endryn and Hjaldir being big on it, and even Teldryn! So she will definitely do it more to him once they get cozier with each other, as for Fenrik, well, he adores it and he is so relieved when they begin falling into friendly banter, and Ravonna is so pleasantly surprised whenever he talks back! <3 And Rumcurio also tease each other all the time as a love language! They started from the moment they met, so it's absolutely natural to them at this point <3. They usually tease each other the most about their heights because I do love a *height difference moment* every now and then.

10. Who plays with whose hair?

Definitely Ravonna with Fenrik's! It's a win-win situation because she loves his hair so much because it's very soft and fair, and he finds someone playing with his hair very relaxing! Ravvy is the "don't touch my hair" type of person tho. For Rumcurio is goes both ways! Marcurio adores Rumarin's fine, silky hair and Rumarin adores Marcurio's thick brown hair!

21. Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

It's usually Ravonna because Fenrik's fear of being too pushy or clingy is too strong for him to have the initiative, and he is usually saying yes to anything before Ravvy even finished her question. And because these ships are a bit of a narrative mirror to each other, it's the same for Rumcurio, except that they're not ace and *a lot* thirstier sometimes :)) Rumarin is a very "I'll try anything/everything is on the table if you want it to be" guy.

7. Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Ravonna loves forehead kisses and Fenrik loves hand kisses, especially since he's fascinated by Ravvy's beautiful hands. It also makes her very angry and red and flustered whenever he does it, and it turns out that Fenrik likes scary sometimes :)))) I mean, there's no other way if you're in love with Ravonna!

Rumairn adores kisses on the top of the head, because it usually is the most accessible thing to him as the resident tall banana man, and he finds it very endearing and pure and full of love. Marcurio loves to be a teasing little shit and he likes going for the neck. Also, it's the closest thing, since Rumairn's face is too high up for him most of the time.

[hopusthebrainlessfloof]

To each of the game koopalings, what are your thoughts on each of your cousins?

Roy: That's gonna be a lot...

Spewart: How about this? I go through cards, and you tell me how you each feel about them.

Wendy: Okay?..

Bully:

Wendy: Brat brat, absolute brat.

Lemmy: He's mean :(

Morton: And scary! He threatened to hit me with his crutch!

Ludwig: I think he's just negatively influenced by his father.

Roy: I ain't afraid of him, and ain't gonna let him walk around like he owns the place.

Larry: I wanna be like him when I'm older.

Iggy: I can relates to him a bits.. Chompletta don't likes him too much.

Kootie Pie:

Larry: *gag*

Roy: She fucking cries when she doesn't get her way. Like a child! I can't stand to be near her...

Wendy: It's nice to be around another girl, but her tantrums are overbearing and she throws them way too often.

Morton: She's bossy...

Lemmy: She confuses me for her brother a lot, and she doesn't really care for the twins it seems...

Iggy: Very loud...

Ludwig: I think she's just coping with not being spoiled as her father did for her.

Big Mouth:

Larry: I think he literally can't shut up. Like- Ugh...

Wendy: Definitely really hyper, but I think that's out of his control. He's the least... "King Koopafied" if that makes sense.

Morton: He asks a lot of questions! And I don't mind answering them!

Lemmy: I haven't really hung out with him, but he seems super talkative.

Iggy: A bit overbearing...

Roy: Same. I can't hang out with him for too long.

Ludwig: He seems to be the most vocal of them all, and has expressed to me how he feels about his situation and how it affects his siblings. I can see all of them in a different perspective just by talking to him.

Kooky von:

Lemmy: I think he's a bit... crazy if that makes sense?

Iggy: I like him! We talk about inventions a bunch.

Ludwig: He loves to talk about his special interests. I don't always understand... but I try to anyways.

Wendy: I tried brushing his hair once. He kind of just sat there and played quietly as I did so. Very sweet kid.

Roy: I feel his behaviour kind of puts an expectation about him, and in reality, he's just chill. Hyoeractive, but chill.

Morton: He's a bit of a prankster in a lighthearted way. Snuck yeast into a bread once, and when I baked it, there was a very large bread.

Larry: He let me make a rocket with him once. It was cool.

Cheatsy:

Roy: King Uncle told me she was snarky and sarcastic. She's neither of the two. Not for me, at least.

Wendy: I feel bad for her. It seems like she just lives in constant fear, and is afraid to get help for it.

Larry: When I noticed she was taking my clothes, I had Dad buy extra just for her! She's also really cool. Loves skateboarding.

Lemmy: I always though Toadstool was really mean for taking the kids away until Cheatsy let me know about just some of the horror stories about her life at Koopa Castle. It makes me relieved that she's away from her father now.

Ludwig: She constantly "steals" my makeup. I'm waiting for her to realise I'm putting them out like that for a reason.

Morton: She's stressed, for sure... It makes her a bit snippy too.

Iggy: She kinda avoids me, but I think she's afraid of Chompletta.

Hip & Hop

Roy: Has anyone found a distinction between the two? They're both just super hyper and I think they may be the same person. A secret identity called Hup or something.

Lemmy: Hop has glasses and Hip doesn't. But otherwise they're very much the same. Hyper... fun to play with, but hyper...

Morton: I have to keep them out of the kitchen! King Uncle didn't teach them to stay away from hot stoves :(

Iggy: Oh my gods, they don't stay outs of stuff... I hads to lock them outs my room.

Ludwig: They almost broke my lamp once, and then broke a common lamp. They were horrified when explaining to Dad what happened, and of course, he wasn't mad. Just explained to them to be careful. I wonder what their home life is like...

Larry: I have them play the "quiet game" every chance I get. They're competitive with each other, so it's super fun to see who can outlast the other without saying anything.

Wendy: I like giving them non-sugary snacks. They both really love cheesy snacks.

[painterofhorizons]

Not so random academia work rant under the cut

I've been so relieved when I had that talk with my boss about not finishing my PhD a couple of months ago. It's okay to not finish a PhD. It literally doesn't matter. I'm dropping out for a shitload of reasons, both personal and structural, and I'm good with it. My boss is okay with it even though she really wants to see me with the title because she thinks I deserve it which is really sweet of her. But we're fine, and we're still working together as long as they let us and we're still doing our very cool 3 year project we got funding for and it literally doesn't matter if I have the title or not. In the end it doesn't matter for her wether or not I'm having that title, we're a really good team anyways. So it was really good to have that "listen it just won't happen anymore" talk a while ago, get that off my chest and stop struggling with that stupid dissertation. I've been struggling with trying to do my PhD in two tries since 2015.it's time to move on.

Now another prof I had worked with recently was asking about how I'm doing with my PhD because one does a PhD at university of course. We're meeting for coffee next week to talk about other stuff but today she was already like "but why haven't you finished your PhD by now" and stuff, and I'm dreading having to explain myself to her.

If you look at the numbers, more people drop out of grad school than finish it. Even more so if you look at social background. There really are so many reasons why I didn't finish this, and every single one is valid, and I still feel like a failure and I'm still embarrassed to bring it up in academic context.

Like, I shouldn't feel this way! There shouldn't be shame attached to it! A person's worth is not attached to things like titles or accomplishments. And I'm doing a damn good job besides this stupid PhD. I'm good I'm my field even if I'm not good in doing a PhD. And most of the reasons why I'm not doing it anymore are structural and not even personal failures - and dropping out of grad school ain't goddamn failing either.

It should be enough and normal to just say "oh yeah I was working on a PhD but I'm not finishing it" and then go on with whatever you're doing. If I'm fine and my boss is fine it shouldn't be anybody else's business. I shouldn't have to explain myself, and it shouldn't be a bad thing. My reasons shouldn't matter to anybody else but me (and a bit to my advisor). I shouldn't have to tell my reasons to anyone. And yet oh gosh I don't want to have that talk with that prof next week. I just want to be like "yeah I'm not doing that anymore" and she nods and we go on with discussing the other work stuff where we want to work together.

I'm so tired about not fitting in at work. I'm so tired about all the ways academia is wrong or unjust or broken. I'm so tired of the struggles one faces in academia as neurodivergent and from working class and specific social and political upbringings that just damn, make things like finishing a PhD hard sometimes. It should be okay. It shouldn't be failure or a flaw.

I was so relieved I had cleared that with my boss and we're both okay with it, I don't want someone else to have an opinion on it.

People drop out of grad school, so what? Life goes on!

[ficticity]

SHOOT

warning: this story may contain content not suitable for all readers. discretion is advised.

ENTRY #1: Ryder Gretzky

I DID NOT CONSIDER MYSELF A PSYCHOPATH.

In theory, a psychopath is a person who suffers from a chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour; a madman.

According to that definition, I had no psychopathic tendencies. I hadn't been diagnosed with any mental illnesses; I didn't behave abnormally–at least I hoped so. And I never ever exhibited any violent social behaviour.

But I suppose you haven't been reading correctly. If you were, you would have noticed that I referred to myself in the past tense. Meaning that before now I was what most people dubbed normal.

I guess stalking your best friend isn't normal. Not for most anyway.

I've known Ryder Gretzky since freshman year. A lanky boy who sat at the back of my math class and played chess on his phone instead of paying attention to Mrs. Morrison's lessons on slope and rate of change. He was tall. Really tall. The first thing I asked him was if he played basketball. He didn't. He preferred cricket.

Easthill High doesn't have a cricket team, but they have a football team. We joined together in sophomore year and climbed to the top pretty quickly. I became quarterback–still am. Ryder was a fullback—still is. I always counted on him–still do.

For someone his height, he was fast and powerful. Not to mention smooth when it came to tackling a real sport.

Girls.

They loved Ryder. Every aspect of him - from his auburn hair to his brown eyes, and particularly the two dimples situated perfectly on each cheek. I also loved Ryder too–still do. But it wasn't long before he got together with Stephanie Rodriguez.

I had never seen two human beings so perfect for one another. I was prone to believe God put them both on this planet for the sole purpose of finding each other.

I watch him stop by his locker to talk to Stephanie for a few minutes before they both head out the main doors together. They're all smiles and laughter. He's got his arm around her shoulders and she's got her lips on his cheek, a long way to go for someone her height.

The poor thing doesn't know what's coming. That I'm going to steal the only person she's learned to give her glass heart to. The death of a loved one is a strange thing. Why love when we're all going to die? It only makes the pain worse. I prefer distance, not attachment. Attachment makes people do crazy, crazy things.

I make sure to put some distance between us, stopping to hide around some corners, casually greeting a few other students, anything to seem normal.

As I exit and follow them, I observe them engaged in a passionate kiss near her vehicle. Although I have no intention of being invasive, I find myself unable to walk away. My objective is to relieve Ryder of any discomfort or distress he may be experiencing, which is the justification I offer myself.

When they're finally finished, Stephanie gets into the vehicle and drives off.

Ryder walks home every day. It used to be with me. Then I'm suddenly forgotten and the only thing on his mind is Stephanie. She stole him from me. Which is understandable, right? She's his girlfriend. But let's be honest, he isn't trying hard to remember me. We only know each other on the field.

I don't hate Ryder Gretzky. There's just an ache somewhere deep inside me. An evergrowing chasm of curiosity and wonder. A part of me that just wants to open him up and see what the hell it is that makes Ryder, well, Ryder.

I want to see his blood, and it terrifies me.

He starts down the sidewalk that leads away from the school building and takes the next right. I make sure to keep the sound of my footsteps to a minimum. The last thing I need is for him to know it's me. It'll be easier if he doesn't. Maybe he won't hate me more than he already does.

"Monty!"

I halt mid-step but don't turn to face the source of that eccentric voice. "Hey Monty, is that you?" 

Monty. It's always been Jackson, Jack or Jacky. Only one girl has a special way of twisting my name into something that sounds like it belongs in a classic film from my mom's era.

"Wait up! I need to talk to you!"

She's an explosion of quirkiness, a real dramatist, a true oddball. A living, breathing, half-bred Russian and South African who's perpetually captivated by the tiniest of details. If I had been observant in the corridors earlier, I might have glimpsed her dashing toward the drama room in a frenzy of untamed papers and rich mahogany locks.

Darcy Ivanov.

She has a knack for finding me at the strangest of times. She's found me again, Ryder is now long gone.

Fuck.

Darcy jogs towards me with one of the most radiant smiles on her face. She waves exuberantly, her round hazel eyes shining beneath her round-rimmed glasses. "It feels like I haven't seen you in months, Monty. How are ya?"

I grunt an answer. As I said, I don't talk much to her.

"Anyway," she babbles on, "the drama club is putting on a school play. Are you gonna watch it? It'll be really cool. It's like Romeo and Juliet, except, cooler. You should've auditioned. I'm sure you would've gotten Romeo. You've got his blonde hair already, and those pretty blue eyes."

Darcy rocks back and forth on her heels, hands in the pocket of her beige suede skirt as she awaits my answer. As always, she doesn't receive one. "Monty, you've got such nice eyes. It's like an ocean in there."

Spinning on my heel, I begin to march in the opposite direction and away from Darcy. I failed my mission all thanks to her. Ryder is gone, and so is my only chance at finally satisfying the only craving I have.

"Wait, Monty!" she calls after me and races to my side. I don't look down at her, but she's got her eyes on me and that dazzling smile on her face. "You're so tall. I have to look up, up, up to talk to you."

I stay quiet and let my fingers curl around the Swiss Army knife in my pocket. I don't say it, but listening to her voice gives me some sort of high.

"That sucks because everyone around me is so tall. Papa. Dedushka. Uncle Abram. Mama's got height too. I don't and neither does Babushka." Her laughter is finely tuned to bring a rush of heat to my cheeks and an electric shock to my lungs. "Sad, huh? Papa looks especially tall when he speaks Russian. Kinda gives him un air de supériorité. But he always calls me his Zvezda. Star."

"You're not even short. Plus, you can speak Russian, most girls can't do that. So if you ask me, you're odd and grandly fucking irritating to be around."

I surprise her with my voice. I surprise myself too. My own sounds are foreign to me. Like I forget I even have the ability to form words.

"You think so?"

"That's a redundant question. I already gave you an answer."

She giggles. "You're pretty funny, Monty. Mostly pretty."

"Hmph, okay."

Darcy lets her eyes sweep over my face as she breaks out into another grin. I look away before she can tempt a smile out of me.

"Let's go get ice cream. It's hot out here."

"I'm lactose intolerant."

"When has that ever stopped anyone from having a little fun?"

I steal another glance at her. Instead of replying, I stop and start walking in the other direction, towards a place I hope is an ice cream shop. Darcy is absolutely beaming because she knows it too.

She reaches up on her toes and plants a little kiss on my cheek. It reminds me of Ryder and Stephanie; she had kissed him too. I'm guessing he feels this way about her. The same way I'm trying not to feel about Darcy.

She has my stomach knotted and tangled in all sorts of ways. And it's weird. Good weird. I don't get it and I don't like it. But it's not the worst thing in the world.

"You're my hero, Monty. I'll be able to get home without melting into a puddle first."

"Yeah." I glance down at her. "We wouldn't want you melting, now would we?"

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Eyo

Can i get uuuu 1-15 with max and heather aaaand carmina and ivana

yaaaa

What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Both were welcomed into each others's families well, Heather's mom likes Max a lot and Max's parents like Heather, though they didn't expect someone like her when Max said she got a girlfriend. Bailey thought Max was a bit intimidating at first (he's already intimidated by Javier, goths scare him), but she's so nice he calmed quickly

Carmina was very scared of Ivana's dad at first, still thinks he's very intimidating but trusts when Ivana says she doesn't have to worry. She thinks its nice that they're close. Ivana understandably doesn't like Carmina's family apart from Elvira. Elvira however really likes Ivana and her dad, she's happy Mina's happy.

Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

Max and Javier have a playful rivalry, Heather was welcomed into Max's friend group quick and easy.

They have nothing against each other, at least. Carmina doesn't have too many friends, but I think she's in a book club she goes to once a week or so. Relationships aren't a thing discussed there

What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

Height, Heather will call Max short all the time. Also gently pokes fun at her taking too long doing her makeup. Max teases her about the amount of flannel shirts she has and the cowboy boots/hats

They don't really poke fun about each other, the cats however...

How do they compare to each other's exes? Are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different?

Heather is also strong and a bit blunt, but she's nice unlike Nevan. In the same butch vein but still plenty different. Heather had an annoying boyfriend before meeting Max, he was just generally boring and lacking in personality, polar opposite of Max

Carmina is nothing like Hecca except both are kinda tall and have pretty big boobies. Carmina's exes tended to also be kinda quiet and serious like herself, none as tough as Ivana though

How do they sleep?

Heather's the big spoon or then they're separate

Separate, cats here and there

Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

Babe, hun, babygirl, after having kids mama. Love them.

I don't think so, apart from Mina and Vana/Vanya

What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

Max likes how Heather cares so much for the people around her, didn't like the explosive arguments they had before they went to couples therapy. Heather likes her honesty and how she shows love, doesn't like how petty and passive-aggressive she can get

Both like that the other is very clear and matter-of-fact about things, no need to circle around topics or questions or try to decipher hints or sarcasm. Carmina doesn't think too highly about the bounty hunters in general, I think that's it

What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Max likes to be picked up and held by a tall strong woman with a beautiful smile, Heather likes Max's body in general, mainly her hips and legs

Carmina likes Ivana's shoulders and back, just her silhouette in general.

Are they a "we" couple?

Sometimes, especially when they talk about their kids it's a lot of we think this and we do that. In time even more

Nah

What was their last big fight? What did they learn from it?

They had a big one pretty early on in their relationship and then both went like whoa holy shit and went to therapy and it didn't happen again

They haven't had fights, not to mention big ones

What good do they bring out in each other?

Laughs and caring sides, responsibility and being able to lean on one another

Both have someone to be gentle and loving with, Carmina definitely lights up somewhat if she has a stress-relieving weighted girlfriend when she's feeling overwhelmed and anxious

What struggle have they seen each other through?

Past relationship baggage, Heather's thoughts about her dad, pregnancy stuff and child raising

Carmina does get a bit upset around Christmas because of her brother-in-law, especially when Elvira says they're again asking if she's ready to apologize. It'll happen at least once or twice before she fully lets Ivana know what happened but comfort is always a good thing

How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

Touch and talk is a big thing, but also acts of service, let your babe sleep in while you fix the kids to school or something. They work very well together

Carmina does mainly quality time and some physical affection and then handmade little gifts, sometimes cooks. Ivana does the quality time and acts of service, also lets Carmina infodump at times

What little things remind them of each other?

Large colourful flowers make Max think of Heather, and gothic stuff makes Heather think of Max

If Carmina finds a long black feather somewhere she thinks of Ivana. Also her black cat's tail reminds her of her ponytail. Bugs are probably a thing that remind Ivana of Mina

What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

Words and some speech patterns forsure, how they make their coffee

Ivana is welcome to try any of Carmina's stim toys except her very favorite ones nobody else can touch so if she likes one she can have it