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puhmpken · 1 year ago

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Author’s Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on “Dairy of the Obsessed” ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas

This has BEEN edited 🥳🎉

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Title: A Shape-Shifter’s Dilemma

Alastor x Reader Oneshot

written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 5.1K 😀 oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!

You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of it—Overlord stuff.

But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare

“honey..?” You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was

“charlie..”

...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?

It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.

The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor

Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring

“What's rushing for darling? This is rather out of character” You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room

“Oh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord business”

You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apart–you just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy

“Right. Just don’t go get yourself in trouble” You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around

Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastor’s reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.

“Trouble?,” he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , “Why..thats my middle name, my dear.” He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging “But perhaps maybe I’ll make an exception—for you.”

You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.

A moment of silent filling the air before

“Now, let me figure out WHAT’S actually happening.”

And that’s how this whole shenanigan began with you.

You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.

The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough… for the most part.

Weeks to months you’ve been keeping up on this “routine” of cat and mouse but all was paying off.

You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the “Hazbin Hotel” that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.

It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.

You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel

And that’s how you end up to the present day you.

You weren’t satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but that’s all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with

Alastor hasn’t suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.

On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome

As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions

The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.

Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scents–you didn’t want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.

Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.

As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle

You laughed at your reflection

Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.

You walked out the house being sure to not be seen

Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little “spying game”

A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise

Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.

You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.

As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking

Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,

You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.

‘Everyone is down here practically–well almost everyone’ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together

“Where Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?” You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV

“She should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to you” Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head

Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office

Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers

“Helluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wanted” You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it

Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers “Yes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!” She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, “It’s nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!”

You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al

“Yeah of course I can do that” You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands “Consider it done Charlie!” You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door

You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastor’s door

Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter

“Alastor, Radio Demon”

Knocking lightly on the door, ‘he should be in there?’

“…”

‘No response..hm that weird’ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly

!!!CREAAAK!!!

Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered

‘Wow’ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking

Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didn’t see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.

You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream

Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound

It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. that’s Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.

Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didn’t see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed

You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing near–and just in the nick of time

You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meat–made you want to gag in disgust

‘He could’ve cooked it’ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman

Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps

“I know your there” He said making you do a double take ‘he knows i am here?’ you thought blinking as you didn’t buy his bluff

“I can sense your presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.

“You can’t hide from me.” He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in

“Come out, come out wherever you are” He sang out in a haunting tone

“You do know as a predator.”He started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one “ I can smell you out.” His voice ringing of no radio filter

Your heart began to sped up

‘fffuck’ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin air—it wasn’t a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldn’t help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air

“Run,” a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape

Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,

You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you

As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you

You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering

Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didn’t see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again

Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldn’t suspect a thing

Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing

“Where are you~?” He said

“…”

After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then

“Now where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deer” He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?

You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didn’t want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head

“...”

It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up

“What do we have here..” He said looking at you “A small diversion from the person thats in here?”Alastor’s gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.

A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, “Well I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little one” Pausing to smug smile before continuing “Bad luck for you?~” He said as he lifted you above his mouth

You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.

‘This can’t be how (y/n)'s story ends’, you thought desperately.

Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shifted—your disguise falling away

You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.

“Don’t eat me,” you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.

“Lucy?!” Alastor’s voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.

“Why are you in here?” His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.

“How did you make yourself appear small? Then big?” His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a tree—literally.

Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happened—the slip up, the unraveling.

You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.

“(Y/N)?!” His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.

“Erm, surprise…?” You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air

As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh

“A surprise indeed dearie who would’ve know my wife could pull such a thing off” He started.. you didn’t like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself

You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up “Alastor I-” He cut you off with his words

As he appeared behind you—the Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. “You had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,” he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. “Bravo, dearie. Truly bravo.”

You didn’t like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise

“You should run now.”

Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head

“Please let me explain” You urged, desperation coloring your voice.

“5” Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension

“Al please—…”

“4..” He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly

“3” He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short “Hmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easy” He said shutting his open eye closed

“2 dearie” He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and that’s when you finally decide to run

You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around

You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldn’t hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you

Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forest—

You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didn’t know how high you could fly and since Alastor can’t fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldn’t hit you out of air

Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations ‘fuck he already found me’ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under

Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldn’t actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned

Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.

Minutes passed—or perhaps it was mere seconds—before you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasn’t in sight.

You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second

Before you heard, the clearing of a throat—a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastor’s grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.

“Come now, darling,” he drawled, his tone deceiving. “We don’t want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this rather…exchange.” His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.

“Let go,” you demanded, but he only laughed—a predator savoring its prey

“Now, dear, this is part of the game.” His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. “I’ve caught you, and now you’ll be the prize I win.” His tongue flicked across his lips

As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge

You both arrived at another clearing?

“This isn’t where we started Al” You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him

Alastor’s gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you

“Come here” He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground

One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth

“Ah, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,” he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastor’s crimson eyes bore into yours.

“My dear sweet little wife, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. “You, dearie, violated our little agreement.” His fingers traced the chain. “We had an understanding, did we not?”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. “I didn’t mean to Al” you whispered

His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didn’t harm you.

“So, my doe,” he began, his voice a velvet blade, “please give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, working—” His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. “Her dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?” His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. “Rather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?”

You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure “All this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlie” You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held

The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spoken—You felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again

“Mon cher~” He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it “Nothing could replace you”

“No hotel” He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, “No demon” Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying “And certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~” Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture

Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) “But my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong too” He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there “You forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~”

Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him

A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him

With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, “You being defiant won’t end well for you dear” You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs

“No words so be it” He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see

He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you “Mm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your face” He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy

Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out

“Al~!” You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there “Alastor..I..I am going to—”

Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far …

You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor who’s face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly “You think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?” He said and laughed “Dearie we are just starting.”

Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side

Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants

“Al, let me out of this! I don’t want to be—Ahh~!”You said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you

“Mmm~There you go Mon Cher~” Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you

You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard

Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word “Al~” Which was music to the radio demons ears

“Oh (Y/n)~” He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back

“Open your eyes.” He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling “Fuck.” He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust

“I am going to finish in you.” He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor

Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Al’s territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.

FIN!!!

Extra! Extra!

(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune

Al: “I do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's name”

Y/n: “Yeah you haven’t, do share”

Al: “You wouldn’t believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didn’t say her name”

Y/n: deadpans

Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out

Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes

Al: gasp Darling!

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starcrossedlvvr · 5 months ago

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So High School - Part 2

-> wanda maximoff x OG!character - high school AU

an: SO sorry for not updating 😭 there was soo much going on the past few weeks but i’ve written the next few chapters already so i’ll be posting more regularly from now on. anyway, enjoy part 2 😊

Part 2: Collateral Damage

The tension between Jill and Wanda hit a breaking point just before lunch.

It happened in the courtyard, where Jill was sitting on a bench with her lunch tray, reading Hamlet for what felt like the hundredth time. She was trying to tune out the chatter of students around her when Wanda’s voice cut through the noise like a knife.

“Walker, shouldn’t you be in the library?”

Jill didn’t bother looking up. “Shouldn’t you be in a reality TV show about shallow people with bad taste?”

Wanda’s friends burst out laughing, and Jill felt a flicker of satisfaction. But Wanda wasn’t one to let a jab go unanswered. She strode over, her heeled boots clicking against the stone path, and snatched the book out of Jill’s hands.

“Let me guess,” Wanda said, flipping through the pages. “This is, like, your favourite book or something?”

Jill stood up, towering over Wanda by half an inch. “Give it back, Maximoff.”

“Make me.”

Jill’s eyes narrowed, and before she could think better of it, she lunged for the book. Wanda stepped back, holding it out of reach, and Jill’s momentum sent them both crashing into a nearby table.

Food trays went flying. A glass of orange juice tipped over, soaking Wanda’s blouse, and a container of spaghetti landed squarely on Jill’s shoulder.

The courtyard fell silent.

“Oh, this is so your fault,” Wanda hissed, her face red with embarrassment.

“My fault?” Jill snapped, wiping spaghetti sauce off her sleeve. “You started it!”

“You’re unbelievable,” Wanda said, throwing the soggy book at Jill’s feet before stomping off toward the dorms.

“Yeah, keep running, Maximoff!” Jill called after her, ignoring the curious stares from the other students.

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By the time Headmaster Grey summoned them to her office an hour later, Jill’s temper had cooled, but her shirt still smelled faintly of marinara sauce. Wanda, sitting in the chair next to her, looked equally annoyed, her wet blouse replaced with a clean one.

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Grey said, pacing behind her desk, “the fact that you two disrupted lunch or the fact that you both refuse to grow up.”

“Respectfully, Headmaster,” Wanda said, her voice dripping with faux politeness, “it was entirely her fault.”

“My fault?” Jill repeated, her voice rising. “You took my book!”

“Enough!” Grey snapped, silencing them both. She folded her arms and leaned against the desk, fixing them with a sharp glare. “Clearly, whatever this is needs to be dealt with. So, congratulations, ladies—you’ll be sharing a dorm room for the rest of the year.”

Wanda looked horrified. “You can’t be serious.”

Jill groaned. “You’re punishing me for her inability to keep her hands to herself?”

Grey ignored their protests. “Maybe spending time together will teach you how to coexist without acting like children. Dismissed.”

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Their new room was on the third floor of Xavier Hall, tucked into a quiet corner of the building. Jill hauled her suitcase inside and froze.

Wanda was already there, sitting cross-legged on the bed by the window, scrolling through her phone. The other bed was shoved against the opposite wall, leaving just enough space for a desk and a shared wardrobe.

“I’m taking this side,” Wanda said without looking up.

“Obviously,” Jill muttered, dragging her suitcase to the other bed.

The room smelled faintly of lavender and something citrusy—Wanda’s perfume, Jill guessed. She unpacked in silence, carefully stacking her books on the desk and shoving her clothes into the wardrobe.

“You’re not seriously bringing all those books, are you?” Wanda asked, her voice laced with disdain.

“Why, is it going to cramp your style?” Jill shot back.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

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The first night was a disaster.

Jill stayed up late, reading by the soft glow of her desk lamp, while Wanda complained about the light. When Jill finally turned it off, Wanda started scrolling through her phone, the screen casting an irritating blue glow across the room.

“Can you not?” Jill snapped.

“It’s my room too,” Wanda retorted, pulling the blanket over her head but keeping her phone on.

By morning, Jill was already dreading the year ahead.

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A week later, the walls between them showed their first crack.

It happened after one of the dorm parties, a regular occurrence at Xavier. Jill had gone to keep an eye on her siblings, who were becoming far too comfortable mingling with the older students. Wanda, of course, had shown up with her soccer friends, basking in the attention of half the room.

Jill had just managed to drag her brother Charlie away from the beer-pong table when she spotted Wanda slipping out the back door. Something about the way she moved—hurried, tense—made Jill pause.

Against her better judgment, she followed.

She found Wanda sitting on the steps outside, her knees drawn to her chest, her shoulders trembling. Jill hesitated, unsure whether to approach.

“Fuck off, Walker,” Wanda muttered without looking up.

Jill ignored her and sat down anyway, leaving a careful distance between them. “What’s going on?”

“None of your business.”

Jill sighed. “You know, you’re allowed to not be okay. It doesn’t make you weak or whatever you’re afraid of.”

Wanda didn’t respond, but she didn’t tell Jill to leave either. They sat in silence for a while, the cool night air settling around them.

Finally, Wanda spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I think it’s my fault. That they died because of me.”

Jill turned to look at her, surprised. “Your parents?”

Wanda nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Jill didn’t know what to say. Instead, she reached out, placing a tentative hand on Wanda’s shoulder. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #enemies to lovers #best enemies #high school au #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #enemies to soulmates #og character

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daddyyy88 · 2 years ago

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Ari Levinson fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.5k

warnings: talks about periods, period cramps, reader is embarrassed about her period, ?

summary: Y/n tries to hide her period for her boyfriend Ari, but he always finds out the truth, and he’s not happy about it.

“Babe! Come on, mama, we got a busy day, what are you doing still in bed gorgeous girl?” Your loving, adorable bear cub of a boyfriend said as he came in. You sighed and sat up, running a hand through your hair. “Sorry, I’m just…I’m a little tired today I couldn’t really sleep” you said and he sighed.

He sat down, kissing your head as he handed you a cold glass of water. You gulped the thing down and he asked “what’s going on? Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded and smiled softly, patting his face.

He shook his head, a gorgeous grin peeking out of his full beard. He tapped your thigh and said “I want you out of this bed and ready to make beds for me in 15 minutes or you’re gonna be in trouble, baby” “ooh, really?” You challenged jokingly and he stood up, kissing your cheek.

“Yea, I’ll spank you” he threatened, a goofy grin telling you he wasn’t even slightly serious and threw a t-shirt at you, finding a pair of shorts and tossing those over too. You giggled and shook your head, watching him blow you a kiss.

You caught it, placing it right over your heart and he winked at you, running over to the kitchen to continue helping with breakfast. You sighed, falling back into bed.

You started your period last night and went to bed early so you could deal with the cramps and hopefully fall asleep before Ari came to bed but you had to fake sleep until you heard his gentle snores and spent majority of the night squirming around and trying to breathe through the pain. You had no way to relieve the pain out here, so all you could do was suffer and wait it out.

You didn’t want to bother Ari with these stupid girl problems, there are far more important things going on than your period cramps. You’re here to save lives, not whine about being in pain for just a few days.

You got up a few minutes later and got dressed, brushing your teeth and throwing your hair up in a messy bun. 20 minutes later you finally mustered up the strength to get up and start fixing up rooms.

You made beds, collected the laundry, cleaned up the bathroom, and even cleaned up the breakfast dishes and the mess in the kitchen for them. You were exhausted by the time you were done, and it took a lot longer than normal because the pain was unbearable.

You hadn’t seen Ari a whole lot and you were trying to avoid every one in general just because you didn’t want to have to talk about it. You honestly felt embarrassed, Rachel never seems to go through anything half as bad when she’s on her period.

“My love, those clothes you h- baby? Hey, hey y/n what’s wrong?” He said, you knew he was instantly worried because he said your name and his tone was enough to show how scared he was. Your face was scrunched up in pain and you were holding your stomach in some hope that maybe it’ll help the pain.

“I- I’m- ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes. He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and quickly trying to move your hand and see what was wrong. You whined, shaking his hand off.

“Please, y/n, you have to let me see. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He asked frantically. He was worried someone would get to you and hurt you because of your relationship to him or your job or any number of reasons to be quite honest.

“No, n-no, I’m okay! I-It’s…It’s stupid, Ari” you said, taking a deep breath and slowly opening your eyes, wiping away the tears. His eyebrows furrowed and he said “y/n! Why are you hiding something from me? I can see something is wrong- baby, you’re scaring me!”

“It’s just my period, Ari! It’s nothing, I’ll go get the laundry” you said, voice shaky and hands also shaky as you stood up slowly and tried to walk away. He stopped you, one hand on your arm and the other resting on the small of your back as he said “sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” You said quietly, you almost weren’t sure Ari knew what a period was, he didn’t seem like a guy who was very educated on women’s body’s, at least to you. “Why did you tell me you were having bad cramps? Is that why you stayed in bed late this morning? God, I knew something was off” he said and you cleared your throat.

“Ari, it’s stupid, and I’ve been going through this for years. I can still do my job, I’m fine” you said and he rolled his eyes. He scooped you up, making you jump a little as his strong arms plucked right off the ground in the blink of an eye.

He carried you to your room as he said “why would you say something like that, huh? I don’t care if you think this is something stupid, I think it’s serious. You’re in pain, my gorgeous girl, and just because a problem specific to girls doesn’t mean it’s not my problem at all. You're the love of my life, damn it, and I’m gonna take care of you cause it’s my job”

He laid you down in the bed, pulling your shorts off cause he knew you like to sleep without pants on, he swore it was just to tease him but you’d been sleeping that way since you were a teenager. “Next time, I want you to tell me when you’re in pain like this. God, I’m a terrible boyfriend. You shouldn’t be working, you need to rest. You want me to find you some snacks? We still have some strawberries from the shipment” he said and you smiled a little.

You shook your head and said “it’s- it’s fine, really” “babe, you’re killing me! Let me help you, darn it” he said and you both laughed. He leaned down and kissed you, caressing your stomach softly and you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and you tried to play it off but you couldn’t, a hiss escaping your pretty lips as you felt a few spasms in your back as if what was already happening wasn’t enough. “Awh, baby girl” he said and you shook your head, letting your head fall back onto the pillow.

He laid down next to you and you sighed, grabbing your back and trying to massage the pain away. He brushed your hair back and said “how can I help you?” “You don’t…think it’s gross? Or annoying?” You asked and Ari scoffed.

He sat up slightly, leaning against the wall as he said “y/n- what are you talking about? Why would I think it’s annoying? You can’t control it, and I’m an amazing boyfriend so obviously I’m gonna be here for you and take care of you. So, I ask again. How can I help?”

“I don’t know, Ari…I don’t think there’s anything to do but…suffer” you said and he smiled sadly. He cupped your cheeks and said “then suffer in my arms, yea?” You shook your head and nuzzled into his chest, placing a hand on his waist.

He kissed your head and said “how bad is it, huh?” “Well, I’m okay for now…but it’s pretty bad because it’s like the first day and stuff” you said and he nodded. You sighed and brushed his hair behind his hair, before Max ran in.

“What the hell are you doin, asshole? We got things to do, quit trying to risk a pregnancy in here” he said and you giggled, whilst Ari blushed in embarrassment. He chuckled and said “if you take care of my shit for me for the next few days I’ll do whatever you want for a week”

“Babe,” you said and he covered your mouth, making you squeal. Max rolled his eyes and said “whatever” before he left, closing the door for you. He moved his hand and you shook your head, smiling up at him. You could never actually be mad at him.

He caressed your cheek and your eyes squeezed shut, a pain sigh leaving your lips. “Sweetheart?” he said and you groaned, burying your face into his chest. He caressed your waist, letting you squeeze his arm.

“I’m sorry, babe” he whispered softly, running his hands through your hair. You whined and said “It’s…just- it’s so a-annoying” “I know, I know,” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You groaned, relaxing slightly as you took in a deep breath. “Just try to breathe through it, yea? I’m right here, my sweet girl” he said and you nodded, smiling a little. You cuddled closer to him and he held you tight, massaging your back just right, helping you fall asleep in his strong arms.

Taglist: @mrsevans90

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#the red sea diving resort #ari levinson #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x reader

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waitingandwishing · 9 months ago

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(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3) ~jealousy, jealousyyy~

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Willy Wonka🍫: Yo Are you free?

I’ve got karate Robby I can probably hang out later after if I’m free I’ll text you if I am

Willy Wonka🍫: Aren’t you forgetful? What if you’re free but forget to text me? 😔

Dont worry I wont forget!!! Maybe we could go get ice cream? Aw wait Karate's starting Bye Willy Wonka!

Willy Wonka🍫: Bye ❤️

Trixie smiled slightly before turning off her phone and putting it in her karate bag. “Hey, Trixie!” Miguel waved and Trixie waved back with a smile. Although she was conflicted about her feelings, she wasn’t about to put herself first over her friends.

Johnny came out of his office and yelled for everyone to get in line. Everyone, now dressed in white gis of their own, got into their places and waited for instructions. "Bow. Fighting positions." Johnny instructed. Everyone got into their positions as Johnny surveyed them, making sure everyone was standing the right way. Johnny walks over to Hawk and kicks his leg forward. "Stabilize your base, Hawk. Keep your balance. Full rotation when you strike." Johnny explained, showing him what he meant.

Hawk nodded and fixed his stance. "Yes, Sensei!"

Johnny turned one of the kids, making him flinch. "Did you just flinch, Virgin?" Johnny asked. The kid kept his eyes forward and didn't respond. Johnny went to the kid behind him and went at him, making him flinch as well. "Holy shit. We got a room full of flinchers." Johnny stated, looking around the room.

"Yes, Sensei." Everyone except Trixie yelled. Were they dumb? "That was not a question! Raise your hand if you've never been punched in the face."

Everyone except Trixie, Miguel, and Aisha raised their hands, making Johnny grimace. "Put your hands down. All your lives, you've been avoiding fights so you don't break your nose or lose a tooth. This concussion nonsense. So, there's only one solution, and that is before you leave this dojo, each and every one of you is gonna take a punch, very hard, to the face." Johnny stated.

Trixie looked at Miguel who was staring at Johnny horrified. "Ms. Robinson. Line em up. Unflinch this group." Aisha nodded as Johnny walked off to his office. She walked over to Virgin and cracked her knuckles, making him gulp.

She reared her arm back and punched him. A loud crack was heard and blood came spewing from his nose. The boy clutched his nose in pain. "Hey, I need to go talk to sensei. Can you take care of things here?" Miguel asked Trixie. She nodded.

"I've got it under control." She nodded, helping Virgin clean his nose. Miguel walked into Johnny's office and sighed.

"Hey, sensei, I need to ask you something," Miguel stated.

"First aid's under the counter. We got a bleeder?" Johnny asked, looking up from the magazine he was reading.

"No. Well, yeah, we do. There's a lot of blood, but this is about something else."

"What is it?"

"There's this girl at school..."

"Is she hot?"

"She's super smart-"

"Hot?"

"Funny and cool."

"Hot?"

"Yes, she's hot. Super hot."

"Nice."

"I think you'd really like her. She likes karate, and… I wanna ask her out, but I just don't know." Miguel said, slightly nervous about asking Sam out. Was it Sam?

"Don't know? What's there to think about? She's hot, and all those other things." Johnny stated, getting up from his desk.

"Well, yeah, but what if she says no?" Miguel asked.

"Never accept defeat, Diaz. There is no 'no.'"

"Pretty sure no means no."

"Yeah, if things are getting physical, no means no, but if you're just asking her out... you're a Cobra Kai. All the babes wanna date a Cobra Kai." A knock was heard at the door and the two looked up to see Trixie leaning against it, some blood on her gi. "Hey Sensei. We need some more bandages and tissues." She stated.

"Under the counter."

Trixie looked at the magazine in Johnny's hand and tilted her head. "Are we entering that tournament?" She asked, pointing to the page.

"I don't think we're ready yet." He replied.

A loud grunt was heard and the three looked over to see Hawk laying on the ground. "He's ok!" Aisha yelled.

"I'm ok. Just my tooth." He mumbled, getting off the ground. Trixie looked back at the two and they all shrugged. _____________________________________________________

Miguel, Aisha, and Eli (Now Hawk) sat down next to Trixie as they started stretching as well. “Aisha was talking to me about Sam and…” Miguel said, “I asked her out yesterday!”

Trixie widened her eyes, clearly shocked and slightly upset before giving him a supporting smile. “That’s amazing! You got a place in mind?” She asked.

“You could take her to get tattoos.” Hawk suggested. Trixie pursed her lips slightly as she did the splits.

“Is that even legal?” She asked quietly and Hawk shrugged and stood up, untying his white belt.

“I know a guy, just hooked me up with this bad boy.” He said and took off his shirt to reveal a hawk on his back. Trixie widened her eyes as she saw the large tattoo.

“Oh shit.” Miguel muttered.

“That is badass.” Aisha commented as she looked at Hawk in disbelief, after all, he switched up pretty quickly.

“Right? Fourteen hours in the chair.” Hawk smirked as he posed in one of the mirrors.

“Dude, your parents are gonna freak out if they see you have that tattoo.” Trixie chuckled, “There’s no way you’re getting past them.”

“Oh, they have no idea.” Hawk said, covering himself back up with the gi. “Definitely gonna have to wear a t-shirt until college. Probably longer.” He said and sat back down, “Please don’t tell them.”

Trixie stretched her other leg before Miguel spoke up again, “Uh… Any other suggestions?” He looked at Aisha curiously.

“Don’t look at me. Sam and I used to be friends. Not anymore.” She said bitterly.

“Okay, but I need your help.” Miguel sighed.

“Fine. Um… I know that she likes chocolate and astronomy.” Aisha said vaguely, “If you want more, go ask Trixie. Not me.”

Miguel turned to Trixie with a desperate smile and she sighed. “Well, I know that she used to go to this one place called Golf ‘N Stuff. They have an arcade there and you could probably win her something.”

“Thanks so much, Trixie.” Miguel smiled happily and Trixie felt her heart clench before moving onto doing a side split.

“No problem.” Trixie smiled slightly before twisting her torso and cracking her back.

“Banned?!” Everyone heard their sensei’s voice yell loudly. Miguel jumped up and Trixie quickly followed. “No, you don’t ban me! I’ll ban you!” He yelled loudly and slammed the phone down as Miguel and Trixie came into the office.

“Sensei, what’s going on?” Miguel asked, seeing the evident frustration in his tone.

“There’s a lifetime ban on Cobra Kai from entering the tournament.” Sensei Lawrence explained. Trixie widened her eyes.

“Since when were we going to be entering a tournament?” Trixie asked with a slightly confused expression, “And how is that fair on Cobra Kai?”

“Since now.” Sensei said, “And it’s not… There’s nothing I can do about it.” Sensei Lawrence sat down in his chair with a grunt.

"It's not. There's nothing I can do about it." Johnny sighed, sinking into his chair.

"What happened to 'never accept defeat?'" Miguel asked.

"This is different. This is the real world. There are rules." Johnny replied, waving his hands.

"Since when do you care about the rules? We don't take no for an answer, you said that! You gotta fight this." Trixie said, trying to encourage him.

"You know what? You're right. I'm gonna go down there..."

"Yeah."

"... And beat their asses."

"Yeah. Wait! No, no, no! That's not what we meant. Maybe there's a more delicate approach?" Miguel compromised and Johnny looked at him, unimpressed.

"The way of the fist is not delicate. Cobras are not delicate."

"Yes, yes, sorry. I… Forget delicate. I'm just saying, maybe there's a smarter way to fight back?"

Johnny looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" He asked. _____________________________________________________

“Hey.” Patrick knocked on Trixie’s door, “Unlock the door.”

Trixie looked up from her phone, unlocking her door with a guilty smile. “Sorry, I’ve gotta stop with the habit I know.” She said and Patrick nodded.

“You take your antidepressants today?” Patrick asked.

“Yes, Trick. Don’t worry about it.” Trixie answered with an eye roll and Patrick crossed his arms with an unimpressed look. She stared back at him before grumbling under her breath, “I skipped one day.”

Patrick shook his head with a sigh, “Did you take them today?” He asked and Trixie nodded, not looking at her brother as she went back to sitting in her desk chair and scrolling on her phone.

“Yes, don’t worry. I was just really busy yesterday, that’s all.” She gave her brother a reassuring smile and Patrick nodded once again before closing her bedroom door.

Trixie’s phone buzzed and she looked to see messages from Miguel and Robby.

Pinkie Pie 🐽: Hey! Come to the dojo! Good news!!!

Willy Wonka🍫: You forgot to text me 😔 Wanna hang out tonight???

She bit her lip before sending both of her friends text messages before sliding on a jacket and leaving her room.

_____________________________________________________

The door to the dojo opened and Miguel came running in, excitedly pulling his helmet off. "Ooh, who's the man?" He asked excitedly.

"I'm the man," Johnny replied. Miguel looked at him with a grin and raised eyebrows. "Oh shit. Are you the man too? Tell me you're the man."

Miguel tossed his backpack and helmet and spread out his arms. "I'm the man! I crushed the date!" Miguel yelled, running up to his sensei

"I crushed the committee meeting," Johnny replied back with a smile.

"So, Cobra Kai's in?"

"Hell, yeah, we're in. Cobra Kai's back, baby." Miguel and Johnny hugged before.

The door to the dojo swung open once again to reveal Trixie, who had a messily put jacket on and a tank top. It was weird, they’d never seen her wear short sleeves before.

“I came as soon as I could!” She smiled, “I heard something about good news?”

“Me and Sam kissed!” “We’re back in the All Valley Tournament!” Johnny and Miguel both said and Trixie wasn’t sure if she should’ve been happy or upset.

On one hand, HELL YEAH THEY WERE BACK IN THE TOURNAMENT! On the other, oh fuck one of my best friends and my crush (???) kissed. She decided to go with the first option. “Hell yeah! Let’s go!” She smiled and high-fived Johnny with a smile.

"All right, I'm gonna go grab us a soda. Do you want a Banquet?" Miguel asked, pointing at Johnny.

"No, no. This calls for a real toast." Johnny stated, walking into his office. He came back out with 3 cups and a bottle of wine. "The good stuff, for real men. And a woman." Johnny added the last part, making Trixie chuckle. He poured Trixie and Miguel a cup before pouring one for himself. Miguel sniffed the cup and gagged. "Drink it. It'll put hair on your balls." Johnny stated, making Trixie groan in disgust.

"Is that a good thing?" Miguel asked, slightly confused.

"No," Trixie replied with a grimace.

"To Cobra Kai." Miguel toasted.

"Never accept defeat," Johnny added.

"And striking first." Trixie said as the three hit their cups together before taking a swig. Miguel and Trixie's faces turned into disgust while Johnny downed his with ease. "Well, I'm never drinking again," She said, her voice raspy.

"You'll get used to it." Johnny shrugged. "Since we're entering the tournament, you two need to train harder."

She nodded, coughing roughly as she got another text message, probably from Robby.

Willy Wonka🍫: You forgot to text me 😔 Wanna hang out tomorrow night???

Yeah totally! Where’d you wanna go?

Willy Wonka🍫: Heard there was a pretty cool restaurant downtown

We could totally go! I can give you my address and you can pick me up? Or I can pick you up

Willy Wonka🍫: What gentlemen would I be if I didn’t pick you up? But yes, I don't have a license so you might have to pick me up

Trixie chuckled at the text message, catching Miguel’s attention. “What’re you laughing at?” He asked curiously. She shrugged.

“Nothing, just a friend.” She smiled and Miguel looked over her shoulder to see her text messages.

“Willy Wonka?” Miguel said with a confused frown. Trixie shrugged the look off and nodded.

“It’s an inside joke I guess. We’re going to that new restaurant downtown since he invited me.” She explained and Miguel nodded, staying silent which Trixie frowned slightly weird.

“Just by yourselves?” He asked and Trixie nodded, slightly confused by his question.

“Um, yeah. I mean, it’s not like we can afford more food for people.” She smiled and Miguel slightly chuckled, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Trixie changed the subject, not knowing why he was starting to get so touchy about it. “Anyways, do you think we’ll win the All Valley?”

“Totally, we’re Cobra Kai.” Miguel said, holding out his fist to which Trixie fist-bumped him with a nod.

“Well, I guess if we do win and it’s just us left, we’ll have to face each other, right?” Trixie asked and Miguel raised an eyebrow.

“What? Think you can beat me?” He asked and Trixie shrugged with a teasing smirk.

“I dunno, do you think I could beat you?” _____________________________________________________

“Hey, Sam!” Trixie waved as Sam opened the door. The blue-eyed girl smiled wide.

“Hey, Trix. You’re just in time for dinner, did you wanna stay? We have enough for everyone.” She offered and Trixie shook her head as she walked inside the house.

“Nah, I’m just here to pick up my sweater.” Trixie said before giving Sam a pointed look. “That you stole by the way.”

“Oh come on, you have a good sense of style!” Sam said and Trixie crossed her arms with a fake unimpressed look.

“Thank you, but your compliments are gonna get you nowhere, Miss LaRusso.” Trixie winked, “Anyways, I would like to stay but I’ve got somewhere to-” Trixie was interrupted by her phone pinging and looked to see it was Robby once again.

Willy Wonka🍫: Hey, sorry to cancel so quickly but something came up Maybe we could go next week??

Trixie gave the text a funny look before shrugging and turning back to Sam, “Sure, why not? I guess I’m free now.” She said and Sam giggled.

“That’s great! I actually have someone for you to meet.” She dragged Trixie to their backyard before setting her down at the table. Robby and Trixie made eye contact and widened their eyes. “Robby, this is-”

“Bea.” Robby finished her sentence and Sam shot Trixie a confused look.

“We were gonna hang out tonight.” Trixie explained and Sam nodded.

“Well, at least we can skip the introductions, right?” She smiled and Trixie nodded.

“I still need my sweater back by the way.” The two-toned haired girl pointed out and Sam shot her a sheepish smile.

“Nice to see you again, Bea.” Robby waved and Trixie nodded.

“Good to see you’ve still got the haircut, Willy Wonka.” She said and Sam laughed while Robby scoffed.

“Willy Wonka?” Sam shot Robby a glance with a smirk and Robby huffed.

“This is bullying.” He rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

“Hey, Trixie! Nice to see you again.” Sam’s dad interrupted their conversation with a smile as he patted her shoulder, “This is-”

“They already know each other.” Sam interrupted her dad and Daniel stared slightly before shrugging with a smile.

“Well, it’s a small world.” He smiled as the family sat down.

Miguel rode his bike to the LaRusso house, hoping to talk to Sam's dad. That's all they needed, a talk. He threw his bike onto the ground and started heading for the front door when he heard laughter coming from the backyard.

Tilting his head in confusion, he walked to the backyard and stopped at what he saw. “You had to have fallen off more than once!” Sam giggled as Robby recalled his training session with Daniel earlier.

“Look, I slipped once, but I caught myself and climbed back up, so it doesn’t count.” Robby said and Trixie rolled her eyes.

“If you slipped, then why’d you have to climb back up? You catch yourself and balance but if you climb back up that means you fell.” Trixie pointed out and Robby rolled his eyes.

“Of course Bea out of all people takes Sam’s side.” Robby sighed. Miguel did a double-take, Bea? He knew that it was one of her nicknames she allowed people to call her but everyone usually called her Trixie.

What was so special about this Robby guy that he could call her that? And didn’t she have a date with that ‘Willy Wonka’ guy? Miguel sighed, maybe Robby was that guy… He felt his heart drop. Not only did his girlfriend have another guy over but he had his best friend wrapped around his finger. He wasn't sure which bothered him more…

#cobra kai x oc #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #miguel diaz x oc #miguel x reader #miguel x oc #miguel diaz x reader

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underratedandoverit · 2 years ago

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Welcome Home

640 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just something short and sweet. just fluff if even that. i just needed to do something tonight, its been like a week since ive done anything and even longer since ive posted, tho reasons for that are varied (aka im sick, i was in london, had to prep things for london, and have been working on a few longer things that i wanna post in full when they are done so posting has been kinda lacking recently due to that, but things are coming eventually!). but heres this. just something short. yay ~

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Cassidy carefully pushed the front door open after unlocking it, pulling the sunglasses from his face as he stepped inside. His heart had already sank a little as the taxi had pulled him up to the front yard and all the lights inside had been out, knowing that he was coming back to a silent, asleep house. Cassidy had been hoping that there was at least one lit room on the other side of the house, but when he got inside to total darkness and silence, he deflated a little bit more at his hopeful thoughts.

Damn those delayed flights.

He parked his suitcases in the hallway, carefully taking off his shoes. The jean jacket likewise came off, leaving him standing there in the darkness for a while as Cassidy contemplated his next step.

Soon enough he ditched any extra thoughts though, knowing that he was too tired to fix up a snack or too hopeful in thinking that Kip would still be awake to greet him. Cassidy had told him that he would have been back home twelve hours ago originally, and after all the flight delays he just hadn’t been sure anymore, and eventually Kip had just stopped texting him about it after one last time.

“I’ll be waiting whenever you get here. I love you. Fly safe.”

Cassidy had known there was no way Kip was still going to be awake by the time he actually got back, but something about it still stung a little. Maybe it was just because he was tired, overworked, had just spent a ridiculous amount of time waiting at a goddamn airport and then on a flight just to get back home… Maybe it was all of those things combined.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Cassidy quietly headed upstairs, hoping to at least catch some sleep finally if nothing else. They could have their sweet reunion moment in the morning, a few hours later than he had hoped, but it was better than nothing. He had already held on for a few days, a few more hours was an easy enough thing to do.

Pushing the bedroom door open as quietly as possible, a small smile climbed up on his lips as Cassidy spotted the sleeping figure in the bed, even in the very dim room knowing exactly what he was looking at. As Kip didn’t react to him stepping inside the room, Cassidy assumed him to be fast asleep already. He didn’t blame Kip, it was the dead hours of the night after all.

Moving to the side of the bed he sat down on it, undoing the top layer of the clothes he was wearing. No matter how tired he was, sleeping in jeans and socks especially was a huge no for him, Cassidy just casually dropping the pile of clothes to the floor, making a mental note to clean them up in the morning. He carefully pulled the blanket aside from his side of the bed, making sure to not disturb Kip’s peaceful sleep as Cassidy settled down on his spot, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he was finally laying down after hours of agonizing travel issues.

As sleep had almost claimed him, Cassidy could feel the bed shift under him slightly, soon enough a familiar pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He smiled a little as he felt another body pressing against his back, a tired, slightly accented voice mumbling against the back of his neck, clearly barely conscious himself.

“Welcome home, Clementine.”

Cassidy reached a hand to the back of his neck, running it through Kip’s hair as the Brit snuggled closer against him. He didn’t reply anything back to him, knowing they were both too exhausted for conversations right now, and they had the entire tomorrow to catch up again.

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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marikos-diary · 8 months ago

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I got not one but two ash trays! The exact make and model I had before. I got one black one and one white one. The white obe is the one I really want, but it won’t be here until November. And black one can be here on Monday. So I just have to get through the weekend of smoking either out back or in my car.

I just got back from going out, too! I was very anxious on the walk to my car and the way to the place and I felt like I was going to throw up. But I made it there safely, had a smoke in the parking lot, and then went through the drive through and got two sodas how I like. The ladies at the place I go every day are so nice to me so it wasn’t too bad. I did have a smoke on the way back since I still felt very anxious about driving in general.

There’s many things I would like to do today. I would like to open the windows once it hits 58-60 outside because I enjoy the fresh air. I would like to use my bath wipes and change my underwear. I would like to stay inside except for smoking. I don’t want to go anywhere else today. Further, I would like to vacuum and wipe down my counters and table surfaces. Friday is usually my cleaning day but I was far too upset to take care of anything then. If I can’t get all the surfaces done, then maybe just my end table. It always ends up getting some coffee or soda splatter on it. I wipe it off with a tissue but it would be good to wipe it down. I also want to make my bed, which I was able to do yesterday. It just feels so much cozier to climb into a made bed.

I’d also like to do something fun today. Maybe watch an episode of a show, or read a book. My books are still all packed up, so that second one is kind of tricky. And I reschedule my bookshelf delivery because I didn’t know when I would be waking up today. They were supposed to arrive sometime today but dealing with the buzzer and buzzing someone in and having people in here sounded too stressful so I moved it out another week. Again.

Speaking of buzzers, I think I am going to change my grocery and food delivery instructions to say that I will meet them at the front door. I don’t want to hear that buzzer anymore. It is too stressful for me. I’ve also decided that unless it is an emergency I am no longer calling maintenance. They were in here multiple times a week fixing things the first two months of living here because the complex never did a walkthrough I guess. They were here all the time. I’m not doing that anymore. I don’t want anyone in my apartment. I want it to be my safe space. No one else allowed. That sounds nice to me. My old therapist would have something shitty to say about it about me needing to rejoin society but he didn’t know me or what I’ve been through. I think it is very reasonable to not want people in my apartment. Not even mom for a while. Maybe for the doctor who Christmas special though. I will think about that one. So, to summarize, unless I absolutely need to I will not be calling maintenance. They knock on the doors too loud and they are loud and I don’t want them here. I know at some point there will be a mandatory inspection. I can talk about that in therapy and work on being okay with letting them in. But hopefully that isn’t for many many months. And maybe I’ll get lucky and I will be « invited to leave the community » by then. That is seriously what I am hoping for.

As an update on the door locking saga, I made an honest one star review under my name on Google reviews. It detailed all of the issues I have been having with this building and how management doesn’t care about safety and security and just ignores you when you email them about legitimate concerns. So, I posted that on Tuesday. On Wednesday the company responded and said some bullshit. Later that same day the guy in the office who has bbeen ignoring me called me. I let it go to voicemail and emailed him to let him know that I would need everything in writing. He emailed back that pest control was on site and asked if they could enter my apartment. lol. I said no but I am home. Pest control showed up, sprayed for fruit flies, didn’t even mention the ants I see every week and the roach I saw when I moved on. What a joke. I emailed Tyler and CCed his boss Charlotte to express my disappointment that my pest problems were not resolved. Didn’t get anything in return. Started researching pest companies I could just pay on my own. That was Wednesday.

Thursday afternoon I got an email on their official letterhead from Charlotte stating that pest control had been scheduled to come deal with the infestations on a weekly basis until I choose to cancel it. I do not think this is good enough, because they should have taken care of it before the unit was leased. Charlotte also told me that my neighbors had received a notice not to tamper with the building door or prop it open and that maintenance would check the doors every weekday morning and afternoon. This still did not feel good enough but it was progress in the right direction. It wasn’t good enough to make me feel safe.

So, they did that on Friday. I assume they removed some objects because I saw them laying in the hall as litter right inside the door on my way out around 4pm. Whatever. I have a security system now. It was armed. Anyway, I came home at 8:30pm and found the building lock had once more been tampered with. As if that’s a surprise. The lock had cardboard jammed into it abd taped over with blue painters tape. I sent a pretty angry email to Charlotte and Tyler to inform them that this solution of theirs was not adequate and detailed for them how unsafe I felt as a single disabled woman. I told them in no uncertain terms that stress from this issue is complicating my disabilities and interfering with my ability to function. I asked them what they would do to permanently solve the issue.

I expect that I will hear nothing in return. I truly do not think they care. So, I am resolved to leave the apartment as little as possible until my lease ends. Only to get smokes and sodas, or go to the door to pick up delivery orders. Because if I stay here, then the chain is on the door and it can’t be forced open as easily. They’d have to rip the chain out of the wall. Which is like? Possible, but unlikely. And even if they did, my alarm system would go off and the police would be called. So I feel comfortable enough as long as I am physically home. Therefore, I will not be leaving very much at all. I have to protect the cats, you know?

So that’s the update on that. It’s a whole thing and I am so stressed about it that I am having chest pain and throwing up from anxiety. My mom thinks I am wasting my breath emailing them and that we should have a lawyer draft a letter to them. I’m inclined to agree. That would make me feel better. But that takes time. This last email was probably my last email to the complex about it. I’ll save them and give them to the lawyer when it’s time for that.

In other news, I am cutting down on the notifications I get on my phone. I use a task reminder list but it is very shouty at me and overwhelming so I am trying to find a way to keep using it because it is helpful without it being so loud. I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.

Also I have yet to text my mom today. I worry the notification when she texts me back will be upsetting. I’m crying already just thinking about it. So no good morning text for mom.

And I’m not texting Charlie because I am upset at her. I begged and pleaded with her for help and advice and she didn’t respond. I get that she is having troubles because of her mental health and texting is hard, but like really? That’s super not okay to me. I feel abandoned and I don’t think she even cares. I’ve tried to be patient and understanding but I am in crisis and needed her and made that known and she couldn’t respond to even that or react to the message to let me know it had been read and I wasn’t alone. I don’t know. I am very upset about that. I am kind of angry but mostly I feel abandoned which is a massive trigger. I haven’t SHed over it yet but I am holding back tears as I type this.

I feel like I’m going to throw up and I am very tense. Ugh. I probably won’t be able to get any cleaning stuff done today.

And now I am crying a bunch because all I want is to have a friend who responds. But I don’t have any friends that respond. I have no one. And if even Charlie can’t respond, how am I able to trust other people and make friends? I am completely alone and I want to die. I am miserable. All I have are my cats. I am completely alone.

Alone.

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dohomeworkstuff-blog · 1 year ago

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M2- emptying my head

The coffee is starting to kick in and I will enjoy the feeling for maybe an hour or two because I get woozy and too hyper to be comfortable lol Such a bad habit but I’m so tired without it and tend to get a headache. I choose the warm,black, delicious coffee. Lol

So yep,I deleted my main Facebook page. I have my family one also but am rarely on there. If I did still have my fb,I’d be scrolling aimlessly now and seeing all the same old stuff. Facebook in the older days it seemed people actually talked about themselves and were open but it’s not the same. It’s all memes now and good morning posts, happy birthday posts etc etc and filtered pics day after day ,mostly woman lol How many pics does one person need? It’s crazy.. and the men fill the comments like sniffing dogs or something. Being a woman I know when pics are posed just right or altered but men or most men don’t seem to care. I’ve just been feeling negative energy around there and I’m already stressed from stuff here and my own stuff going on. Added to the stress list is I used a buy now pay later app to get food yesterday! We had no food! I had about $12 bucks and no car or ride and am stuck.. so I got a BK bundle for 3 people. I couldn’t leave 2 others out. One has no money and my sister is already burdened with vet bills. I now owe over $40 made in four payments to this app. For one stinkin meal. I HAD to eat. I had to use a survey site that pays out right away to PayPal and lets you cash out at anytime. I already had $5 in my Chime so I made $7 bucks taking surveys to get a meal and some energy back. I need my meat. Lol The 4th person who lives here feeds herself,has money and is vegan. I felt like I did a little something in my dizzy haze but the reality is now I have to pay off a quick fix meal. Makes me feel so terrible. Ended up last night my sister gave person 3 some money to go to grab a few groceries so NOW there’s food, go figure. Sometimes this happens. Nobody says just hang on, we’re going to get some stuff so don’t buy any delivery anywhere OR give me your card and I’ll grab you a few things. Nah, doesn’t work that way and our communication here leaves a lot to be desired. Being “off the grid” for three days and I’m liking it. The problem is the 2 people I talk too almost daily. A girl friend and a guy friend. Been sort of fading fast from them.. the guy well, I just don’t wanna complain and I will. I’m in a bad funk and don’t want to bring him down and the girl,I’m just closing off. Everytime I open up, her responses rub me wrong lately. Some is her and some is how I’ve been feeling lately. I told her I’m going off the grid but I think she took that as only Facebook as she’s still trying to text me. Person 4 just got up and said “Do you plan on cleaning today?” Sheesh.. I controlled myself and said yes and that person 1 already woke me talking to herself about the house needing an extreme clean. I clean about every other day and I just did but for some reason it gets bad again so fast and we are 4 women. It should not always get this way in one day. It’s insane. Nobody washes their dishes or loads them right away and it piles up. The kitchen is my least favorite house chore. It’s frustrating that it cannot be kept up and then I’m looked at like I’m the culprit of everything house related. Nobody understands how I feel and what I deal with say in and day out. I’m going to go start the kitchen. Put on Tubi for sound and get it going. It’s the hardest room in this tiny house and I like to knock it out first. I’ll be back babbling I’m sure. Happy Saturday though. 😁

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thecircularsystem · 11 months ago

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This is actually something I’ve been having to work out in therapy, only I never really thought of phrasing it like “being taken care of” explicitly. I’ve used that phrasing, but the overarching thought behind it is “being a burden.”

There’s multiple levels to that mentality. The first level is timing for me. Growing up, when I was sick, I was taken care of, and that was okay. That was the time I was allowed to be a burden, and my parents doted on me. But every other time, as I got older, when I wasn’t sick? I had to take care of things, or else I was a burden at the wrong time.

The second level was perfectionism. If I was not good at something, I was taught to just let others do it (as they berated me for not doing better). I was told repeatedly that I wasn’t good at cleaning, so others did it for me. I was told I wasn’t good at lifting, or fixing things, or even showering, and so others did it for me. If I wasn’t good at it, someone else handled it.

Now, I’m 26, and laundry takes me twice as long as anyone else I know, because I read the instructions on each piece of clothing to feel confident that I’m doing it right. I cried all through college anytime I had to do the dishes, because I knew — I knew somehow, in the trauma of my memories — my roommates must hate my guts for wasting their time since they’d just have to fix my poor washing job later. God forbid I keep my room clean now. And it’s worse because my parents constantly told me I would fail as an adult because I never did any of the things I needed to do, all of the things I struggle with now.

It’s hell. It’s literal abject hell.

But it’s also fixable. And that’s what I have to keep in mind, particularly when faced with someone giving me help. I was taught to see people offering help as a condemnation of myself; “How dare you be so burdensome that I have to do everything.” It’s been so hard in my relationship, because my fiancé is just so incredibly willing to help. They want my life to be better, so they want to help me when I’m struggling.

So, to chime in with just a few things I’ve spoken to my therapist about:

Step one is figuring out what you are strong at — with no rules. No need for your strengths to be “productive” or “useful.” Just figure out what you’re strong at, and do that, and praise yourself for doing it well. For me, it’s my writing. I can praise myself for that for days now, despite all my life berating myself for not being more useful.

Step two is turning your shame into being humbled, particularly about new things. He always tells me this story of the time he tried to pick up tennis, and the beginner course felt so demeaning and shameful, when really, it was just someone teaching him the basics. He felt shame about needing to be taught how to hold his wrist, because “shouldn’t I know this? I hate to waste their time.” He turned that feeling around into being humble. “These people are so wonderful for taking the time to share their knowledge.” Now when my partner helps me, I have to try and change my thinking to be grateful while simultaneously not putting them up on a pedestal. (This is not easy in the slightest).

Do it scared is a huge motto for me now. You kinda have to. If you don’t ever take that first step to try something, despite how scared you are (of whatever you’re scared of — maybe rejection, or pain, or ‘doing it wrong’) then you’ll never learn how to even try it. My partner has been working on our new house, and I keep freezing because there’s so many things I’ve never done before. I’m terrified I’ll do something wrong. But if I don’t do it, our house won’t be finished being repaired before the school year starts, and that’s our hopeful deadline for moving in. I NEED to do it, and I can’t let fear stop me.

I think that’s all I’ve got in me for a response, but I love the post Feathers. Thanks for speaking up about it. It’s honestly a relief to hear others struggle with the whole accepting help thing, and with learning those lost skills. I suggest to everyone out there like this to invest in some good YouTube tutorials lol.

Honestly a skill that many develop that can be easily missed for those that grew up in abusive or neglectful home is the skill of "receiving / being taken care of" and I really dont see people providing advice or "explain it to me like Im a toddler because I am emotionally at or BELOW that level of understanding it"

And I know in a lot of trauma spaces, people struggle with learned helplessness and/or not knowing how to care for themselves; but I think its important to acknowledge how fucking HARD and confusing and difficult it is to learn - as an adult - how to receive care, attention, or help.

I find, from observation of others, its something that comes a lot more naturally and almost like breathing when someone offers or begins to help out and logically, I know it is easy to break down the steps to 1) someone gives help 2) you accept it (here we are ignoring the entirely other difficult skill of asking for help which is a whole seperate but related thing)

But its like... really not that simple, because even if you physically "accept" the help and they help you, thats only like the surface level application of the skill / concept and ugh

I dont really have the words for it atm and am mostly venting but man, 8 years of therapy and its still such a hard concept and skill for me to learn, apply and integrate into my life. I think - of all the skills I missed due to my trauma and upbringing - its the skill I struggle with the most

(open for anyone to add their two cents on)

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oolongteaboba · 2 years ago

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# ◞ ˚ ─ RED LACE (OR LACK THEREOF)

info. rocket raccoon/f!reader smut. est. 3.2k words.

you and rocket share the same bunk, so you've been wearing nothing but a shirt to get his attention. and who knows? he might like you back.

a/n. hi hello first actual post on here! quick comment for the fingering part, just pretend rocket stole peter's nail clippers LMAO, i forgot to clarify that while writing whoops. also, you can alternatively read the fic here on ao3.

In the past year you’ve spent with the guardians and living on the Milano, you began to appreciate each of them unconditionally; you were family, and they were yours. Peter, a Terran like you, was a great conversationist, and you bonded over things you missed from Earth. Gamora’s intimidating sometimes, but she acts like the sister you never had and has your best interests in mind. You haven’t known Mantis for long, but she’s kind and gentle; plus, she’s starting to warm up to you. Drax is some fun company, although most of your jokes fly over his head. Groot clings onto you like a puppy, and the sprout insists on sitting between you and Rocket during dinnertime. And well, Rocket is… Rocket.

Aboard the Milano, you shared a small bunk with Rocket and Groot. Tonight, Groot was in Gamora’s bunk since she had Groot-bedtime-story-duty tonight, so you and Rocket had the already cramped bunk to yourselves. Sharing a room with the two of them wasn’t entirely terrible, but you do have to deal with Rocket’s tech stuff being scattered all over the floor.

His bed wasn’t too far from yours, with the space between you only about two feet. He’s working on a new set of blasters; you’re laying in bed on your back with your right leg over the left. After being engrossed with his equipment for who knows how long, Rocket looks up from his machinery to glance at you.

“Christ, does it hurt to put on some pants for once?” Rocket interjects, and you turn your head toward him.

“We share a room together. You’ve seen me change before, and that never fazed you. Besides, Groot isn’t even here. It’s just us.” He only replies with a huff and an eye roll. “Besides, why do you care so much?”

Rocket scoffs, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. “I’m not the one walking around in a loose shirt and fuckin’ red lacy underwear.”

You avert your eyes from his as your cheeks grow hot, and you pull the hem of your shirt down mid-thigh to preserve your already damaged dignity.

“It’s all that was clean,” you mutter below your breath, just loud enough for him to hear, although from the look on his face, he doesn’t believe you. “Plus, it’s hot in here, Rocket. The air conditioning isn’t working correctly, we’re in space, and you haven’t fixed it yet,” you reply, uncrossing your legs. He inhales sharply, returning to his blaster.

“I told you already, I don’t have the right parts yet,” he snaps at you. “Go fix it yourself if you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”

“So the oh-so-great Rocket Raccoon can build bombs from scrap material but can’t fix the AC unit?”

“I ain’t a raccoon,” he snarls, and it takes every fiber in your body to resist the urge not to continue teasing him. “And I told you this shit already: we don’t have the needed parts.”

“Y’know, maybe I’ll start walking around with pants on if the air conditioning is fixed.”

Rocket exhales and lets out a small pfft that almost sounds like a quiet laugh. “You’re bein’ whinier than Quill right now, know that?”

“You’re so sweet to me, Rocket. Have I mentioned you’re the kindest person on this ship?” You smile, albeit sarcastically, and the corners of his mouth instinctively curl up in response. You catch his brief smile for a fleeting moment and make eye contact, but he promptly looks away in embarrassment.

(You might tease him about it later, though. He’s smiling because of you.)

“Go to sleep, doll.” Rocket absentmindedly shoves the machinery onto his makeshift nightstand with a slight grin still etched on his features. His disposition has improved in the past year; he smiles a lot more, though he tries to hide it, and the guardians have noticed. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

“What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?” His eyes look into yours, albeit briefly, and they’re warm, brown, and pretty, and you internally berate yourself for not noticing them sooner.

“Nah. You Terrans need more sleep than I do. And you look terrible, by the way.” You fail at attempting to stifle a giggle at his sudden change in demeanor, which Rocket barely notices.

“Aw, thank you, Rocket. Love you too.” Your eyelids flutter, and you pull a blanket over your body. “You might not be Terran, but you should sleep too, y’know. You’re always reprimanding Groot for staying up late, you hypocrite.”

Rocket’s features soften; he shoots you a toothy grin, although there’s a thought nagging at you, telling you there’s more than just sarcasm in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. G’night, doll.”

You shoot Rocket a smile that’s brighter than the damn sun before shutting your eyes. Unfortunately, you’re asleep before you can say ‘good night’ back.

Three nights later, tonight is Drax’s turn for Groot-bedtime-story-duty.

The temperature in the Milano isn’t as nearly inhabitable as last time, all because of you and Quill’s endless pleas for the AC to be fixed. Thankfully, Peter hates absurdly hot weather just as much as you do. Either that or hatred of heat is a Terran thing. Somehow, the broken air conditioning didn’t affect the other non-Terran guardians on the ship as much.

Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together plays faintly in the background; you’re lounging on your bunk, back against the mattress, as you read one of Quill’s childhood comic books when the door opens, and Rocket enters your shared bunk.

As soon as he walks in, Rocket scoffs and rolls his eyes. “For the love of god, I fixed the AC as you asked. Put some goddamn pants on.”

“Hello to you too, Rocket,” you give him a smile before continuing reading, too focused on Quill’s comic book to notice Rocket’s blatant gawking at your exposed legs. Your leg props up on the other, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. “And I said maybe I’ll wear pants.”

He jumps in bed, setting Quill’s helmet at the foot of his bunk. After a job that included killing Abilisks, Peter reluctantly handed it over to Rocket for some significantly postponed repairs and upgrades.

“You’re lucky, know that? You’re the only person on this ship besides Groot whose shit I tolerate.”

“I love you too, Rocket. Although, I’m pretty sure you’d shoot Quill if he started walking around the Milano with no pants on,” you answer, eyes still glued to the comic book.

“The only difference is that Quill isn’t the one walking around in his underwear.”

“Rocket, I honestly can’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s been days since you won’t shut up about it,” you reply, setting Quill’s comic on top of your nightstand.

Rocket looks at you before sighing defeatedly, with some feeling that you can’t put your finger on captured in his eye. You swallow your spit, and Rocket returns to his bold, unapologetic self.

“Fine. Fuckin’ hell, we get it, it’s your bunk, and you can do whatever the hell you want-”

He pauses. Rocket’s eyes trail down from your face to your body, taking in every inch of your revealed skin.

However, it’s too late for you to realize what exactly Rocket’s ogling at.

“Are you… not wearing anything under that shirt?”

You blink, promptly closing your legs (undoubtedly knowing it won’t do or change anything). The already small space between your bunk and Rocket’s seems even smaller. Your heartbeat picks up in your chest; Rocket is still rendered speechless. You’ll never hear the end of it, you swear. His gaze meets yours, but you don’t answer. What feels like an eternity passes before Rocket speaks up, breaking the silence.

“You dirty fuckin’ girl,” he swears, his tone both degrading and impressed. Rocket steps down from his bunk and closer to yours, his eyes drinking you in. From the look on his face, he looks as if he’s about to devour you whole.

“Rocket.”

Hesitantly, Rocket steps back, giving you space. “Shit, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Tell me to leave, and I will.” He’s reluctant, although the tent in his pants slowly grows, and he isn’t hiding it well. “We can forget about this.”

“Wait,” you immediately protest before rationale can stop you, grabbing his wrist before he can pull away and leave. “You can stay.”

From the look on his face, it doesn’t take him much convincing. He knows what you’re thinking of (and knows what you want). Rocket tenses; a few moments pass before he speaks up, unsure of what to do next.

“Can I touch you?”

You groan in response, both desperately and unashamedly. Both your voice and body are tempting, practically inviting Rocket in. He’s thought of you like this: both in daydreams and dreams, but he never would’ve imagined the moment (or you) to be more perfect. “Please, Rocket. I need you so damn badly.”

(Rocket’s definitely gonna bring this up later. However, anything but him is entirely off your mind.)

He gladly complies, and his hands go underneath your shirt to meet your chest before massaging your breasts. The sensation of his paws is foreign but welcome, one hand playing with your nipple as his tongue swirls around the other, gently nipping at your flesh. He continues sucking, maintaining eye contact while your face burns from the intimacy.

The sound of Rocket’s mouth leaving your tits makes an explicit and wet pop sound, and drool pools in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, doll, I’ve been thinkin’ of doing this forever. Couldn’t stop thinking about you since I got a look at that pair of that red, lacy underwear of yours and could barely keep my fuckin’ hands off.”

Rocket continues his ministrations on your chest, with one hand traveling down to your thigh, close to your puffy clit. You elicit a formerly suppressed moan from your lips, much to Rocket’s inflated ego. His pace is slow and teasing as if he’s waiting for you to break and beg for him to quicken his pace.

“Shit, you’re so pretty like this, all for me,” Rocket whispers in an intonation you can barely hear, almost impressed by how receptive and eager you are for his touch. The ache between your thighs gradually amplifies from his praises, and you weaken at his attention. Your breath quickens as his fingers trail up your thigh and languidly circles around your needy clit. All words are stripped from your tongue, leaving you unable to speak. Rocket’s fur almost tickles your skin as he marks love bites on you, hard enough to bruise.

“Fuh- fuck, Rocket, you feel so damn good,” you pant, air seemingly wrung out of your lungs. “I need-”

You’re cut off by Rocket giving your cunt a firm spank, drawing out an embarrassingly vocal moan. “Need what, dollface?” He grins with a look of pride planted on his face as he gives your breasts and cunt much-needed attention, albeit slowly.

“I need you inside me,” you mewl, your cheeks feeling hot from the humiliation. You know Rocket knows what you want; he’s eager to give it but wants to hear you beg for it first.

Somehow, his grin grows even more. His slow circling on your clit stops, and you audibly groan, wordlessly begging for him to continue. “I’ve barely touched ya, and you already want my cock inside?”

“Fuck you, Rocket,” you huff, heat building inside your lower abdomen and goosebumps growing on your skin. “Please, I need you.”

He slips a paw inside your dripping cunt, and it takes a few seconds to get used to the new feeling. “Gotta be patient, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you’re like that, know that?”

You nod, relishing the feeling of his fingers finding your G-spot, then slowly curling upwards. Though his hands lack girth, he makes up for it with agility.

“Was this 'no panties' stunt all for me, dollface?”

“Yes. All for you, Rocket,” you answer absentmindedly, too focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. Rocket’s fingers develop a languid rhythm, scissoring and stretching your walls to fit his cock. You bite your lip to keep back a whimper but fail. With every movement from Rocket, you feel yourself melting into the blankets and mattress, reduced to putty in Rocket’s hands.

“Keep going,” you mutter, surprised at your current capability to form words. Rocket’s fingers gently press against your G-spot, eliciting a moan. “G-go faster, Rocket.”

Instead of speeding up as you hoped, he completely stops, leaving you to writhe underneath him. You tense up, missing the blissful sensation of his paws working inside you. “What happened to you saying ‘please,’ huh? You can do better than that, dollface.”

You tighten around his fingers, and you can practically feel the grin on his face as he waits for your pleas. “God, fuck, Rocket, you know damn well what you’re doing to me,” you groan, heavy breaths interrupting almost every word.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he retorts, savoring the desperation all over your face. Eager to feel more of him, you steadily move your hips, fucking yourself onto his fingers in response to his refusal. “Beg me for it, and I’ll fuck you, just like you wanted.”

“Please, Rocket? I need you to fuck me, please; I want your cock inside me so goddamn badly- please just fuck me already-”

Rocket, convinced by your pleas, complies and interrupts you by undoing his clothing and unzipping his pants while you whimper at the sudden removal of his now-soaked fingers.

He lines his hips up with yours, the look on his face ravenous; he finally pushes into you slowly. You’re left to grip tightly on his shoulders, watching as his cock disappears into you. He’s smaller than an average male human but relatively girthy, and you feel his tip brush against your G-spot. You whimper from his entrance, feeling full as he completely bottoms you out, massaging your inner walls.

Rocket’s breath hitches as he slowly starts to work you open, his hands spreading your thighs apart for better access. He groans, setting a languid pace as he ruts into your warm and inviting cunt. You raise your hips a little higher in response, aching to feel more of him. His current tempo is sloppier than before, now being guided by his pleasure instead of yours alone. The wet sound of Rocket’s hips rolling into yours is pornographic and explicit; you can hear him fucking in and out of your cunt. You’re sure that your wetness has gotten all over Rocket’s fur by now, but at the moment, he doesn’t mind.

One of his hands leaves your thigh to offer attention to your swollen clit, gently circling around it, while the other hand grips you harshly. Rocket becomes noticeably more vocal as his pace quickens, albeit opting for low grunts and moans. The pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and your lower lip trembles as you grip the bunk’s bedsheets.

“Shit, Rocket, you feel so good,” you mewl, stumbling over your words while he erratically thrusts into you. Rocket’s greedy for every moan that leaves your lips, hoping to wring every one of them out your mouth. He grunts, pace unfaltering as your walls flutter around his cock, tightening around him like you don’t want him to let go.

“You’re doin’ so well for me, sweetheart,” Rocket huffs, his almost soft voice contradicting his frenzied rhythm. You whimper and whine with each thrust, enjoying how Rocket fills you up with his cock, and how the curve hits your G-spot. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.”

Tension builds in your stomach, and your toes curl from the sheer pleasure. Despite Rocket’s unrelenting tempo, the feel of his hands and the look on his face is strangely soft and tender. His fingers circle around your clit more quickly, and you feel heat spread under your skin.

“Rocket, I’m getting close,” you murmur, the burning coil within your abdomen intensifying with each second he pumps inside you. With a moan, you let out a shaky breath as he rocks his hips into yours, feeling dangerously close to your climax. From watching him loudly groan and how he haphazardly ruts into you, he’s also close to orgasm.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so beautiful like this,” Rocket praises, inhaling sharply as his cock twitches inside you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”

Without a second thought, you nod, succumbing to pleasure as Rocket pounds himself into you, his hand rubbing at your clit. Tiny beads of sweat pool on your forehead as you begin to finish, and Rocket rolls a thumb over your nipple, almost encouraging you to cum. Your walls spasm around his cock, begging him to do the same. The feeling of him inside you, combined with the constant attention your clit receives, is overstimulating, and you’re barely able to hold back from coming.

“Inside me, Rocket,” you beg, trembling from sensitivity and euphoria. “Please, cum inside me.”

Rocket only grins, a smug look forming on his face. The white coil only amplifies, reducing you to a wordless, desperate mess underneath him until it finally snaps, and you come undone on his cock. Eyes rolling back from the increased pleasure, you see stars in your blurred vision; you spasm around him, and with a few last strokes, Rocket cums inside you, emptying himself inside you. His pace slows as you convulse around him, attempting to milk every drop of his cum, and your heartbeat slows from its high.

His last strokes are sloppy and frantic; Rocket huffs as he finally drains every bit of himself inside you. Your muscles tense from aftershocks, and you hear Rocket silently swear. With an embarrassingly wet squelch sound, Rocket pulls out his cock, leaving some of his cum to drip from your cunt, and onto your thighs. Trying to regain your strength, you momentarily remain silent, basking in the afterglow, and he does the same.

Your breathing is labored, still coming down from your high. “Sorry I got your fur wet,” you beam, your knees still weak from copulation, and Rocket lets out a low laugh. You shift your body over to the far side of the bunk, offering Rocket space to sit next to you. Without a word, he complies, his back laid against your front, and he sighs in contentment.

“I’ll shower in the mornin,’ doll,” he replies, fixing his messy hair, attempting to freshen up. Rocket’s head rests on your neck; hesitantly, you put your arm around him, but he doesn’t mind it, although it takes him a second to adjust to the newfound affection. You contentedly sigh, languidly running your fingers through his soft fur, and Rocket practically melts at the touch of your fingers.

“Y'know, I really like you, Rocket,” you quietly whisper, although just loud enough for him to hear. Rocket doesn’t respond for a few seconds, leaving you in empty silence and a tiny bit of nervousness. 'Love' is a strong word; the word 'like' is weaker. However, right now, both don't fit right coming out of your mouth. It's too late to retract saying 'I really like you,' but before you can conjure a second thought, Rocket gathers his voice.

“Yeah. I like you a whole lot too." Your face softens, and you wrap your arms around him, surprisingly being met with no protest from Rocket. You softly kiss his forehead and doze off into slumber, Rocket huddled in your arms. Tomorrow morning, you’re certain Star-Lord would barge into your bunk to wake you up for the next contract, but for now, you’re happy to lay in bed and worry about it later.

#🪐 - gotg fics #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket x reader #rocket x reader smut #rocket raccoon x reader smut #rocket x you #rocket raccoon x you

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starglow-xx · 2 years ago

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— Oh Baby!

part 2! - a solution? sure, let’s call it that

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; written segment, fluff / platonic themes, comedy? ; check out pt. 1 here!

warnings: a stressed prefect pt. 2, unedited

a/n: YALL it’s been a year since i posted the first part to this and obviously since then i’ve completed the books for octavinelle, scarabia, and pomefiore, so maybe they’ll have future appearances later hehe but no promises

“you’re telling me you don’t know how to fix this?!” you whisper yelled.

“that’s what i said was it not?”

you wanted to scream in frustration at the headmaster but refrained yourself from doing so as your newly turned baby friends were oh so peacefully playing in the common room as you and crowley talked in the kitchen, and didn’t want to draw attention.

“loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey!”

“shut up!”

maybe peacefully was too good of a word in this situation.

“WELL THEN! it seems that i am no longer needed so i will take my leave—”

“get the hell back here for seven’s sake! and didn’t i tell you to keep your voice down?!”

“but—”

“shut up! if you won’t help me solve my problem then don’t speak at all!” you continued to whisper yell.

“...”

“seriously?!”

with strength that you usually save for rounding up ace, deuce, and grim (on normal circumstances), you grab the stupid headmaster by the back of his cloak thing as he turns away from you to make his escape.

“oh no you don’t!”

the bird for brains had the audacity to sigh at you like he was the one inconvenienced with 8 children. 8 actual children.

“ms. prefect, you must understand, that despite how gracious i am, i simply do not have time for—”

“i’ll go on strike if you don’t help me!”

“...come again?”

you sweatdrop as you let go of his cloak. you didn’t really think the whole thing through, it kind of just came out of you mouth, but it seemed to get his attention so you’re going to have to role with it dammit.

“t-that’s right!”

you cursed in your head slightly as you stammer. there’s no turning back!

“i’ll for once since i’ve gotten here be an normal student! so that means no cleaning after your messes, doing chores that shouldn’t be my responsibility, fighting stupid overblots blah blah blah, you get the picture?”, you threaten.

crowley is silent as he contemplates your words.

“and no, holding housing or allowance over my head is not going to work, because i will literally get myself adopted by another dorm or so help me.”

at that, crowley sighs once again, but this time in defeat at the teenage girl in front of him.

“all right, i’ll go work with the staff to try and figure something out.”

phew.

“however!”

god dammit you can never win can you.

crowley with a stern voice as he wags one of his fingers shatters your hopes and dreams with a simple, “the children must stay here!”

you couldn’t believe your ears, and started to yell, forgetting about whisper yelling.

“what?! why?! i’m asking for help with them because i can’t handle it!”

he simply raises an eyebrow at you.

“do you think it’ll be beneficial and efficient to have the children running around potions and stacks of books while we try and find their cure?”

you sigh, disappointed but not surprised at his rebuttal.

“...no sir”

“great! i guess we’re on the same page after all! i wish you the best of luck prefect, for i am gracious.”

you deadpan.

“right of course. whatever would i do without your help headmaster”

“oh you’d probably perish!”

“that was sarcasm”

ignoring your retort, the man dramatically swished his coat cape thing nearly whacking you in the face (you’re 98% sure it was on purpose) as you feel a migraine start coming on, and the you 15 minutes ago wouldn’t believe it wasn’t because of the children.

after a deep sigh, you follow after crowley reentering what grim dubbed as the “danger zone” only to catch the evasive headmaster walk out the door and shut it behind them.

from where you’re standing, you hear grim, who’s awake now, but still lying on the floor, mumble something along the lines of “useless” and you couldn’t agree more.

you eye the handful of children running around and yelling at each other.

oh great seven, this is going to be one hell of a migraine.

i love their shenanigans <33

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!

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chocotonez · 3 years ago

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txt love languages: acts of service

a/n: OK HIII so I decided to do a series for some of my fandoms and I wanted to start w txt :)) I love love languages and I find them so interesting but they’re never rlly niche and small so I wanted to have a sort of domestic aspect ok u don’t rlly care so I’m just gonna get it started now!! enjoy!! (I’ll be posting the skz version later <333)

genre/warnings: suggestive in some parts, mainly fluff?? some might be confused w gift giving oops

yeonjun

-he’s a big giver in every sense of the word, massages, in bed, to just doing ur dishes lmao

-if you leave earlier than him in the morning, he’ll clean up the remnants of your routine and fix the bed (unless he’s also in a rush, if not he’ll just leave a sticky note saying how much he loves you)

-he picks you up from work/school/airport, etc, or just walks you from the metro. he will literally always do this and texts to check up on you if he’s away

-like if he’s in America and you’re in Korea, and he realizes over there it’s around the time that you’ll be getting home he always manages to ask if ur home <3

-he cares deeply for ur well being so he’s always doing his best to look out for you, bandaids and kisses any wounds, brushes/washes your hair if you had a bad day, he’s such a mom lololol

soobin

-Invented acts of service tbh

-tends to cook for you, breakfast, lunch, leaves dinner in the fridge if he can’t make it home on time…

-he also picks up ur parcels and takes out ur trash but he expects cuddles and kisses in exchange <333

-jokes that he’s just your maid but he’s never asked to do these things for you, he always does, and if he wants to clean he ALWAYS asks if can go through certain items or drawers

-teaches you how to cook and take care of yourself when he’s away so you don’t die :D

-I honestly think he’s more sporadic than Yeonjun in checking-up texts where it’s like “hey I know it’s 3 am but make sure to brush your teeth”

-he’s the silent protector, he’s always in your corner and takes care of you, even if he’s not the loudest about it

beomgyu

-this bitch is the loudest about it

-he prefers to receive acts of service imo cuz it means a lot to him, but he doesn’t even realize he’s doing things for you, it’s just second nature

-“ur so lucky you have me u forgot to turn the mf stove off!!”

-he picks up after you in a sense?? but always makes fun of u afterwards, like if u trip over your shoelaces he double knots them while laughing, if you can’t move some furniture on your own he’ll tease you while helping you, it’s an eye for an eye

-of course there are some things he does that he doesn’t even realize, I just said that oops, anyways he closes your shampoo bottles for you, he shuts off your laptop if u forgot, and he adds events on your shared calendar since he’ll just randomly remember it

-im out of ideas so im gonna throw in the hc that if you have a pet he looks out for it like he looks out for you <3

taehyun

-his acts of service are intermingled with physical touch

-so he’ll hold your hand while crossing the street, or you two do massage nights where you’ll help each other relax (sometimes more), he wakes you up knowing you’ll sleep through your alarm with soft kisses, etc etc

-I don’t think he’s protective in the emotional sense, but more of your physical well being. he kills bugs for you, he always brings hand sanitizer, he checks both ways before you two cross a road and he double checks the weather in the morning before you go out

-he cares a lot for your comfort, but will tease you about being like royalty whenever you ask if he has any hand lotion or tissues with you

-“always needing to be pampered~”

-if you ever whine and deny his service because of this he’ll respond w even more teasing but making sure to comply w ur needs <33

huening kai

-I associate him so much with gift giving and words of affirmation it was kinda difficult to figure this out

-like,,,maybe similar to taehyun in the sense of blending two love languages but also not really?? anyways I think the best way to put his acts of services are small but plentiful

-he’s kinda ditzy, so he won’t put reminders on your phone like the others or check your schedule, but he remembers your coffee order just the way you like it

-he learns the things you’re interested in so he can discuss it with you, he listens when you want to talk to him about something, he lies and says the food you cooked tasted good and proceeds to eat it all just to see you smile, and he hangs up any clothes he finds laying around before you get home

-they can seem pretty insignificant to others, but it means the world to get home to him watching your favorite show so he can talk about the newest episodes with you

#txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt headcanons #hueningkai x reader #yeonjun x reader #taehyun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #this isn’t proofread and kinda shitty but oh well

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michaels-office-hours · 9 months ago

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The shallow issue.

Harvey Dent is shallow. And also underused.

SPOILERS!!!!!!

In a vacuum, would you have known what his fate was? No. Good! They did that part right.

In a vacuum would you have known he’s a man with anger issues about to snap after one thing a little too big pushed him over the edge? I seriously doubt it.

Now I will compare the show to BTAS in a few ways? Likely more than seems… unbiased. But it’s more because they actually did the things I liked and I’ll explain that more later. But for now? I’m not saying this show is trash. What I’m saying is the foreshadowing was executed better.

BTAS Harvey Dent was a man who wanted to clean Gotham up, fix the town. And he put that weight entirely on his own shoulders, because he couldn’t see anyone else doing it.

Under the weight, and the strain of seeing just how bad Gotham is? He started slipping, the mask genuinely slips! And we see Big Harv, his anger issues and guilt, and shame, but mostly rage, personified.

When he eventually snaps? These are his two sides.

Caped Crusader Harvey Dent is a man who “Wants to clean this town up!”™️…. Catch the difference?

That’s totally cool!! I actually love that! Having a politician that is against corruption, but is himself corrupt? That’s brilliant. But when do we see this? Having his main motivation be a lie, at least to an extent? That’s an excellent start to a very fascinating character!! More please!

Where is this seen? … well…

Maybe I’m blind? But not very often.

Barbara doesn’t like him. Which we’re supposed to trust Barbara… unless this is a vacuum, and then we don’t know to trust her until the Harley episode.

He acts shady sure, but do many people know how coast cases work to spot that?… bruh I’m talking to the Batman fandom. Of course y’all know. So that one is good. 10/10 don’t change it.

He tends to jump in front of cameras to pledge his case? But that’s the scripted thing of what he “wants” not what he wants or how he thinks.

So we actually see very little of that.

Okok next point.

Caped Crusader Havery is a man with anger issues.

He threw a snow globe at his assistant. That was it.

I mean he looked mildly grouchy at things other times. But not really in a… “oh crap he’s gonna snap” way.

Which- no I’m not gonna help by over diagnosing anger issues. That’s hurtful and unhelpful to those who have them, and straight up harmful to those that don’t. Anger is a normal emotion, it’s ok to feel it.

So he has one instance of it (I’m counting things before he snaps btw. After that he has a LOT XD and btw? You go my dude. Lolllll)

Caped Crusader Havery was pushed into a deal with Thorne, because he was down in the poles.

Very good idea! I actually love the take that this version of Havery? Brought his accident upon himself by doing the very thing he preached against.

BTAS was hurt because he was clean, and Thorne wanted to teach him a lesson for daring to do that.

So the difference is very striking! Very new and fresh! And I LOVE it!

So how does it play out?

Thorne bribing him is a longer lead up than Harvey having Thorne lord it over him…

I just… why?????

Like yes suspense.

But it’s more suspenseful to have Thorne finger on the trigger behind Harvey’s head, than going “we should make a deal with that guy”

Idk why they held off. They should’ve made the deal the same episode it was brought up! More time for Harvey to squirm, and possibly make mistakes, and possibly show those anger issues he allegedly has, and more time to show how dangerous Thorne is. Setting him up as a fake final boss.

Ok I won’t try to fix things too much in this post, that’ll be the next one. Anyway.

Caped Cruiser Harvey split into a very cold, and angry man, and a man who was very sad for what he had done.

Ok so uhm… I have OSDD. Hi. I know what it’s like to have people in my head. This is done so badly no offense to those who relate.

BTAS Harvey was said to have DID, I don’t personally agree? The fact the two sides talk is a little more in line with OSDD? But other than that it’s pretty solid. A traumatic event in his childhood, caused a split. Which was found later in life and that alter eventually took over.

Caped Crusader? Cant decide between if he has a very bad anxiety issue, or if he really suffers from a personality disorder. (I say suffers because bro has an alter that makes him kill people, and he can’t control it without outside help. That’s suffering)

DID and OSDD don’t come on later in life. They have to start between the ages 2-7. And yet we never see an appearance of “the other guy” before the big split.

Aside from the chase through the docks, a couple moments at the prison, the moment where Batman stopped him, and mayyyybe the moment in the glass? That one is hard to tell. Those are the only times we see the meager personality in the show.

All of these are after the big freak out. And after the accident.

Harvey having PTSD and anxiety, making him lash out in moments of high stress, fear, and anger? Believable. Especially after what he went through.

Harvey having DID or OSDD? …. I’m not really seeing it coach.

Now that’s my experience. I would like to hear others!! Let me know if I’m being too single sighted.

Caped Crusader Harvey is controlling, and manipulates situations to best fit him.

Did I throw this last one in here because I wanted to end on a positive?

Yes. Yes I did.

I love this so much. I love how the coin is used to goat people into making decisions too quickly. I love how he always gives the person heads, aka the good answer. I love how Barbara uses it on him later.

I. Love. This.

More of this pls. Isgkehgdkhgkeg

Caped Crusader Harvey dies.

I nearly forgot this.

I’m sad.

I love Diedrich Bader, Two Face is my favorite villain, I genuinely liked how he was characterized in this, I just felt he needed more screen time.

But I’m actually ok with him dying……. I say while pulling teeth.

Ok I’m actually very unbiased on the rest? This pisses me off as a fan. He’s my favorite sue me.

I do like it narratively though. …… if it weren’t for a few other things in the show.

But I’ll go into that in another post ;]

The Batman: Caped Crusader’s Harvey Dent is shallow

Good but shallow

There’s many ways to fix him. That would actually tighten the series together and help a lot with a few other things.

Btw no I’m not saying “make it more like BTAS” I’m saying you didn’t use the time wisely, and there’s a MILLION small, time efficient, subtle ways you could’ve set this up better.

So yes I’m asking permission to rant. If anyone wants to hear this. I wanna go into how I actually agree with the characterizations, I just think they need a little extra polish to help them really shine.

Full disclosed? I do like BTAS better. But I really do enjoy the different views Caped Crusader gave! So I want to talk about that show, not comparing it to what came before.

Also I’ve seen way too many hot and cold takes.

“You’re stupid if you like [blank] , the old stuff didn’t do that” sit down and shut up until you can form an opinion in a constructive way.

“The new stuff is amazing! No issues!! If you critique it you’re [idk man some insult]!” Also blatantly false. A 10 episode time frame is NOT enough at the best of times, add in the budget cuts? This is good at best. Defending it like this means there’s no improvements. Criticism is good and needed! And also the creator’s probably won’t see this post. So it generally won’t hurt their feelings I promise.

Anyway. Anyone interested in something far too long? XD

#batman caped crusader #caped crusader

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antiwhores · 3 years ago

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I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

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hi hello can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi with a fem!so who fainted during their heated argument? their argument would be about s/o being clingy and needy, and always talking and being noisy; turns out the reason she fainted was because of the fever she had early in the morning but didn't tell them about it in order not to be a 'bother' or 'nuisance'... then her fever got really worse during the argument and faints. *cue their boyfriends feeling like shit for all the rude things they said*

i am in need of some angst🪆

Sorry it took so long (I’ve had this since March 😭) but I hope it fills your angst need x

Warning: angst/comfort, gn!Reader, post Timeskip spoilers …are they dramatic?Yes

Tsukishima

It was rare you got to spend time with your boyfriend. Especially as he juggled working and playing volleyball. You wouldn’t miss the chance to be with him for a whole day, even if you woke up feeling like your head was being hammered.

You stayed wrapped around his arm, happily joining him on the sofa. You move to wrap your arms around his torso but he pushes your attempt away. You blink at him in confusion and try again, but fail when he stops you once more.

“Keiii, I want to cuddle..” you pout and he scoffs.

“What’s wrong with you? I finally get a day to relax and instead, I have you clinging to me and being annoying.” He glares at you, making you pull back and your throat tighten.

“I-“ you get cut off

“You what? You’re always trying to push yourself on me. It’s suffocating!” He gets up and walks towards the bedroom, you hot on his heels.

“Kei, can you please be a little quieter? All I want is to spend some time with you…you’re always so busy…” you defend but he kisses his teeth.

“Exactly. I’m always busy, so can you just let me chill out? I don’t need you whining in my ear and having you on me all the time! God, it’s like you need to annoy me!” He shouts at you.

You swallow harshly. Your chest feeling tight as his words ring in your ear. Your head pounding as you feel yourself heat up.

“Kei…I-I don’t…” you try to reach for him but he moves.

“Did you not just hear what I s- hey..hey!” You feel yourself lean forward as your eyes close.

You wake up when you feel something cool on your forehead, opening your eyes slowly to see Kei next to you.

“Kei…”

“Are you okay? You just fainted out of nowhere…why…and I said all those thing-“ you grab his hand.

“I wasn’t feeling well in the morning…I tried to push it away to spend time with you…” he looks at you guiltily, sighing and cupping your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not suffocating…everyday I come home, I can’t wait to see you. I don’t know why I said that…I’ve just been so overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I’m sorry baby. ” He confesses.

“I love you so much…I don’t even deserve you.” He whispers, biting his tongue as he looks at you.

“Hmm, I love you too…it’s okay. Can you just hold me, please.” You give him a small smile and he wraps you around him.

Kuroo

It’s that time of year where deadlines need to be met. You watch him scribble on papers and pull at his hair. You could see how tense he was and decided to bring him something hot to sip on.

“Tetsu, you need a break.” You slowly make your way into the room, carrying a hot mug and small snack.

“Can’t. Got to finish finalising the contract.” He informs, crossing out lines and writing again.

You huff and approach him, struggling to find a place to set the tray due to his messy desk.

“Come on. You need to atleast drink something, you’ve been at it for hours now. “ you press, causing him to clench his jaw.

He slams his pen against the desk, startling you before he faces you.

“I just said I need to finish this contract. Of course I’ve been working on it for hours. It’s important. You’ve been coming in and out of the room and disturbing me! I’m busy trying to do my job and you can’t even leave me alone for a few hours? Stop being so clingy all the time!” He fumes, eyes glaring at you as he starts to stand up.

You feel you mouth go dry as his words echo, your vision starting to fade as he finally stands, a rush taking over that you drop the tray. A loud smash of the mug rings in your ear.

“Are you serious- babe! What’s- babe!” Is the last thing you hear before your vision goes black.

You stir when you feel movement besides you. Slowly opening your eyes to see his leg bouncing nervously. He notices you looking and instantly grabs your hand.

“Have you not been eating? Were you waiting for me? Fuck! You fainted, I- what happened?” He rambles, eyes filled with regret.

“I felt a fever in the morning but I didn’t want to tell you because I knew how important your contract was.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I was so stressed and occupied with the deal that I forgot about you and said so many regrettable things. Please, I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not clingy. I love that you’re always watching over me. I promise, I’ll take more care. Of you and me.” He apologises, bring your hand up to kiss it.

“Here drink this.” He hands you a mug, your eyes widening as your remember the one you dropped.

“I cleaned it, don’t worry. I’m sorry. Let’s just get you feeling better, okay. The contract can wait. You’re more important.” You give him a small smile and nod.

He stays besides you until you persuade him you’re better. He kisses and hugs you until you’re both laughing like before.

Oikawa

You always told each other where you were going before leaving. It was something you did for safety. Yet, recently he’d been leaving before you wake up and coming home late. You reasoned it was probably for the upcoming game. The game that would makes his dream come true. But it did hurt that that one routine had started to break.

You had woken up to your head pounding. Your body feeling hotter than usual and the bed empty for another morning. You attempt to shake it off and go on with the day.

You’re surprised when the door open around midday and see Tooru drop his bag.

“Tooru! You’re home!” You run up to hug him but he stops you.

“Sorry, I’m just really sweaty right now.” He kisses your forehead and runs towards the bathroom.

You smile to yourself, quickly fixing lunch, in hopes you would both enjoy together. But instead, you hear him run down and reach for the door again.

“Tooru, where are you going?” You stop him, confusion on your face.

“Ah I just need to go out again. You know the game and practice.” He states grabbing his bag.

“But you just got home. Look, I made you lunch too. You can practice tomorrow. I barely see you recently! You don’t even tell when you’re leaving…” you shout.

“No! I need to go. I need to practice more. I can’t be with you all the time, every day. You’re so needy. Can’t you see how important this is for me? What? I can’t even leave my own house without telling you?” He yells in frustration.

“That’s not the problem. You- you’re not even caring about your health. I just want to make sure you’re okay!” You feel yourself burn up again.

You get closer to him, hands shivering as you feel weak.

“Listen I’m going to training! Don’t wait-“ he’s walking out the door but you reach for him, collapsing against his back.

You hear mumbling and groan as you open your eyes.

“Tooru…” you call out and he’s there in a heartbeat.

“Do you know how high your temperature was? You were burning up! And then you fainted and I-I didn’t know what happening and god if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself.” He cries, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m okay..” you whisper but he shakes his head.

“No you’re not. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” He says, hurt.

“I don’t want to me a nuisance…and you haven’t really been here so I tried to shake off in the morning.” You reply.

“Since morning… please forgive me, baby. Please. I know I’ve been neglecting you and if I was here then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. I’m sorry for what I said. I know i can’t take it back but I wish I could, because it’s not true. You’re not needy. I’m just an idiot who keeps forgetting to appreciate you. Baby, I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sniffles, sitting next to you and pulling you into him.

“Tooru, you’ll get sick too.” You stress but he holds you tighter.

“Just a few more minutes. I’ve missed you too. I promise I won’t leave you and take care of you. Forever.” He kisses you deeply.

Akaashi

The best way you decided to get rid of the fever you woke up with, was to distract yourself doing anything else. You organised yourself desk, bed and even laundry. You could feel yourself getting warmer again and decide to find your boyfriend.

He’s in his study carefully editing a new clients work. He’s usually calm and collected but he’s been on edge due to the pressure from his boss. You watch him take off his glasses and rub his tired eyes. You sigh and walk in.

“Hi darling!” You say cheerfully, only to get a less enthusiastic response.

“You’ve been stuck to the desk the whole day. Come on, talk to me a bit. Think of it as a little break.” You wrap your arms around him from behind.

“I’m almost done. We can talk after.” He whispers.

“Keijiii, I’m so bored please. Plus you need to take some rest. Let’s just talk about something, like I don’t know, where we should travel to? Or maybe anything interesting that happened at work? Come on, I want to spend time with -“ you’re cut off by his stern voice.

“Gosh, why are you so talkative? I’m trying to focus on something and you keep talking and being noisy after I said we can talk later. It’s like you’re trying to annoy me on purpose!” He scrunches his fists and huffs.

“I-I’m just trying to look out for you. You know you need a break too. Don’t yell at me! Sorry I’m so talkative and trying to engage with my boyfriend, who clearly thinks I’m annoying.” You choke out, feeling a little woozy as you start to leave.

“Love, wait! I didn’t mean it…”

“Whatever…I should’ve just stayed in bed-“ you feel your eyes getting heavy, and your knees feeling weak.

“Y/n!”

You wake up a few minutes later to him wiping your face softly. You try to get up but he stops you.

“Easy, let me help.” You can hear the guilt in his voice as he sets your pillow.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you. I let my frustrations take over and put it on you. I want you to know that, I didn’t mean what I said. I should’ve paid more attention and seen you weren’t feeling well.” He fidgets with his hands, scared to look at you.

“Your words hurt, Keiji. Even if you were frustrated, just please take some breaks. You’re going to burnout if you don’t.” You cup his hands and he finally looks up.

“I know. I know, I’ll do better and listen to you. How do you feel?” He presses his hands to both your foreheads.

“Better now that you’re here.”

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