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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Jungkook drabble – “I couldn’t live without you.”

Ex-husband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook | Word Count 1.3k

There’s nothing more Jungkook hates than when people ask him why you and he divorced two years ago, because truthfully he doesn’t know what to say. Your relationship was perfect, or at least it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the bickering and disagreements about how your son should be raised. Jungkook is a free spirit, the ‘fun’ parent if you will, and so you’ve always appeared to be the ‘less fun’ parent – the one that scolds and disciplines your son when he misbehaves.

Jungkook lost count of how many times he undermined you and let your son Seol get away with pretty much anything, it was never intentional of course but now he’s no longer in the situation even he can see just how much of an asshole he was to you. But despite how he acted in the past, not a single day goes by where Jungkook doesn’t regret letting you go.

A twelve year old moody Seol appears in the hallway of Jungkook’s modest apartment, holding his overnight bag. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here any time,” Kook nods with a reassuring smile, turning back to the television, “Does mom know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Don’t you think you should tell her? I’m sure she’s already worried about you.”

Seol is just like his father, and Jungkook knows he’s the one to blame for that. He lives in the moment with little care for other’s opinion or feelings, he can be selfish and bratty and downright spoiled at the best of times. Just like him.

Guilt floods your ex-husband’s entire being, if only he’d listened to you for all those years. If only he tried harder, poured more of himself into being a good husband and father instead of simply ‘going with the flow’ and ‘dealing with it later’. Because as you both learned, later never came – He never disciplined Seol, he barely ever backed your corner and accused you of being ‘too harsh with him’ when you tried to. When in reality you were right all along. Your son has an attitude sometimes, one so infuriating that it arguably contributed to the divorce of his parents.

“Seol, come here.” Jungkook’s voice is stern, but it doesn’t spark much of a reaction from his son.

The near-teenager audibly tuts, “Why?”

“Because I’m your father and I asked you to come here, sit with me for a minute.” Thankfully Seol doesn’t put up a fight and makes his way over, slumping down on the armchair next to the older man. “What’s going on? Why are you here and why haven’t you told your mom where you are?”

“She took my laptop off me.”

“And?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide with genuine horror, so this is the biggest problem of today’s youth?

“She caught me on my game at 3AM last night and went psycho—”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Your ex-husband bites, he still respects you and everything you do for Seol far too much to ever allow someone to speak about you that way, never mind your own son, “And you shouldn’t be gaming at 3AM on a school night anyway.”

Seol groans, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “You sound just like her…”

“Put your feet down,” Kook huffs with growing agitation, “And put your coat back back on I’m taking you home.”

“What?! No all my friends are streaming tonight and mom definitely won’t give me my laptop back and the wifi here is—”

“I don’t want to hear it Seol, your mother’s word is final you know how it is. I’m with her on this one you shouldn’t be online at that ridiculous hour, plus you need to apologise to her for running off.”

“Why? You’ve never apologised to her for running off.”

Seol’s words cut him like a knife straight to his heart. Not only is that simply not true, giving that you were the one who filed for divorce, but Jungkook has apologised. Countless times. Repeatedly embarrassing himself when he drunk texts you on the weekends, confessing his love for you that never died.

“Dad…” Seol takes in his father’s silence and tight jaw, immediately regretting his words. He softens, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry…”

“Go wait in the car.”

When your ex-husband and son arrive at your doorstep a sea of relief washes over you, Seol didn’t come home after school which sparked your maternal panic. Thank god he’s okay. Jungkook’s hair is longer than the last time you saw him, he offers you an apologetic smile when he steps over the threshold of what used to be your shared home together, closely followed by your son.

“Where have you been?” You’re still worried, only because Seol looks uncomfortable under his father’s unusually stern gaze.

Jungkook clears his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head, “He came to my place after school, we had a chat in the car and Seol has something he needs to say to you. Isn’t that right son?”

“I’m sorry mom.” Seol nods, his voice quiet when he snakes his arms round your middle for a touching embrace, “About last night.”

“It’s okay Seol… But don’t do that to me again I was so worried about you, especially when you didn’t answer your phone.” You half scold, half relax when your hands find purchase on your son’s back. He’s okay. “Have you eaten? I haven’t started dinner yet because I was too busy stressing.”

“Can we order pizza?” He looks up at your expectantly with a cute bunny-like grin that’s the spitting image of his father’s.

You chuckle, ruffling his hair, “Don’t push your luck kid. Thanks for bringing him home Kook, I was going crazy.”

“Anytime.” Jungkook nods, his hooded eyes recalling all the features of your face, “Well I’d better get going, got a ready meal for one with my name on it back home.” He snorts, he’s never been very good at defusing tension.

“Stay for dinner?” You smile, a genuine smile, “Really it’s the least I can do after you brought him all the way back here. Besides I’m not gonna let you go home to a microwave meal when we’re ordering pizza.”

“We are?!” Seol squeezes you tighter.

“But you’re not getting your laptop back just yet.” You’re laughing, gazing at the father of your child remembering just how handsome he really is, even after all these years he’s still the most gorgeous man you’ve ever known, “Please?”

“Ah… How can I say no to that?” Kook sighs lovingly, his chest tightening with memories of your smiles and laughter together. He misses you so much. Maybe tonight has shown you that he is on your side after all. “I’ll go pick it up, where are we ordering from?”

“Don’t worry we’ll get it for delivery,” You hum, telling Seol to take his shoes off and go get changed, “BBQ chicken right?” You grimace, he always managed to get BBQ sauce everywhere when he ate pizza… Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.

“You remember?” Jungkook slips off his shoes with a beaming grin, already feeling more at home than he should be.

“Of course I remember,” You chuckle, watching your twelve year old practically trip over himself when he runs up the stairs, “There was a time I couldn’t live without you, I’m bound to remember these things.”

Kook smiles, watching the way you throw your hair over your shoulder when you scroll the food app on your phone. You’re so beautiful, and one way or another, even if it’s the last thing he does – he’s going to win you back.

AN: i know this is probably not what u had in mind but once i started typing i couldnt stop. i hope this is okay, thank u for requesting :)

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 3 years

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Brahms Heelshire Imagine: He reveals himself and you panic

Content/Warnings: Female Reader, Angst, NSFW ENDING, Dub-con, probably fear kink & size kink, Possessive!Brahms, Jealous!Brahms

With lots of backstory so hold on my thirsty pals the smut is coming at the end 👀

When you first arrived at the manor you expected a lot, but certainly not this. At best you would find a well behaved boy, but since the Heelshire‘s were a quite wealthy family so in the worst case you expected to be babysitting a bratty child with the attitude of a noble. Either way you would have your hands full with work, but the generous payment that was promised to you would cover your daily efforts completely.

When you arrived you soon found out about the true circumstances that you would be working with- instead of a child you were met with a doll that resembled the real child Mr and Mrs Heelshire once had. They treated it like a real human being and that act didn’t break once, they really meant it.

On one hand you felt bad for taking money just to look after a doll.. but if that made the elderly couple feel better bout going on their vacation you would provide that aid for them. Especially since you saw how emotional the woman was over leaving her son.

Soon they went on their vacation and you were left to take care of the doll and the mansion. It felt ridiculous following the schedule for a doll, but it wasn’t like you could do anything else around here. You read a little, and looked forward to the delivery guy coming here once in a while o you could have a proper chat. But other than that here was nothing, so you might as well do what the schedule said.

It felt a bit like you were a little girl again, dressing a doll and taking it wherever you went. You didn’t take it very seriously, it was more like a game to you than anything else because it was only a doll after all. Sometimes you talked to Brahms, just to talk at all, just like you would to a boy that age.

Like when while you were preparing breakfast.

„I hope you slept well.“ You said while you peeled an apple, „I had a nightmare last night, I think I still need to get used to this house. It can be a bit scary here when it’s dark, don’t you think?“

You smiled and sat down next to him on the kitchen table. „But at least a strong boy like you is by my side, so nothing can happen to me.“ You gently put the dolls hair in place again, before you started eating.

Little did you know that only a few meters away behind the kitchen wall there was someone pressed against the wall, watching you and listening to every word you spoke. His gaze fixated you through the small gap between the wooden boards, soaking in every bit of your voice he could hear through the walls.

He was aware that you didn’t think much of it, that you just pretended but then again.. the way you talked to the doll even though you didn’t think of him as real exposed your kind nature nonetheless. Because when you talked to him you would always be so considerate, asking about his thoughts and feelings even though you wouldn’t get an answer. He often thought about what he would answer to these things, and in a way it felt like he was having a conversation with you.

To you, the first week went by without anything majorly interesting happening, the only thing that was bothering you was how some of your clothes seemed to be missing after a while. You couldn’t explain how you managed to loose them nor were you able to tell were to look for them because there was no trace wherever you would have put them. Maybe you should take up on the delivery guys offer and let him show you around the town? There you could surely find a nice replacement for that dress that went missing.

Lately you also grew closer to him when he came around. He knew you were on your own in here so he kept you company for a few hours in the last few days in between or after Brahms schedules. Brahms didn’t like this development at all, so sometimes when you were talking the walls would be creaking all of sudden from when he hit the wood in anger.

The more you started to get along, the stronger he gave you signs of his presence. First there were minor things that you could explain by yourself, but soon that wasn‘t possible anymore. Like when he would start playing the music all of sudden at full volume, or mess up his room. Childish tantrums as a way to communicate his anger with you even though you had no idea why he did those things. But right after seeing your scared reaction, seeing the way you would be so much more cautious around his doll.. he regretted it a little. He didn‘t want anything to change from how it was before, but he couldn‘t control his temper at times when he saw just how clearly that guy was flirting with you.

When he first started with it you would lock yourself in your room, trying to calm down as you paced around in an attempt to comprehend how this was possible. You continued to be uneasy around him as you tried to deny the thought that it might actually be the doll.. maybe you didn‘t sleep enough, maybe the music somehow started by itself? But there was no proper way to explain it without getting seriously concerned about your mental health.

You didn‘t knew what was going on but you would try to think that there was somehow a way this was explainable without assuming that you were alone with the haunted doll of a possibly murderous child. You didn‘t know what it meant, but you sternly tried to believe that it was nothing.

The only thing he benefited from throwing these tantrums was that you would send the grocery guy away sooner than he usually stayed lately, following his first rule ‚no guests‘. Because you thought if he left sooner he didn‘t count as a guest right? You tried your best not to freak out, yet you couldn‘t help but feel anxious about not following the rules correctly after the things you saw happening around the house.. just in case.

He was pleased to see when you send the man away, even though it didn‘t change anything about the attraction that this guy was expressing towards you. Never before had he been the target of his anger, but now that you came here.. he felt as if his very presence was a threat to what he considered his.

You were his Nanny, his Y/n. You were supposed to pay attention to him, and him only.

Wherever you went he could easily follow, it made him feel in control of the situation, at least as long as you followed the rules. But if something didn’t go his way.. then it was very hard for him to do something about it without risking to scare you away. Brahms tried to calm you down again, so you weren‘t scared anymore and treated him as kindly as you did before he made himself known. He did so by actually behaving- and he even returned some of your clothes as a kind of apology for the scare he gave you.

But it became even harder when the delivery guy asked you to go out on a date.

„It‘s kinda sudden, but if you want to I can pick you up at eight? We could get a drink or maybe have dinner?“

He was working so hard on making him trust him again and make you forget about the things he did, but now that this happened it was impossible for him not to do something. Because he had to stop that from happening. He couldn’t let you go.

Once you were out of the house you were out of sight, out of his control. He is used to be able to watch what you are doing every moment since you came here, the thought that he would have no idea what you are up to.. he feels anger rising within him. You can’t go. The thought alone that something could happen between you made a vein on his neck pulsate.

He considered slipping out of the walls as Malcom walked out to kill him, but unfortunately you accompanied him on his way out. If he had a opportunity.. he would end him. You would be sad, but you would be happy to have him here and everything would be as it should be again.

The day of the date came, this evening the Grocery man would come again to pick you up and take him from him. And he just knew he would try to kiss you, he would put his disgusting mouth on your beautiful lips. The lips that kissed his doll self good night every day. No other man was allowed to feel you like this, for he yearned to this so much longer than this Malcom. That guy only saw you a few hours a day, but he saw you almost every waking second even though you weren‘t aware of his presence.

It was almost seven pm now, and the sun had set already. The shadows grew longer in the manor and eventually swallowed it whole. Only a few dim lights were on, and as the darkness closed around you with every hour so did Brahms.

You got yourself ready for the date and slipped into a lovely dress that made him yearn with the desire to trail his hands up to the hem and feel those thighs.. this sight was only meant to be for him. When you came out of your room you soon found a note sitting on a nearby table that caught your attention. You were certain that it wasn‘t there before, and carefully picked it up to read the two words written on it.

DONT GO

Your breath picked up, your eyes fixated on the note as if you were frozen. Your palms felt colder all of sudden, and the fear that you had felt before grew within you again like a rapid fire that clouded your mind with an instinctive, mind consuming fear. You clutched the note and pressed your back against the wall behind you.

This couldn‘t be... your thoughts were spiralling back to all the incidents that you couldn‘t explain before as they were met with the realisation that this was indeed.. Brahms. All of this, the noises, the chaos and the music.. every time, it had been him and now he expressed himself in a way to you that couldn‘t be mistaken in any way. He was there, he was actually there with you the whole time and even though you weren‘t aware of just how much more true this was than you thought right now.. you knew now.

This was a crucial moment, and Brahms watched you closely as the fear passed through your features. You would be afraid now.. more than before, but it was the only thing he could do to keep you to himself by now.

All of sudden the house that you slowly grew used to became like a trap to you, you were living here alongside a haunted doll for the whole time without being aware that you were in the presence of something very dangerous. Something that proved itself to be so much more real than you thought when you were first met with the doll. Your breath picked up and you could feel the blood rushing in your ears, that way you hardly heard the rain that was picking up outside.

The only thing that you could think of was to get out of here. You didn‘t even think about getting anything from your room as you begun striding through the old corridors, clenching the fabric of your dress in fear as you picked up the pace to get through the darkened floors. You were almost at the end, almost were the big wooden doors waited for you. The floor was dimly lit, and the light flickered in like a cruel addition to your fear.

Your steps were muffled by the carpet, but your breath was fast and gave away your position. It was like you were a scared bunny, he almost liked the sight. The walls were creaking as you approached the flickering lamp at the end of the hallway, but you froze on the spot when you heard a childlike voice ring out to you muffled but.. so terribly close that you instinctively held your breath.

„Don‘t go away Y/n.“ It said, „I will be good, I promise. Don‘t go.“

You gasped and rapidly looked around, where was he?! It sounded like he was almost right next to you! You didn‘t dare to make a sound, and slowly started walking again with eyes widened in fear. Once again the walls creaked, and as the flickering lights went out again you suddenly saw a figure.. a tall figure slipping through the walls in front of you. You could spot dark, chaotic hair and a spot of white, porcelain like skin. Your heart felt as if it was going to stop any second, your hands were shaking.

„Brahms..?“ You breathed in disbelief, and in the next moment the figure was dipped into light again, exposing a real, actual man standing in front of you with a mask on his face that almost perfectly resembled the doll. A scream escaped your lips, and in the next moment you were running in the opposite direction. You could barely feel your legs as you lunged yourself forward and tried to go for the door at the opposite side of the house. But you heard his steps pick up right behind you and he was fast. He was a lot taller than you, so it was easy to catch up to you and chase after you closely.

You made a few turns, tried to shake him off but soon he was able to reach for you and grabbed you strongly, throwing you back at him as he caged you with his arms from behind. „Ah, no! No let me go!“ You yelled and tried to fight him off, but he was strong and kept you close with ease, pressing you back against his heaving chest.

God how much he loved this feeling, how he loved finally feeling your body against his. His masked face nuzzled against your neck, taking in your lovely smell as you quivered in his arms. His hands dug into your hips, not being able to resist letting his fingers wander a few inches over your belly.

„You‘re mine Y/n..“ His voice was different from before, dark and raspy all of sudden differing completely from the childish act he used to sound more disarming to you. „But I‘ll be good.. I‘ll be good to you if you let me.“

You felt the vein on your throat pulsating, your chest rose and sunk rapidly but you went quiet now as you felt yourself unable to escape his grip. You were unable to physically fight him off, no matter how much strength you put into your attempts he withstood them without budging a bit. You shrunk in his embrace now, eventually staying still. Tears ran down your cheeks as he slowly.. slowly started to loosen his grip.

„Don‘t run away now.“ He allowed you to turn around to face him. He eyed you curiously through the mask, and now you were able to see him fully. He towered over you, taking in the sight of you actually being in front of him without any walls between you. You were even more stunning up close. Brahms curiously tilted his head to the side and wiped away the tear that was making its way down your cheek now. You flinched a little when he touched you and made a few steps back until you were met by the wall behind you.

He wore a white top that partly exposed his broad chest and a green cardigan. The porcelain mask had delicate features and dark eyes looked at you from behind them. Brahms.. was still alive, and he was the furthest from a child anymore. In front of you stood a full grown version of the boy who‘s resemblance you have been taking care of. He had been living here.. all the time that you were here he had been in the walls! But you couldn‘t think about it, about anything else but what he was going to do with you now.

„Please.. don‘t kill me Brahms.“ You breathed with a shaky voice and held back a sob. You tried to put as much space between you as possible, pressing yourself against the wall as he approached you further.

He came even closer, and as you looked up to him the light illuminated your tear stained cheeks, your fearful eyes.. your lips.

He closed the last distance between you and caught your lips with his, your breath picked up in surprise before you could feel the cool porcelain softly pressing against you. His big hands held you by the hips and you could feel their warmth even through the fabric of your dress. Suddenly the fear mixed with something else, and you were absolutely unable to tell if the tingling you felt rushing through your body came from the terror that was sitting in your limbs or the sensation of this kiss.

When he let go you were slightly out of breath, your gaze was clouded and you stumbled upon your words as you spoke, „Brahms wha..what are you..“ but he wouldn’t let you finish your sentence as he was so utterly intoxicated by you that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

From one moment to another he leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up with ease. Suddenly your feet were in the air- you were gasping in surprise as you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. One arm was around your hips while the other one was wrapped around your thighs.

He felt ecstatic, loving the way how easily he could pick you up and how well your smaller frame fitted into his arms as he held you a bit higher up. The way you gripped onto him send a wave of thrill through his body, imagining like so many times before how you would cling onto him while he roamed every inch of that beautiful body with his hands.. but now he could actually feel how it felt to have your hands hold onto him.

You were utterly at his mercy now, he just grabbed you like you weighted nothing and there was nothing you could do about it! Your breath was shaky, fearing what he would do to you now that he had you to himself. There was no way you could tell what he was thinking behind that mask as he carried you up the stairs.

You held onto him tightly as you looked down the stairs behind him, you were held up so high that you could seriously fall if he let go of you. You were heaved up a little with each stair he walked and so the hand that was around the back of your thighs slipped up a little, sliding under the hem of your dress. He walked into the corridor and towards your room now, you faintly hoped that he would just drop you off there but you could feel that this wasn’t going to happen- now that he finally revealed himself to you he wanted you all to himself.

Brahms breathed heavily as he nuzzled his face against your your chest, an excited hum left his lips. How often he had wished to bury his head in your chest or your cute belly.. As you came to a stop in front of your door he made eye contact and curiously looked up to you as if he was trying to say something. You looked back at him with your shoulders drawn up, reflecting the tension in your body. Soon you begun to understand- he wanted you to open the door.. didn’t he..? He was holding you, and he wasn’t planning on giving you another chance to run away now so..

You held eye contact as you slowly reached over to the doorhandle and opened it. He seemed to be satisfied by that as he nodded and pushed the door open with his back so you wouldn’t accidentally bump against the door handle. Walking in, he then gently set you down to sit on your bed. He was.. surprisingly careful about it, and sat down next to you with a little more distance. He took a moment just eyeing you, looking you up and down as you were finally, actually sat beside him. You could feel his gaze roaming your body and your stomach tingled with fear and.. something you might mistake as excitement.

You couldn’t tell if it was cautious or possessive- the way he now slowly crawling closer to you on the soft mattress, looming over you in a way since he was still so much taller even when he was sat down. You watched every move he made, gripping the sheets as you awaited his next move. You were silent like a frightened bunny yet your breath was going fast.

To your surprise he crawled up behind you, lying his long legs out beside yours and the strong arms wrapped around you once again like when he caught you just much gentler. You were startled by this, feeling goosebumps rise up when you could hear the dark voice of his next to your ear.

„You belong to me now..“ One of his hands lightly trailed your collarbones now, while the other one felt up your stomach. You felt his broad chest behind you, trying to sit up as straight as possible so you didn’t touch. You were incredibly responsive right now, your body reacting immediately in response of your nervousness.

He wondered how you would feel.. but it was actually so much better than he had imagined you to feel. Your body was so.. soft, completely different from him. But he needed to touch you more, he wanted to mark you as his. The hand that was on your stomach now slowly pushed the hem of your skirt further up your thighs, feeling the warmth your skin radiated. You whispered his name, wordlessly asking him what he was doing as you felt the tingling in your stomach intensifying. The adrenaline made you feel funny inside.. you didn’t know what was happening right now as the fear kicked off yet another sensation within you.

Lightly his fingertips grazed over your panties, tracing down your core trying to make out every part of your clothed sex. Your hips twitched in response- which made him pause for a moment. He curiously gazed over your shoulder, doing the same movement again as he tried to get a reaction like this from you again. You slightly pushed your legs close, which earned a displeased grunt from him. Firmly he hooked his hands under your knees and spread them apart- „W-Wait“ you tried to stop him but your words were cut off when he then shoved his large hand in your panties, making you gasp out loud. Your eyes fell close for a moment and you clung onto his arm in shock.

You heard a satisfied hum from him as he was met with a warm, wet feeling on his fingers. He started rubbing you up and down, feeling that you became even wetter from that and when he accidentally put some pressure on your clit you couldn’t help but stifle a small moan. But he heard you nonetheless, and gazed at you intensely as he did it again. Your body jerked back, trying to escape this overwhelming feeling but you ended up pressing yourself further back into his arms.

He proceeded to explore your heat and ended up finding your entrance. You didn’t have time to catch your breath before he pushed two fingers into you, groaning darkly behind you as he felt just how tight you were. He was already throbbing behind you and imagined just how good it would feel if he could feel this tightness right now around him. You gasped for air, now clinging with the other hand on the fabric of his pants which made him dig into you even deeper. „Ah! H..m..!“ Your moans aroused him even more, and he begun to push his fingers in and out of you, going fast and listening to the wonderful wet sounds it made when he did that. You blushed heavily, not believing what was happening right now and being overwhelmed by the mixture of fear and arousal that rushed through your body.

He moaned lowly, loving the feeling of how your melted back into his chest, being so completely at his mercy as he pistoled into you with his fingers. His other hand came up to cup your breast, lightly squeezing you. When the doorbell rung downstairs he pushed into you even faster, claiming you as his. When Brahms begun to circle your clit with his thumb in addition you begun to shake- feeling your release drawing loser.

That was when suddenly he withdrew from your heat- and as you thought he had enough Brahms came up beside you, pinning you down the bed before climbing on top of you.

He fixated you with his gaze, breathing heavily and you noticed the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widened, his tall frame towered over you, covering you whole. Suddenly he grasped your thighs, lifting them up so your legs were hooked over his shoulders. That way he could easily strip off your panties, now having full access to you. He needed to be inside you.

He rushed to open his pants, pulling himself out. Your heart raced and despite still being afraid you were pooling with arousal. Brahms crawled over you holding himself up beside your head, and as you looked deep into his eyes you suddenly felt his cock rubbing against your slit. Your were both breathing heavily now, and he watched your expression closely. Watched how your lips formed a moan and your hands clung onto his clothes. For a moment he eventually buried his head in your neck as he aligned himself to your heat before slowly pushing in.

„A-Ah..!“ He closed his eyes, feeling you tighten around him and a low grunt left him. For a moment he sat up again, just to see his length completely pushed into you. He enjoyed seeing how deep he was inside of you now. This was how it was supposed to be- you were his now and this was the first time he claimed your body as his. Your eyes were clouded with lust as this so much taller man hovered over you. He came back to lie on top of you, giving you a moment to adjust before you shakily breathed out, „B-Be careful with me..“ you pleaded.

You were so wet that he had no problems moving, slowly beginning to push himself in and out of you. The dark haired man groaned, you felt like heaven. So nice and tight for him, so perfect. Soon he couldn’t control his pace anymore, this wasn’t enough. Brahms pounded into you, huffing and moaning lowly while you clung onto him.

He fucked you into the mattress, making the bed shake with the strength he used to push himself into you. He had wanted you so much, for so long that he wasn’t able to take his time to be more sensual. His tip hit that sweet spot now over and over again and it didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm. Your whole body twitched, back arching and hips jerking. You tightened so much around him that it was too much for him, with your name on his lips he came undone inside of you and pressed himself against you. Your legs wrapped around his waist while you both delved into that high and you threw your head back into the pillow.

Slowly, you both came down from your high, and you were catching your breath. He slowly pulled out, and pulled you into a hug as he lied down next to you. He was checking on you with his eyes- there was this possessive feeling yet a childish gleam in his eyes as he studied your face for a reaction. He didn’t talk, but you could tell that there was no way he would let you go from now on.

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laughing gas - mai zenin x reader

request: “Mai Zenin x Fem S/o, where the s/o gets their wisdom tooth removed and confesses their love to mai acting all sweet and cute, mai then takes care of her s/o and confesses too, we can see mai being her bratty and confident self but when she is with her s/o she just lets her walls down” - @shockfirefly

summary: in the request! (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life, humor)

warnings: reader is high on anesthesia if that counts as a warning, swearing, mostly just tooth rotting fluff (literally!!)

word count: 2k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this request! at this point i’m basically just a mai zenin stan account tbh but the requests for her are just so fun to write. i’m almost on summer break so hopefully i’ll be more active bc i have a few ideas i’m excited to write for!!

it seriously took everything in mai’s willpower to not immediately whip out her phone to film your groggy state the moment she stepped into the room where you had just gotten your surgery done. she stifled a laugh at the bandage wrapped around your head, vaguely reminiscent of the one noritoshi had worn following the exchange event. when your eyes flicker over to meet her gaze, you give what she can only assume is your attempt at a smile, but looks more like a dog caught eating its owner’s dinner, with your face all swollen and slightly flushed.

forget that willpower shit.

she shamelessly calls out your name, to which you respond like an eager little kid. “say cheese!” she gives you an uncharacteristically wide grin to signal you to mirror her actions. you seemed to not learn from your previous mistake and attempted to smile back at her, before immediately cutting yourself off with a muffled groan. she hardly bothered with hiding her giggle this time, but at the very least she had the decency to cover her mouth as she cracked up.

with an annoyed pout on your face, you huffed and turned to the nurse standing beside you, who you were apparently to loopy to notice had joined in with mai on giggling at your grogginess. “she’s so mean to me!” you said, though your tone had no real irritation to it.

“it’s just to send to utahime. she wants to make sure your doing alright.” mai lied straight through her teeth, though you seem satisfied enough with that answer as you started to push yourself up from the seat you’d been in. mai quickly rushed to your side, knowing you weren’t sensible enough at the moment to ask for her help. before you could stand up and inevitably wobble over, she looped an arm around your waist and moved your arm so it was slung over her shoulders.

“alright champ, let’s get going.” she tried to remain as nonchalant as possible with the close proximity, but unfortunately for her, you seemed determined to embarrass her as much as possible.

“well at least buy me dinner first, ya casanova!” you said (much louder than necessary, mind you). honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising to mai if you could be heard from the waiting room.

with an over enthusiastic wave from you and an awkward thanks from mai to the nurse, you guys set off on your way.

to be fair to you, it was surprisingly a relatively tame trip to the door, with you focusing on keeping your steps in tune with mai’s. you were too lost in thought to embarrass yourself until you had made it to the waiting room. you had rather innocently pointed out a small curse, which would have been completely harmless had it not actually been an old woman, and had you not spoken with an inappropriately loud voice. the poor old lady who had fallen subject to your anesthesia induced self gave you an agitated glare as mai waved sheepishly in apology. the moment you guys were out the door, you turned back to glance through the glass.

“we’ll get her later, mai!” you patted her on the back with determination, your voice still muffled in a way that made you sound like you belonged on sesame street. “she can’t fool me, stupid curse!”

had it been anyone else, mai would have simply rolled her eyes and tugged you on, but since it was you, she found herself laughing along, a quiet laugh, like the sound of a wind chime in early spring weather. the sound seemed to catch you off guard, causing you to stop in your antics before turning to face her. she paused when she felt your gaze back on her, looking at her like a kid would look at fireworks for the first time.

she raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor. “what?”

“your laugh is pretty.” you stated simply, clearly having some pride at being the one to get her to laugh like that.

she turned away for a moment, hoping it would stop you from seeing the flush spreading across her face, knowing you’d never let her live it down. “thanks.” she muttered, praying she sounded at least a little bit cool and composed.

the short walk to the car was filled with you pointing out random cars asking if they were mai’s as you rested your head on her shoulder, before deciding the swelling was too painful for that.

a large grin which quickly turned into a grimace (you really never learned) appeared on your face when mai finally informed you that you’d made it to the right car. she held your hand to support you as you stepped into the seat, and once she’d sat down, reached over to buckle you in. she chose to ignore the over exaggerated wink you sent her way in favor of her own sanity.

as she drove, you babbled on about nonsense like how you were sure noritoshi had made mechamaru to hide the fact that he was secretly a robot, or how after that run you had gotten at the baseball game, you were sure you were destined to quit sorcery to go to the major leagues. to humor you, mai nodded along, before dryly responding that she’d probably be a better fit considering how good she looked in the baseball uniforms.

ignorant of her joking tone, you were quick to agree enthusiastically. “definitely! but i dunno if i’m the best person to ask, because i think you look good in just about anything.” your voice was sincere as you turned fully to look at her with slightly hazy eyes.

before either of you had time to process the admiration you had shown towards her, you glanced back out the window to the familiar sight of your school. you excitedly waved at the sight of todo and noritoshi sparring together. after catching his attention, todo didn’t even bother to stop the roaring laughter that came from your appearance, pointing out to noritoshi the similarities between your current look and his from just a few weeks ago. noritoshi gave todo an annoyed look, before glancing back over to see mai helping you out of the car, once again slinging your arm over her shoulders and supporting you with an arm on your waist.

she tried her best to ignore todo, she really did. though, it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore him when he loudly exclaimed what a ‘lady killer’ mai was. she snapped her gaze to meet his eyes, giving him a cold glare, before continuing to slink you along to your dorm.

when you opened the door to your dorm, the first thing mai noticed was a bulletin board on your wall, decorated with photos of all your friends, which most recently included your classmates. her eyes flicked to a photo of you next to another girl in elementary school with a smile that showed off your gap from missing teeth, and she chuckled softly at the irony of the photo compared to your current situation. her gaze then quickly shifted to a newly added strip of pictures from a photo booth. she smiled fondly at the memory of you, her, miwa, and momo sandwiching yourselves together in the tiny booth to take photos during your shopping trip. they weren’t ‘good’ photos, per say, in fact you guys all looked rather ridiculous trying to pack into frame, but for some reason, mai seemed to soften up at the memory of it, and how happy you looked just to be next to her.

her train of thought was interrupted by you tugging on the hand that didn’t rest on you, making her turn to see you mere inches from her face.

why the hell were you so close???

“yes?” she questioned, hoping to deflect from the fact that she was so obviously gushing over the photos on your wall just moments before.

“will you sleep with me?”

had you not had an arm around her, she probably would have dropped you in that instant. from the way she carried herself to the way she talked to others, most people would assume mai zenin does NOT blush, yet somehow you’d managed to disprove that theory way too many times today.

“WHAT?” it was her turn to be loud for a moment.

“i’m tireddddd” you whined “and you’re so warm.” you had stated it so casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

she groaned, as if it would cover up her sheer embarrassment at how bold you were. wordlessly, she walked you to your bed, keeping her grip on your waist secure. it was amazing how gentle she was as she laid you down on that rock solid bed all the dorms were stuck with. she pulled a blanket over you, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed in hopes you’d doze off peacefully from there. when she didn’t shift from her position, you looked at her with a confused expression.

“wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lay down?” your words were still slightly slurred together. you rested a hand on hers. “you know i don’t mind.” despite your dazed look, she could tell your words were sincere as your thumb rubbed circles atop her hand.

mai turned to face you full on, her eyes gentle rather than their usual harsh look.

curse you for being so hard to resist.

“fine” her voice was quiet “but only because it’s my job to watch over you.” she stretched out her legs so she was laying down on the bed, pulling the blanket towards her so she could get comfortable.

“you’re so good to me mai.” you smiled. not a pained grimace, or an awkward baring of your teeth, but a smile. “people always seem to be so intimidated by you, but i don’t really get it. you’ve always been so nice to me. it’s nice.”

she didn’t understand how even when you were all loopy, you still managed to have such an effect on her. hesitantly, she reached up to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

it seemed the boldness from your anesthesia had rubbed off on her.

before she had time to talk, you continued. “i always feel so glad when we get paired up for missions, you make me feel so safe. like, i know when i’m around you that you’ll protect me. i admire you so much for doing all that for me.”

she went slightly stiff at your...confession? declaration? what exactly would you call that? you had said it so nonchalantly, whether it was out of trying to play off your fear of rejection or legitimate confidence, it was hard to tell.

“plus you’re really pretty.” your hand squeezed hers as you looked suddenly very interested in the pattern of your blanket. it was odd, seeing you get so shy all of a sudden, though she supposed it was somewhat of a win for her.

as you stared sheepishly away from her eyes that traced over every inch of your face, you felt her hand come up to your cheek, tilting you to face her. she continued scanning your face with an impossibly soft expression, before meeting your eyes once again.

“you know i wouldn’t do all that if it was anyone else.” her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes bore into yours. her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning lightly across your face. “it’s all for you.” you’d never seen her so earnest before.

you smiled softly at her, even despite the ridiculous bandages around your head, and your chipmunk like cheeks, she still stared at you with so much love.

“you like meeee.” your tone was teasing, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you were just as whipped as her.

“dammit. you figured me out.” she said sarcastically, shuffling forward slightly so you were flush against her.

up close, the tiredness in your glassy eyes was obvious. she sighed to herself, and slowly leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“get some sleep.” she smiled at your eyes struggling to fight open your heavy eyelids. “we have a lot to talk about once the anesthesia wears off.”

maybe todo wasn’t so far off with that ‘lady killer’ comment.

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Daminette- Oblivious Idiots

Ladybug groans her face in a pillow as she freaks out a little a lot.

"How'd you figure it out? I'm not that obvious, am I? Do you think he knows? He can't know, that would be awful- ohhhh NonononononoNOnonononooooo. No. Please, tell me he doesn't know." Ladybug is laying face down on the couch in the living room of Titans Tower, Beast Boy smirking down at her reaction to being found out. The boy just brought up her rather obvious crush, and now the Parisian hero is a little panicked. If Beast Boy noticed who else did? Everyone on the team is really smart.

The Parisian joined the Titans over a year ago after asking the Justice League for help. She fits into the team’s dynamic really well, playing video games with Beast Boy and Kid Flash; hanging out with Star and binging rom-coms; Raven was a tough nut to crack but didn’t seem to mind hanging out. They did get along but respected that they just had very different interests.

Robin is a completely different story, at first he was rude but the bluenette was stubborn. She wasn't going to deal with his bratty attitude, she sticks up for her herself. At some point, the Parisian earns his respect. They became friends over time, working well together though Robin insisted they train so she could improve her technique.

"It's kinda obvious for me, but he's pretty dense. Bats are always idiots when it comes to emotions n' stuff." The young Parisian hero looks up from her pillow.

"I know that... he's my best friend. Friend- Merde. What if he sees me just as a friend!?" The bluenette's hands go to her hair, eyes blown wide. It takes everything in Beast Boy not to laugh at how blind the girl is being. Does she not see how smitten the fourth Robin is for her? That he acts more like a human being when she's around?

"No, what if all he ever sees in me is a friend? This isn't good, then we'll never date and he's just so datable. Have you seen the way his nose crinkles when he tastes something he doesn't like, holding it until it goes away? And the way he swoops his hair, I'd bet it's soft. And he's so strong-"

"Ew. I have ears, please don't-" Ladybug doesn’t seem to hear him, continuing her rant.

"And then one day I'll have to watch him fall for someone, I think I already have. It's awful- not that I'm not happy he's happy, because I am- but I think he likes Raven. They spend so much time together, sneaking off sometimes."

"I bet they like each other, how could I compete with her. She's amazing, and- and I'm not." The bluenette's tone goes from one of acceptance to defeat.

"Oh, okay, we got serious. Uh- don't cry." When he and Raven went over the plan, they hadn't covered the possibility of a) Ladybug thinking Robin and Raven were a thing; or b) that Ladybug would compare herself to Raven. The Parisian is always so self-confident and optimistic, perfect even- she never lets anyone get her down. She huffs at his less than helpful response.

"I'm not gonna cry. It's just, why would he like me? I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm annoying." The girl stands pacing, trying to decipher the enigma that is Robin. The girl's moods changes at the drop of a dime, leaving Beast Boy to try and play catch-up.

"Am I annoying to him? Probably. Raven is so calm and nice, he has no reason not to like her."

"That's definitely not true, if he thinks that he would tell you." She nods, sitting on the couch, leaning on her hands. His words help a little but a girl’s mind is her worst enemy, all the worst 'what if's' popping into her brain like spam mail in an already full mailbox.

This is going to take more intervention than he thought. "You're ridiculous, that isn't true."

"You're just blind, and as you would say- 'you're too close.'" Robin rolls his eyes, Raven is sitting on her bed as Robin looks at her, standing.

"All I'm saying is-"

"I understand what you said, you don't need to repeat it. All I'm saying is-" He mocks, "- that it's highly unlikely she'd be interested in me." This time Raven rolls her eyes, he really is an idiot.

"How can I prove it to you- just ask her out. She'll say yes."

"I don't trust you, you have no proof."

"Fine. Don't believe me, but mark my words, if you wait too long she might settle for someone else. You heard her complain about being mobbed on Valentines day last year."

"Whatever, she didn't like any of them."

"Yeah, because she likes you." Robin glares at Raven as he walks out of her room to go train. Robin first saw her as annoying but she grew on him. He mistook his interest in her as friendship until Raven commented on his liking their latest addition without telling her. It went downhill from there, now it’s like he can’t get her off his mind.

He tried to deny it, reason a way out of the conclusion. Raven did her best to encourage him but she was getting nowhere, the entire team was frustrated because both refused to see what was staring them right in the face. Beast Boy and Raven meet with Starfire after both Ladybug and Robin go back to their respective home cities.

"What did you the learn?" Beast Boy speaks up first, recounting his confronting Ladybug about it.

"She's got it bad, thinks he and Raven are into each other."

"Robin is convinced she doesn't like him. He doesn't want to get rejected so he refuses to ask her out."

"How can we tell him she likes him that he actually does the listening?"

"He'd only be convinced if he heard her say it." Raven reasons, knowing how blind and hard headed Robin is.

"There's no way she'll fess-up, she's too insecure. Even if we convinced her that Robin wasn't into you."

"I wish the little D could just hear her say it in passing. He would ask without fear and she'd get to date him without putting herself out there." Beast Boy can already see it, it’s the perfect plan.

"I'm sure I could get her to talk about it in the hall, you could get him close enough to hear?" Beast Boy offers, it could work but they can't see each other.

"We'll use the hallways on the fifth floor, that are separated by a wall and meet towards the elevator?"

"Sounds great, Mama." Raven rolls her eyes at his nickname for her. Starfire looks between the two before abruptly standing, trying to hide her smile.

"Yes, well, I must attend to some dishes. Farewell." The two shared a look. Perhaps it isn't only Robin and Ladybug that need to come clean.

"We gotta say something sooner than lat-"

"I know, but not yet. We could use this to our advantage..." "Right? So I had to go all the way to the other side of the city to deliver this banner, it was worth it though. The skater friend won."

"Do they still race? You said this was a normal way to spend your weekend."

"O-oh well, I don't see them much anymore." Ladybug's shoulders turn inwards, looking to the floor. Robin hates the small frown on her lips, he knows better than to pry but maybe if he got some more information he could help.

"How come?"

"Just, time. Grew apart I guess."

"You're an awful liar."

"I take that as a compliment!" Ladybug defended, smiling slightly. "You see, while Mr.-Tall,-Dark,-Handsome,-and-Mysterious is making up lies he has to keep straight I'm simply seen as an airhead that forgets her phone everywhere she goes!"

"You're even worse at changing the subject." Ladybug's smile falters.

"Hehe, yeah, have you seen Star? She said she had the cutest picture of you asleep in your costume with some dog." Robin crosses his arms, why is she avoiding the subject?

"I have plenty of pictures of 'the dog' but please-" He pats the seat next to him on his bed, "-elaborate on this 'growing apart' situation." He isn't going to give in, he has that face he used to do during training when she was too tired to get up. Ladybug sit, plopping onto the bed her arms spread across the comfortable fabric of the duvet.

"I can't say much, just that they don't want to be friends with me anymore. None of them do."

"Who's none of them?"

"My friends. All of them, only one does but they 'can't' be my friend. He just doesn't have enough of a backbone."

"Surely you have other friends besides the mindless heathens."

"School and hero duties add up, I hardly have enough time to keep up with my jobs. I don't have time for that, and they could get suspicious, notice the patterns where my old friends would see the clumsy forgetful me." He nods, laying on his back and turning to look her in the eye.

"At least I have you guys." She smiles, brushing some hair from Robin's forehead. It feels nice.

"If it were up to me-"

"It isn't, and it's best not to dwell. Come on, bird boy, let's get a snack."

"Right, but none of that hot chocolate nonsense." She rolls her eyes, she'll get him to try it. One day.

"Are we sure this is gonna work?" Beast Boy is unsure, Raven hadn't seen the way Ladybug reacted, it was like no matter what he said her mind found some way to turn it into a bad thing, like she could only see the worst in a situation. It was completely unlike her.

"Yes."

"But-"

"No 'but's', this will give Robin the push he needs to ask her out. She'll say yes. End of story."

"Then why are we planning the the thing with the mo-"

"In case he's more dense than humanly possible and because it's time people knew."

"Right... I'll wait till ten minutes from now to get her to walk past, you have till then to get him there, we'll take two laps just in case." Raven nods before going to look for Robin. She finds him in the living room, reading a book.

“Come.” Raven turns around and makes her way towards the elevator, he catches up and they ride to the fifth floor. They exit and hide behind the designated wall.

"You are not to make a sound, simply wait and listen.”

They wait.

And listen.

It takes ten minutes for something to happen, the elevator bell rings and opens at their floor. Raven motions for him to stay quiet. Robin hears to footsteps as someone sighs.

"-How could I not? He's just so- dreamy."

"Ew. Why do you even like him? You're too nice for him."

"I am not 'too nice' and Robin is not mean... He's just... gruff- yeah, gruff, at first. But you should have seen how cute it was when we were talking about something and I was laying and he laid down next to me and there was hair blocking his eyes a little so I swiped it out of the way and it was so soft." She says it all in one breath which should be concerning if Robin’s attention wasn’t being taken up by trying to not freak out. His eyes wide, back pressed against the wall so as not to get caught. She keeps talking, he has to hear more.

She sounds so sure of her affection, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She likes him? Like to date? Raven is right? This is impossible, but it was happening. She’s ranting about things not even he notices about himself like they’re the most amazing things in the world.

"And have you seen him smile? And his laugh, it's one of my favorite things about him. And did you notice the way he always perks up when there's a happy animal on the television, like it reminds him of something- I'd bet he has an animal. I wish I could have a pet." They kept walking, she kept rambling about him, his hair, his smile, the way he walked. He heard the voices fade at she and Beast Boy kept walking.

"I told you." Robin didn't even have a response, she feels the same way?

"She likes me?"

"You've got to be joking, after all that, you still don't believe it?"

"Shut up, I'm processing." Raven crosses her arms, impatiently waiting, they'll loop back soon.

"She likes me."

"Just keep listening." Ladybug and Beast Boy came back into earshot. When they got closer, Beast Boy cut her off when she starts going off topic about his hair.

"So if he asked you out, what would you do?" Robin hears them stop, she makes a high pitched whine he knows means she’s flustered, she used to do it every time he glared her down and got a little too close, at the time, an unknown symptom of his attraction towards the heroine.

"I mean, if I could speak- I'd say yes but I'd probably freak out and fall or trip over my words. It doesn't matter, he wouldn't ask. Why in the world would he like me?" Raven has to remind Robin to stay quiet and hidden with a shushing motion and a hand to his shoulder. He stays in place despite the fact that he wanted to list every reason why he would. His stupid monkey brain thought of kissing her to drive his point home but shoos the intrusive thought away.

"Right, and what you'd kiss him?" It was like his teammate is reading his stupid, teenage mind.

"Pretending he liked me back? I mean, I could go on about his li-"

"Please don't." The bluenette laughs with him.

"Ah! I have to go meet Robin for training. Bye!"

"Later." The girl's footsteps disappear as the elevator door arrives and carries her towards the training room.

"Dude you better not say she doesn't like you again." Beast Boy sad, knocking on the wall to get his attention.

"Why don't you just ask her?"

"Yes, the little D, she will the gladly accept." Kor'i appears out of nowhere, he hates when she hovers like that. He can never tell where she is. He glares at them all, he’s late to meet with Ladybug. How in the world is he going to face her after that, it was so wrong to have listened. She hadn't meant for him to hear those things. Robin is filled with guilt as he walks into the waiting elevator and nears the training room. Ladybug is there smiling and slightly pink, likely from their teammate's questions.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." He couldn't tell her he heard, she'll get embarrassed. He can't act on it either, she sounds busy enough as is. He would just be in the way.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He snaps at her this time, the rest of their training session is silent. She leaves back to Paris as soon as her shift is over, not staying to speak with Robin like she usually does. No one is amused by his behavior.

"What the hell? You get the confirmation you've been needing to finally ask her out and you start acting like you hate her?" Beast Boy finally exclaims, Raven kicks him under the chair.

"It's none of your business, and none of you should have interfered. I was not meant to hear any of that, she doesn't have time for me anyways." Robin gets up from his seat and walks towards the zeta-tube.

After that, things get a little better. Robin isn't rude or snappy to her but they don't talk or have their little one on one training sessions. Ladybug does everything in her power to try and rebuild the bridge she didn't know had been burnt. She doesn't know what she did wrong, what she said, what happened made Robin want to avoid her like the plague.

Is he going to leave her too?

No. It doesn't matter that he probably put two and two together and knows she likes him, that he probably likes someone else, he is her friend at the very least, it might not be enough but it’s something.

Ladybug gathers her courage, waiting for him to pass the one place she knows she can get him. Waiting right at a corner, she hears him coming. She wants to laugh when he slows, always knowing when she tries to sneak up on him, but this time she holds it in. Reminding herself of why she’s there.

Just as he comes into range, she turns the corner and faces him.

Her face is angry, no, pissed. Her eyebrows scrunched, a deep frown replacing the usual smile, she shoves a finger onto his chest. He always knew she was there but her expression, it’s hurt and angry and world ending- his world to be specific.

"What is your deal? What the hell did I do to you that you won't even talk to me anymore? What did I say? Why do you suddenly hate me?"

"I-"

"I mean, one day we're laughing and talking, and I tell you about what happened with my friends, and then the next you don't even bother to greet me!" She berates him in French, she gets more passionate about her speech until she's out of gas. At least, that's what he thinks.

“It’s disrespectful and hurtful! You don’t just drop someone because they did something to upset you, you try to fix it. You try to work through it!”

"I-"

"What? You what? I told you about my friends, not only did I put a lot of trust in you for that- it could have pointed towards my identity if I slipped up. You're too easy to talk to. And don't you dare say that this is just how you are because we both know you've been off lately. So just tell me! Tell me you hate me, tell me you want space, tell me somethings wrong or that I did something but just don't shrug this off. You are too important to me to just let this go!" He can see the unshed tears in her eyes, why is she crying? Why does he have to make her cry? He doesn’t deserve her tears, her affection, he doesn’t deserve her.

"I just- I think you can do better. I’m not a good enough companion." Robin refused to use the word friend, she isn’t his friend, she’s so much more than that. A rouge tear falls, her face incredulous.

"What?"

"You sound busy enough, you'd be better off spending your time with someone else." Robin doesn’t look her in the eye, it’s the honest truth but he can’t stand looking at her so upset.

Ladybug is at a loss, that’s why he’s upset? Because he thinks she was wasting her time? That he wasn't good enough for her to spend her time with?

It’s like a switch flips, her anger melting away. Her jabbing finger falls.

"Who could be better?" She hugs him, Damian does have some experience from Grayson so he awkwardly returns the favor. The far shorter girl sniffles once before pulling back with a smile.

Robin feels a pang in his chest, he made her cry. She wipes away the unshed tears from the corners of her eyes, glad to have the mess over and done with. He vows never to do so ever again.

"I never wanna hear you say that you're anything less than the best, c'mon time to get your butt handed to you."

"Spar?"

"You wish." Robin sighed, she always beats him in video games. As they walk, the alarm blares. There’s an attack somewhere. The duo runs towards the living room, Starfire is already there with Beast Boy, Raven, and Kid Flash.

"We've got two. There's some kind of monster tearing through down town, we need to stop them."

"And the other?" Robin asks.

"Paris, akuma." Ladybug groans, like she always does. She runs off towards the zeta tubes with a wave goodbye. Time to deal with the mangy cat's puns.

Robin and the rest of the team walk back into Titan Tower expecting to see Ladybug waiting for them, she always gets back before them in situations like this. Kid Flash speeds off after grabbing his things saying he’s late to something, as usual. Beast Boy limps, most of his weight supported by Raven as they make their way towards the med bay.

Robin and Starfire sit in the living room, she shows him photos of Dick in ridiculous sleeping positions or mid fall but Robin is on edge. Why isn't she back yet?

Of course, he gets an immediate answer. Ladybug's distress signal goes off, he and Star are off without a moment's hesitation. Jumping into the zeta-tubes, worry for their teammate clear. After over a year of working with her she’s never used the distress button. The machine powers up and blinds them, Damian jams a communicator in his ear and tunes in to the local news station. He hears where Ladybug is and he and Starfire set off in search for the girl. Paris is bright, people stop and stare as the heroes make their way towards the Eiffel tower.

Robin's mind is hyper focused and clouded at the same time, he knows he has to be at his best to help Ladybug so he shoves all that annoying emotion in a stupid box, shuts it, locks it, and pushes it into a dark little corner. They arrive at the lawn of the Eiffel tower.

Looking exhausted, Ladybug charges the villain. A blond boy in a black cat suit is flung at her with ease. The monster tries to throw a bus full of people at the two as Ladybug tries to get the boy off, he doesn’t seem to care, trying to hug the girl. Robin feels his chest tighten in jealousy.

Robin motions towards the bus, Starfire flies past and catches the bus mid air. The dark haired teenage boy is quick to lift the ill equipped partner he's heard so very much about off Ladybug.

"I believe she is trying to get up." He drops the boy to the side before offering a hand to Ladybug.

"Hello, again." Ladybug smiles up at him, taking Robins hand. Pulling her up, the two stand close together. Staring.

"Hi."

"Shall we get back to the task at hand?!" Starfire asks, mid battle with the monster when Ladybug and Robin snap back to reality. They join the fight, Chat sticks to the sidelines with a pout. The monster is tough, she only pressed the panic button in fear of the hostages being injured or killed. Even if they were physically healed by the miraculous cure it’s traumatizing.

The battle doesn’t last very long, the monster is extremely susceptible to Robin's ice capsules, and is no match for Kor'i's strength.

Ladybug is relieved when she sees the purified akuma flap away.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" The bluenette was able to use her lucky charm quickly enough, she'd say thank you before giving Tikki food and returning to the tower to finish her shift.

"Well done."

"Thank you, you weren't too bad yourself." Marinette smiles back to the far taller boy.

"Will you be returning to the tower? Should we wait for you?"

"You are the kidding, yes? We are in Paris! I'd like to go the shopping!" Ladybug laughed.

"With what money? My brother's card is rather telling. As is your own."

"I suppose you are correct."

"Don't worry, Starfire, we can go on a shopping day soon." The girl smiled.

"Yes, the little D, would you join us? Raven may join as well, yes, Ladybug? Girls day!"

"I do not qualify as a girl."

"Little D?" Ladybug asks, smiling softly before bursting into laughter. "I need to go help the victim and recharge. I'll see you back at the tower." Ladybug turns to leave but comes face to face with Chat.

"What are you doing here? We don't need you." He directs his comments to both of the American heroes but mostly towards Robin. Ladybug pinches the bridge of her nose.

"We are members of the Teen Titans, we were asked to come. Now if you'll excuse us-"

"What? Who asked you to come here. My lady and I would never-"

"I did, and I am not 'your lady' you need to stop with the names and trying to distract me mid-battle, Chat.”

“But-” Ladybug gives the mangy cat no time to explain, cutting in with no patience.

“No ‘but’s, you almost got us and all those hostages killed. Go. Home.” The tro of Titan’s walk away, it’s best not to give the boy anymore attention.

"We should do it now."

"What'd you mean? He's still acting like he can't stand her."

"No, they made up. I heard her yelling at him about it. He caved pretty quickly after that. We do it tonight, no more sneaking around and hopefully they get together." Beast Boy nods, watching Raven ice his ankle for him.

"Thanks, mama."

"... You're welcome." He smiles flicking some water on his girlfriend, she looks at him with a sad excuse for a glare.

"Alright, the ice should stay. Let's go see if she's back." Raven makes sure to keep Beast Boy off his ankle, quickly shooing him off to the empty living room couch. They don’t wait long for Robin, Starfire, and Ladybug to return.

"Thanks again for coming to help, guys." Starfire smiles. Robin nods.

"It was our pleasure, what shall we do now?"

"Movie?" Beast Boy asks, getting immediate yeses from the girls.

"I'll pass-"

"Come on." Raven complains, the guy can be such a pain.

"tt, no. That doesn't work on me."

"Pretty please?" Starfire asks. She pulls out the baby doll eyes and a pout.

"No, the physical appearance of the 'please' makes no difference-"

"Please?" Ladybug pulls out all the stops, she looks him right in the eyes, those big, blue, innocent eyes were so sad and pretty, she shuffles a foot, her hands behind her back. Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly as her torso sways back and forth. His response is immediate.

"Yes." Ladybug grins in victory, Damian doesn’t get the chance to backpedal.

"Yay!" Starfire quickly steals Robin's usual seat. Raven and Beast Boy take up one side of the couch, Robin and Ladybug take up the other. Everyone bickers and argues over which movie to watch until Robin gets annoyed and plays one of the few movies he can bear. Lion King.

Throughout the duration of the film, Beast Boy slowly pushes Ladybug closer to him laying longways until he takes up the majority of the couch. Ladybug is squished against Robin, their arms pressing uncomfortably against each other. Deciding to test the waters, Robin wraps an arm around the Parisian's shoulder. The lights were off but the girl's blush is obvious. She has yet to move, he feels her glance in the opposite direction for a moment before leaning onto him.

Damian wasn't freaking out... Okay, Damian was only freaking out a little. He didn’t do well last time he saw she likes him. What should he do now? An annoying and sarcastic voice told him not to ignore her but they weren't much help. The little Grayson in Damian's mind told him to pull her a little closer, maybe kiss her head to make his intentions more clear. She still isn't aware of his affection towards her. He does the first, he could all but see the little Grayson smiling. Robin has no clue what to do next so he just does his best to watch the movie.

The lights come on far too soon, Ladybug doesn't move to get off him until she notices the lights turn on. She blushes that adorable shade of pink. That's when he sees it, just behind a blushing bluenette is Raven snuggling with Beast Boy as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. His brows furrow, his arm falls of Ladybugs shoulder. It was clear this isn’t a one time thing or anything of the sort. They know exactly what they’re doing, they’ve been seeing each other and she didn't tell him. After all the times he spoke about Ladybug, she didn't care to mention her own relationship.

Ladybug follows his line of sight, her posture goes from relaxed to tense.

To Marinette it’s like confirmation to something she knew all along, he likes Raven. Maybe he only wrapped his arm around her because of how squished they were. Which means she completely misread the situation and leaned onto him when he was just trying to be comfortable.

"I knew it!" Starfire exclaims, beaming. Raven just looks away trying or hide her small smile. Ladybug is happy their happy but Robin just walks away, his face neutral. She hates when he makes that face. Soon Starfire has to leave and Beast Boy hobbles to his room, ankle still tender.

Ladybug's overthinking keeps her in place, staring at her hands. She doesn’t even notice that Raven is still in the room with her.

"You should go talk to him."

"W-what? Me? No, he doesn't want to talk to me." Ladybug tried to say no but she couldn't help but be worried for Robin. Raven gives her a look, she relents.

"Fine." Ladybug drags herself to where she knows he'll be. He was always on the roof when he has to think. She mentally prepares herself for an undeniable, verbal confirmation that he doesn't like her, she forces herself to go- to be there for him.

"Go away." Damian is in no mood to deal with Raven, how could she not tell him?

"You can't get rid of a bug that easily, Rob." He chastises himself for being rude to Ladybug again, at least she doesn't sound upset because of it. She doesn't say anything, sitting next to him as they look over the brightly lit cityscape.

"Wanna talk about it?" He doesn't respond. The little Grayson, encouraged by the success of last time, tries to get Damian to hold her hand. Their hands were so close, just a few inches apart. That definitely isn't happening. "Right..." She trails off, not knowing what else to say. The silence grows, unchecked like a cancer.

"I- Just- Why wouldn't she tell me? After-" Robin was about to say too much but thankfully stopped himself.

"After what?" He’s relieved she’s still ignorant of his affection, putting himself out there like that’s a scary thought.

"Nothing. Nevermind."

"After you told her you like her." She speaks with such certainty, like she’s accepted it as fact. Is that what she really thought?

"What? No- I just- confided in her about something similar. I expected she'd do the same. She's one of my best friends." He sees Ladybug nod, that same look of on her face.

"I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt your feelings. They probably just wanted to keep it quiet until they were ready to tell everyone." Robin had to admit she was probably right. He saw the way her hands fiddled and folded, she was trying to think of something to talk about, likely to distract him. She was always so considerate.

"So... girlfriend."

"Where'd you hear that?" He was so confused, the very idea is ridiculous.

"Well, you said you confided in Raven about something similar. I just assumed you had a partner."

"Oh. No." They sat in silence again, looking over the silent harbor. Damian gathers his courage, now is the perfect time- looking over a clear sky with the stars out. Isn't this the kind of situation girls daydream about? Now was the most likely time for her to accept. Deciding to just get it out, Damian starts speaking.

"Actually there's-"

"I know you probably don't-" Of course, just as Robin starts speaking, she does too. Alarm bells start ringing in his head, the little Grayson is trying to figure out what she was going to say while the rest of him starts freaking out.

They awkwardly laugh, looking away, Damian feels an unfamiliar little burning sensation on his cheeks. He’s loosing more of his nerve by the second.

"ILikeYou,LikeLikeLike." She just blurts it out, redder than her costume. Damian's head snaps to her with his lips parted. This is happening.

"I feel the same way. I- I apologize I didn't say so sooner I just- you said you were so busy already, I didn't want to become a distraction." Ladybug gives him a small smile, that was what that was about. She fondly wipes the hair from his forehead back, lacing her fingers through his hair. Her hand rested at the back of his neck, smiling. She looks so content, at peace.

"I see no issue in distractions."

"I suppose this is the part of the story where we kiss?" Robin puts a hand on the Parisian's cheek, inching closer. They move to close the gap until they were just a hairsbreadth away. Her eyes are so blue and so beautiful up-close.

"I suppose you'd be correct." Their lips meet, the beautiful night sky behind them- everything else melting away.

#daminette #maribat #MarinetteDupain-Cheng #damianwayne #teentitan #crossover #miraculous #dc #batman #beastboyxraven #damian x marinette #starfire #ml akuma

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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Hii! I was wondering whether you could do another bratty Debbie fic? Thankssss

Here you are☺️

“This is ridiculous,” Lou hissed, tapping her foot anxiously on the floor of the showroom.

“You’re just living it up a little,” Debbie sighed with a shrug. “We’re millionaires now.”

“You’re literally wearing fur and leather at the same time,” the blonde rolled her eyes.

“The fur was stolen, baby. You know that,” Debbie smiled, batting her eyelashes. “And since when are you one to turn your nose at leather? Hm?”

Lou chose not to give Debbie the satisfaction of a retort or a reaction in public, wiping her hands against her slacks as she noticed the salesman coming towards them.

“Sorry, isn’t that Armani you just wiped your sweaty palms off on?” Debbie whispered, standing up as she pasted on a fake smile, extending her hand.

There was no way around it. Deborah Ocean was being a brat.

“You want to tell me what that was about back there?” The blonde asked, looking over at Debbie in the passenger seat as Debbie watched her own hair flapping around in the wind, her hand dangling out the window.

Debbie shrugged, tossing Lou a smile.

“Cut the shit, Deb,” Lou sighed, rolling her eyes. “You know I hate when you do this.”

“Do what?” Debbie asked, her fingers toying with the hem of her leather skirt.

Lou couldn’t tell if she was livid or turned on and settled on the fact that it was quite possibly both. She didn’t know what this weird Debbie Ocean persona her partner had slapped on this morning, but she knew Debbie well enough to know she had an ulterior motive.

“I liked the Toyota,” Lou muttered, trying to ignore the way her heart purred at the smoothness of the engine revving beneath them in their new sports car.

“More than this feeling?” Debbie whispered.

Lou’s eyes were on the highway, but she didn’t need to turn to Debbie to know she was smirking and riding high on vibes of a silent ‘I told you so’.

“Even if,” Lou sighed, partially giving in. “Did you have to act that way at the dealership?”

“Of course I did, baby,” Debbie laughed, clapping her hands. “I wanted to watch them sell to us.”

Lou scoffed, immediately realizing what was happening.

“You conned them,” Lou nodded, laughing despite herself. “You get off on this.”

“Are you new here?” Debbie smirked, her hand finding Lou’s thigh.

“Working them like marks when we’re the dupes who have to hand over thousands at the end of the day,” Lou shook her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Sexy,” Debbie corrected.

“You know what?” Lou spoke suddenly, a plan forming in her mind. “You’re right.”

“I am?” Debbie asked, suddenly confused as Lou’s fingers found the hem of Debbie’s skirt as she drove.

“You’re a bad girl, honey,” Lou whispered, her fingers finding Debbie’s underwear, partially surprised that Debbie was wearing any to begin with while acting like this.

“Lou—“

“Mm?” Lou asked, eyes still on the road as her fingers rubbed against the cotton. “Something the matter?”

“N-no,” Debbie stuttered, trying and failing to stifle a gasp as Lou’s fingers slipped inside the fabric and in between the Ocean’s folds.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, honey?” Lou whispered, starting to pump into Debbie, torturously slow. “Want me to fuck you like this right out in the open with the roof down? Where anyone could see us? Maybe have me get all riled up and stop somewhere. Find a place where I can take you into the bathroom and fuck you against a door? Not caring who hears.”

“Baby,” Debbie gasped. “Please I just—“

“You just?” Lou’s fingers danced around the brunette’s clit.

Debbie let out a deep moan that Lou physically had to shake off.

“You were being a brat, Deborah.”

“Baby, I was—“

“A brat,” Lou smirked. “Thought I’d play right into your game. How close are you?”

“So close, Lou. Please. If you just—“

“Good,” Lou smirked, removing her fingers as she sucked them into her mouth, releasing them with a pop before returning them to the steering wheel. “That’s how you wanted this game to go right?”

“Right,” Debbie lied, with a pant, trying to shimmy out of the fur wrap as Lou chuckled to herself.

“I can be bratty too, honey,” Lou smirked again. “Just remember who you’re dealing with. Don’t bite the hand that makes you come, sweetheart.”

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lunarfly · 3 years

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Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

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chibimyumi · 3 years

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I think you haven't talked about it till now. So may I ask that what are your thoughts about the 1st musical of kuroshitsuji? (That butler, friendship)

Dear Anon, my short answer is:

( ´ρ｀)。o ○ Zzzzzzzzzz......ꉂꉂ(థꈊథ)੭ु !!!

Nah sorry XD You are very right Anon, I have sorta mentioned Kuromyu 1 before, but never really talked about it. That is because there's just... very little actual content to talk about. But I will try!

My feelings about Kuromyu 1 as phenomenon

Despite my complete lack of ability to enjoy the content itself, I.......am grateful for Kuromyu 1. It was the starting point of a very game-changing franchise (Kuromyu in general, yes, even Kuromyu2 at the time), for me personally, as well as the JP theatre world.

For me personally it was also a bit melancholic to see Matsushita Yuya again from 2009, from before he got so impossibly cocky. (Here I wrote a post about my opinion about him through the years). I was reminded once again how Matsushita also started as an innocent kid who was just crushed by expectations, and nevertheless worked so hard.

My latest watch

The last time I watched 'That Butler, Friendship' was in 2019. At the time my sister and I were at our grandmother's place for a week. We were in the middle of nowhere, accompanied only by extreme heat, cicadas and rice fields..... and I said to my sis: "Hey, you were too young when Kuromyu 1 came out, this year happens to be its 10th anniversary, shall we watch that?"

Our room was the only place that was humane to stay in because it had airco (which our dear grandmother got installed especially for us because we're like butter (TTATT) I LOVE HER!!!), and both my sis and I thought: "why not!" And so......we started watching.

The beginning of the musical was... fine. It did the obvious: setting everything up, introducing three idiot servants, the bratty Young Master, and the infallible perfect demon butler. There was just very little coherence; everything felt like patches of ingredients, rather than a completed meal. But that was... fine.

Then come the introduction of the main plot... and we were introduced to these Japanese brothers. They were very hard to watch... I had the feeling they were supposed to be late teens? But it was just so badly acted and CLEARLY 30+ year olds acting like 5 year olds. Okay, on average 30+5/2 = 17.5, that checks out I guess. Late teens!

Then entered this blatant racist stereotype, and I just kinda lost it. Yes, Lau as a character DOES play with the Chinese stereotype to lower other people's guards. However, in this musical Lau does not have character depth to back that up, and the execution makes it clear that everyone on the creator's side fell for this ploy. Okay... okay, it's 12 years old, moving on.

Except that there was just nothing to move on towards! (Ò~Ó) The rest of the story just gave our brains NOTHING to work with. My sister and I were so understimulated we just couldn't watch it without yawning every other minute.

So we just skipped through some scenes (which all felt like scrambled moments to showcase Sebastian's amazingness juxtaposed against by everyone else's stupidity). Then we ran into ...this thing... which we dubbed "Duocorn".

From that point on my sis and I just shifted in an out of bursts of yawning or ridicule. Even when surrounded by only cicadas and barren rice fields as alternatives, we still were so bored with the musical we couldn't finish watching it... Hence my initial short answer being:

( ´ρ｀)。o ○ Zzzzzzzzzz......ꉂꉂ(థꈊథ)੭ु !!!

The understimulation is the main reason I said at the beginning: "there's just... very little actual content to talk about." So much and yet so little was happening in the musical; it kinda felt like the stage-execution of somebody's work in brainstorming status.

Otherwise everything in 2009 was just so crudely done (because of lack of budget and experience), it almost felt unfair to even critically look at anything. Unlike with Kuromyu 2's blatant bigotry (which doesn't need budget to avoid), with the exception of the racist caricature being Lau, there was just nothing there that was even worthy of unpacking or praising. Unpacking Kuromyu 1 would feel like commenting on a toddler's work using adult standards.

Final thoughts

The premise of the musical was weak, the execution was rough at best, and everyone's acting and singing were also "barely-tolerable" at best. But still it is a very meaningful start for me, because - as mentioned above - Kuromyu 1 kick started something that would later become a phenomenal milestone in Japanese 2.5D culture.

Sorry I couldn't say anything more meaningful than this, but truth be told; I don't think there is anything meaningful in the musical that can be said about meaningfully. Nevertheless, I hope you at least sortaaa enjoyed reading about my revisiting experience?

Cheers!

#kuromyu #Kuromyu 1 #That Butler - Friendship #Matsushita Yuya #Duocorn #wtf was that even?????#Still grateful for what this kickstarting project made available for us!

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parkeraul · 5 years

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Concept 1: reader teasing Tom in front of his mob friends, and him ruining her in the next room for “being a naughty girl”. I’m taking smut all the way. Concept2: Tom coming home after business all bruised up, and reader taking care of his I injuries, running a bath for the two, leading to passionate love making in the bath. You choose honey, maybe you can make the two work together ? Up to you, you’ll do it GREAT either way - 🪐

ann’s note — PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. i have a similar request so it’ll be continued in the next one, i promise! by the way, this is ridiculously filthy in terms of dirty talk so excuse my mouth. enjooooy.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: dirty talk, swearing, drinking, smut & mobster–related stuff.

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→ IT’S A MOB!TOM WEEK.

It was no secret for everyone in the room — including you — that Tom wasn’t in the best of moods today. You had arrived in the tight and black silk dress he gifted you last week, the most expensive Louis Vuitton heels on your feet and your hair done the way he loves so much. In your hands, a glass of whiskey with two ice cubes for Tom as you used your free hand to knock on the door. After a brief moment of silence among the men, Tom said ‘come in’ the that tone it’s unmistakable: he is beyond angry.

A faint smile from him appeared when you opened the door and got into his sight, but it went away as fast as it came when he drank you in.

All the men were rearranging themselves, wanting to look respectable in front of the queen. Tom eyed them one by one, checking if there was someone staring at you way too much as you closed the door and made your way around the meeting table — documents, cigars and pens scattered all over the black wooden piece. And Tom, at the extreme edge of the table, rolled his chair a little bit away from the surface to fold his foot on top of his leg and spin his golden pen in his fingers, studying the way you trailed your strides towards him. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark and a frown tensing his entire face whilst his chest rose up and down with deep and sharp breaths.

“Well,” One of the men cleared his throat and brought everyone back as soon as you approached Tom. “The dealer in Wolverhampton didn’t agree with the terms I told him through the phone,” Soon you were placing the glass in front of your king and bending down a little bit more to plant a kiss that was too slow for Tom’s liking — of course he would’ve enjoyed it more if he didn’t know your actual intentions. He didn’t react on the outside, grabbing the glass with might and exhaling as you got back up. “We will meet in a couple of days though, he said he’s still open for new negotiations as long as he doesn’t need to change spots.”

“This motherfucker may as well take his drugs and guns and shove it down his fussy ass,” Tom spat, lifting shortly the glass and forcing it down onto the table quickly, making the drink spill a little. Everyone in the room tried hard not to show contrary reactions, while you decided not to play their game. “I thought I told you to make it very clear for him...” You stepped to stand behind Tom in the chair as he positioned himself straight, feet down on the floor and back aligned, hard as a rock. Your hands wandered around the structure of the chair to land down smoothly on his shoulders, massaging him in his most tensioned regions while your thumbs made their way to the sweet spots on his neck, earning some goosebumps off his skin. “That’s only my way or no way.”

“But sir–”

“I don’t wanna hear any whinings about that!” He cut the man off. To that, you slipped your hands under the suit to undo two buttons of his dress shirt, fingers travelling to his hot flesh so you could knead his pulsating muscles better. When everyone started to also blame the poor man with swearings and rudeness, Tom pressed his lips together and tilted his head to the side, muttering for you to hear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You felt your stomach jolting, heart beating faster. This tone of voice was raspier and darker than you’ve ever heard, but the way his limbs tensed and softened under your touch made you conclude you were doing the right thing to get what you wanted, “I’m helping you relax, my baby.”

“With the dress I’ve told you to wear on the dinner party on Saturday?” He asked right back, enjoying the talk between the guys filling up the room. “You go take that off while I solve this shit right here, for fucks sake, Y/N. It’s 11PM, this isn’t the time for you to act up.”

“Fuckin’ shit, Tom,” You whine back, pressing your hands down on him and digging your nails just a bit onto his skin. “I got up to get you a drink so you could deal with these idiots, all pretty for you and this is how you treat me?”

Tom looks back at the table and sees that the guys are all over each other, drawing plans on the papers and poking at one another, cigars and cigarettes on their mouths as incoherent mumbles fly past their throats. He seizes the moment to spin his chair, facing you with chocolate eyes on yours, hair brushed in the signature Tom–way with his suit and dress shirt messed up by your hands, “Darling, listen. I’m super stressed right now, you don’t want to push me to my limit.” He states very seriously as you glance back at him, palms on the armrests of his enormous chair as you leaned closer to him. “Would you just please go back in there and stop testing me?”

A knot squeezes your throat and Tom can see by the way your irises are glistening that he’s hurting you with his words. He drops the pen to his lap and takes your chin in this index and thumb, bringing your mouth to his in a peck, breaking it quickly to lick his lips and kiss you again. That was his way to say ‘I’m sorry’ when he didn’t have the time to make it up to you at the moment. So he tapped the side of your exposed thigh twice, hand reaching back his pen, “‘S that enough?”

Your lips didn’t even have the time to get used to the sudden emptiness, so your head shook negatively and you pouted, knowing that the way he exhaled was different, he was letting his mind get consumed by you even though he shouldn’t.

—

The meeting continued and you hadn’t left.

You hands were now drawing random patterns on his collarbone, going down to his chest and scratching your way up very temptingly, though your massage wasn’t leading Tom any closer to a state of peace. His pen was now clickling furiously against the surface, glass of whiskey long finished as the voices in the room were annoying both of you.

Everytime your nails left soft burning stripes up to his clavicle, Tom shut his face harder and tightened his grip on the pen, turning his head to the side sometimes so you could see how impatient he was growing because of your teasing. In response, you smiled and bit your lip, driving him to a state of anger that consumed the tiny rest of calmness he was holding. The lack of attention lately made you come with all your tricks tonight, being only quickies over here and there that never satisfied you completely, so he was getting his payback, right?

As you were reminding yourself of these two weeks of edging and no highs, one of your hands kept on rubbing Tom’s chest while the other one came up to the nape of his neck, tracing the center line up and down lightly, causing chills on him before you splayed your fingers in between his hair strands, tugging it in that way you knew his trousers would get uncomfortably tighter.

“Everyone out.” Tom simply says and the meeting room falls silent. He doesn’t need to tell them twice, they know that. “I’m done with this bullshit for today.”

You knew that referred for you too.

As soon as they all look at you two while making their ways to the exit door, Tom mumbles for you to hear, “On the table. Now.”, facing the trail of men climbing their way downstairs as the last one closed the door by the time you were hopping onto the cold material. His look on you was overall cold, but with a pinch of desire and admiration as your bare legs were slowly finding their place in front of him. “Closer,” he demanded, one arm on the armrest and the other one being supported by the elbow on the opposite armrest. You shifted closer, looking at him with those pleading eyes, as if you weren’t purposely irritating him to get more than a quickie for today. “Yeah, from all the people, you’re the one who knows me best, aren’t you?”

You nodded, rubbing your thighs together to get some relief. The way he was acting was somewhat terrifying, but it didn’t make it less exciting for you. When Tom was mad, you had the best sex everytime and an even better routine the day after, because he couldn’t get enough.

“Then tell me why,” He started, discarding his pen to grab your ankle and put your foot on top of his tensed thigh, in a way you could feel his muscle through the fabric of his trousers. His palm went up, grazing your skin gently as he avoided to look you in the eyes, completely aware of how much you love to be connected with him through it. Soon, his palm found your thigh and reciprocated the actions you performed on him, scratching all the way from the top of your limb to your knee forcefully, earning the smallest whine from your lips. “Why the fuck do you have to be a fuckin’ brat out of the time and place for it?”

You shivered, letting your mouth agape as you shook your head to take your hair out of your front, giving him a good view of your body squeezed by the tiny dress, “You don’t have an answer for it, do you?” he asks. You decide to look at him and find him staring back, eyes dark and his disheveled eyebrow cocks up whilst his hand grab your knee strongly. “Well, I always have an answer for everything, don’t I, darling? And, if you were so quiet until now, then it’s your lucky day. From now on, you can keep your bratty mouth shut for the rest of the night until I tell you to talk again.”

To that, you had to gulp harshly and chew on your cheeks as a slight frown traced your eyebrows, telling Tom that you were slowly acknowledging the consequences of your actions. Although, your clit was already throbbing impossibly harder to every word of his, a wave of anticipation travelling all around your body, specially your throat and lower stomach.

“Now, here’s my answer,” Swiftly, Tom parted your knees to find your bare pussy dripping onto the table, the strength of his movement making your entrance accidentally rub against the material and causing you to sigh. “You came to play your stupid little game in the middle of my bloody meeting because my pussy can’t handle the edging I’ve been giving. Too bad this is, as I said, my pussy. So I give the rules, what makes me wonder if I haven’t been clear enough about them.”. You struggle to hide your smirk and plant your hands on the table in order to keep the balance, having Tom holding both of your ankles to open your legs more, his chocolate eyes watching the way you were already clenching around nothing. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?”, Tom thinks out loud, rolling his chair closer to you and mapping your inner thighs with spread–open hands agonizingly slowly. “How I’m gonna have to fuck my tight little cunt until your legs can barely close because of the overstimulation, hm? How I will force you to orgasm as many times as I want so you, pretty little slut, can quit whining around in the wrong time.”

A sharp slap lands onto your thigh and you jump lightly in surprise, gasping loudly and unsuccessfully trying to close your legs again — the tight grip from Tom’s fingers interrupting you to do such thing. Instead, he removes your heels, throwing them somewhere else as if they were nothing and setting your feet on top of the table.

“To any sound you let out after my command, it’s a whole day of denial so you’ll learn to behave when we’re surrounded by people. Unless you want me to take you in front of them and put up a little show. Would you like that, slut?” His hand comes up and lands down on your inner thigh, kneading the flushed skin to bring the same hand closer to where you wanted him, thumb tracing near but never the places you craved the most. You don’t answer him with words, but your eyes can’t tell him yes or no — just a faint idea that you wouldn’t call off the concept of having sex with him in a crowded place, maybe hidden from everyone, thinking how delicious it would be to have his hand covering your mouth as he whispered you to stay silent and be a good girl. “By the way you’re soaking my table, I assume you’re more than of a brat than I expected. Gonna have to pound this attitude out of you, right?” His accent had never sounded this thick, and his free hand came to work on his belt, the clicking noise echoing deafeningly. “Legs together and feet up, I want you in full display to me, babygirl. The fun you’ve been looking for is just getting started.”

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 4 years

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Kdrama recs Part 1

Hullo and welcome to the kdrama life @camsthisky! The following list is not in any particular order, other than the fact that I start with a more rom/com vibe and head toward more romantic/action or action. All the following kdramas are set in the modern day, and part 2 of my recs for you will be either darker kdramas set in present day or historical dramas.

Let the list begin!

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon:

Do Bong Soon is a v smol woman who has super strength and who wants 1. To create her own video game 2. Get her police officer crush to return her affections. Which like, police officer is kinda cute but he ain’t that special. Bong Soon winds up becoming a bodyguard to Ahn Min Hyuk, the extremely rich, kinda spoiled, ridiculously extra CEO of a gaming company who does not like the police for secret reasons, and sadly does not have a good relationship with his family. (He a lonely boy underneath everything.) Min Hyuk finds out about Bong Soon’s powers, is in TOTAL awe of her, offers to train her in fighting, and literally falls head over heels for her.

The caveat with this show is there is a subplot or two that annoy me, BUT I just use the 10 second skip button and it is totally worth it because the romance is super cute—SUPER CUTE (also I have a list of favorite actors and Park Hyung Sik is def on it—one minute he is an adorkable, blushing bby the next he can be intense and sad)

He cute

2. Her Private Life:

Hello fake-dating!! Ryan Gold (an adoptee who didn’t live in Korea for a while) is a former artist who stopped painting because he couldn’t deal with his Stendhol (?) syndrome (among other traumas). Deok Mi is the classy art curator of a famous museum who definitely does not have any secrets she wants to keep from the world—well, other than the fact that she is the number one fangirl of kpop idol, Cha Shi-an (who also appreciates art) and has a major crush on him. Ryan becomes director of the art museum and there is a whole thing with getting Shi-an involved in an art show.

Following this and a series of unfortunate events a false rumor starts that Deok Mi and and Shi-an ARE dating. It’s a little complicated to summarize, but basically what you need to know is that Ryan and Deok Mi become a fake couple so there won’t be a scandal for Shi-an or violence done to Deok Mi by rabid fangirls. I enjoy the fake-dating trope a lot, and how it becomes real for both of them! The leads are played by Kim Jae Wook and Park Min Young, who both have incredible range. Lots of soft moments in this one! Good kisses, a scene where the faves bake together, and also Ryan wears a lot of deep v-neck shirts and jackets which is an attack on me personally.

The show also contains a bit of angst, which I LOVE. Hand-holding becomes an important theme 😊

RYAN NO

3. Crash Landing on You: Rich South Korean heiress/fashion designer Se-ri accidentally winds up in a North Korean village, and really REALLY wants to go home. Mostly because there are no scented candles or spa-like bathtubs in the vicinity, but also because she could easily disappear into a NK jail and never return. A North Korean captain named Ri Jeong Hyeok finds her and decides not to turn her because, one, he’s a good guy who doesn’t want to turn an innocent person over to what might be her death, and two, turning her over might get his four underlings in trouble for reasons. Said underlings are his family, basically, and they are a deLIGHT. One is an argumentative proud sort who likes to drink and to feel important and who tries to provoke (and gets provoked by) Se-ri at every opportunity, one is a lover of banned South Korean dramas, one is a 17 year old bby who misses his mom, and one is the silent but most loyal follower of the captain.

Besides all these people, there are two other characters (including a surprisingly wise conman) who become faves and major players in the plot.

There is a great mix of humor, romance, found family, and angst, and I love it very much. A few things don’t go the way I want them to near the end, but a bit of imagination and fanfic can fix anything

ALSO I FORGOT THE CAPTAIN GETS SUPER SULKY FROM TIME TO TIME AND IT IS HILARIOUS

Show of hands, who thinks they will meet again

4. Are You Human Too: A FAVORITE SHOW OF ALL! TIME!

What do you do when your husband dies and your evil mega-rich father-in-law takes your son away from you and keeps you from seeing him ever? Well, if you are scientist with more genius than positive coping methods, you build yourself a robot son who looks exactly like your real son. Great solution, am I right?

Nam Shin III is the name of my favorite robot son, played by the inestimable Seo Kang Joon. He is the purest bby you will ever meet, being designed so that he never lies and so that he will immediately go to hug anyone who cries. He seems quite a contrast to the bitter human Nam Shin, who hates his gilded prison life, hates his Grandpa, and tries to sneak away from his right hand man, Secretary Ji Young Hoon, his only friend in the world. The girl in the show is Kang So Bong, an ex-UFC fighter who was so badly injured she had to quit. She is at first a bit jaded and mercenary because of her past, but she has a golden heart that just needs to be reminded of its existence.

Not going into details to avoid spoilers, but everything upends when the robot Nam Shin has to take the place of the human Nam Shin. The show is a soft, funny, angsty exploration of what it means to be human, with some good found family throughout. The character development is phenomenal, and the connection between So Bong and Nam Shin III is *chef’s kiss*. I just want to give a shout out to Seo Kang Joon who plays a duel role like you wouldn’t believe, to SKJ’s smile, to the soundtrack, and to the character of Young Hoon, a loyal, steady, and self-sacrificing secretary that we do not deserve (gosh tho he looks good in blue!)

Look at my robot son getting a long-looked for affirmation! (his lil smile!!!

5. W: Two Worlds:

This show unique because it meta as HELL! Oh Yeon Joo is a junior doctor and the daughter of a webtoon artist whose big hit, W, is coming to a close. Much to her surprise, she gets pulled into the world of the comic where she encounters and saves the main character, Kang Chul, a former Olympic shooting champion who was blamed for the murder of his entire family, and whose sole desire is to find the real killer. It’s a good romance between them, and I also love Kang Chul’s relationship with his hyung, which, tho it is not always a main focus, is present and wonderful. Kang Chul himself is both intelligent and adorably bratty, charismatic and angsty, soft and fierce, and he is one of my favorite kdrama characters for sure.

As for the meta, the show does a fantastic job exploring the rules of the comic world, of how one can enter and leave, the importance and power of main characters and supporting characters, and the purpose of an author. There is always another twist coming, and it is just so much fun!

UM SIR PLS POINT THAT ELSEWHERE

6. Healer:

I watched half this show and never realized that the female lead is played by Park Min Young, same actress as in Her Private Life. Someone had to tell me lol! She’s just so good at playing different people. In this show, she is Chae Young Shin, a reporter for a celebrity tabloid who has big dreams of becoming a famous reporter who investigates stories that actually mean something. She is a bit quirky, very cute, very brave, and probably one of my favorite female leads. She lives with her dad above his coffee/teashop bakery and is friends with all the ex-cons he has defended while doing his other job of lawyering.

Anyway this show is more of a romantic/action drama. To get an idea of the titular Healer, picture what you would get if you took some of Batman and Nightwing’s aesthetics (wearing black, hanging out on rooftops, punching people, flipping around, etc) and put them into a night courier who likes to watch National Geographic and dream about one day going off to an island where he can live all by himself for the rest of his days because oh yeah he is a loner whose only friend is an older woman who sets up his jobs and whom he has never actually met.

There is also an older reporter that Young Shin looks up to, the fun tabloid office where she works, a heck lot of mystery surrounding some tragedy involving a group of reporter best friends/found family back in the 80’s/90’s, and of course both members of the OTP have childhood trauma that has made them who they are today. One of my favorite things that happens in the show is that Healer has to go undercover for a while, Clark Kenting it up in Young Shin’s tabloid office, which overnight becomes a real news agency for reasons.

The action is LOTS of fun, and the romance is really soft and cute, and better still, when there is a misunderstanding or something that gets in their way, they almost immediately talk about it and resolve issues. They TRUST each other and give the benefit of the doubt where many tv couples would break up or get in big fights. I find it (plus the character development) very refreshing.

I couldn’t find a gif of my favorite fight sadly. This will have to do

7. Lawless Lawyer: This has Lee Joon Gi. Watch it.

Just kidding, there are many other reasons to watch the show, but it is true that Lee Joon Gi is one of my favorite actors. The man has phoenix eyes, a jawline that could cut silk, diamonds, you name it, and such a deep well of emotional acting that it literally kills me when his characters rage/weep/love/etc.

Anyway, in this legal thriller/romance/action drama, LJG’s character Bong Sang Pil is a beautiful, very extra ex-gangster/now lawyer who opens his own office, ready to fight villainy and avenge his mom with the law or with his fists, whichever is more useful at the time. He has a right hand man named Manager Tae and recruits a bunch of thugs as his minions, and they all become a weird sort of family as the show goes on.

Ha Jae Yi is a quiet badass lawyer who has no time for sexist idiots and gets her license suspended for smacking one of said fools. She gets recruited to assist Sang Pil, and they find their goals align as both their mothers were destroyed by the villains.

Speaking of the villains? EXCELLENT acting by them all, like they need to go down obviously, but you can’t help but be in awe of a few of them or even get attached to one or two in a weird way. Props to the show for having one of the best female villains I have ever seen

What an icon

Here you get two gifs of him

Sorry I needed to make it a magical three lol

Tune in next time for historical dramas and modern dramas that are a bit darker!

#kdrama recommendations #lawless lawyer #healer #w two worlds #are you human too #her private life #strong woman do bong soon #crash landing on you #kdrama recs for cam #my kdrama recs

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a65232-joshywoshy · 4 years

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Colorado Crybaby

Chapter 9

"I'm so sorry, Penny. I didn't mean to get you in trouble." Rachael reached out for her friend's hand.

"Oh, Rachael, no." Penny snickered and smiled. "I'm not in any actual trouble. I'm not being assaulted or unjustly punished or anything. I mean, I will get my butt spanked, but I broke the rules. I broke a play agreement we had discussed a while ago. We're play partners. We set up a scene, like we did here, we have boundaries in place, and we still make sure to have some fun. Through this whole 'getting in trouble' thing, there wasn't one time where I got near any of her or my actual boundaries. I didn't ACTUALLY offend her. I broke her play rules…” Penny smiled a mischievous grin, “kind of on purpose."

"Oh. Wow. I guess I don't know much about how that kind of relationship works." Rachael sat back in her chair and eyed Penny inquisitively.

"Yeah. And we never do anything sexual. That's a hard limit. I mean, she'll spank my butt with her bare hand. She probably sees… me... but she doesn't touch anything. She's..." Penny giggled, remembering her past infantile states, "She’s my Mami. She's changed my diaper before. So she saw me all laid out, but we never do anything sexual. I mean, don't get me wrong. Once she leaves, or that night, I'll hump my brains out. But… that just works for us."

"Okay.” Rachael was smiling. “That sounds like a lot of fun, honestly. Especially being babysat. It's partly terrifying, partly amazing."

"Like she said, you can play with us this weekend, if you want. She's so much fun to be with. See, me calling her “V” was actually an agreed-upon trigger to begin a small play session. If she didn't want to, she would have started talking about how the weather will affect her outdoor plans. Veronica is a little annoyed by that name, so we decided to use that name as a starting point to escalate me getting in trouble. When I didn't tell you about the diapers I bought earlier today, that was on purpose, too.”

Penny continued. “Sorry. I'm supposed to announce the diapers to my close friends when they’re around. It's part of our agreement. If I don't acknowledge my little side by saying it out loud often enough, she forces me to acknowledge it when she’s around. When I don't acknowledge that side of me, I have a valid reason to be in trouble. I've let that side of me build up too much before and It wasn't good for me. It can take me to bad places, which is why she’s in my life. She helps me to stay leveled out. The bratty whining at the end was just me acting out, because it's so fun to do."

“That… is amazing.” Rachael just kept smiling. “So you two have all these little phrases and words set up so that you can play…” Rachael gestured to the club. “Pretty much in public? That’s really cool. And nobody knows any different. I’m sure the dialogue is a little more laid back when it’s in public public, like at a movie theater or something.”

“Of course. We don’t want any nilla’s getting their panties in a bunch. Do you want to go cuddle the giant teddybear now? I know I do. Just leave the…” Penny huffed, “diapers... here. No one’s going to touch someone else’s diapers.”

Penny got up and walked over to the bear in the corner of the room. She plopped down next to it, rested her head on its arm and closed her eyes. Rachael followed her over to the bear. As she walked across the room, she was much more aware of the diaper under her shorts. Penny was padded, too. She had almost forgotten. A couple to her left were wearing onesies as they shared a plate of nachos. A woman to her right sucked on a pacifier as she played a game on her phone. There was an aura of familiarity to the room and Rachael felt like she was in her element. She felt as though she belonged here, with these people. It was a group of people who didn’t know each other, but had at least one common trait. They were people whom she could immediately identify with, at least in part.

"Can I borrow your sweater?" Rachael was starting to get cold, just like Penny had predicted.

"Of course.” Penny snickered. “Silly babies like you don't know how to plan ahead." Penny smiled as she took off her sweater to hand Rachael, then leaned back against the bear.

Rachael put on the sweater, then sat down cross legged on the other side of the bear. She looked over at Penny.

"Silly babies like Penny get in trouble for not following instructions." Rachael grinned at Penny again.

"Well… " Penny blew raspberries at Rachael and they both chuckled.

It was fun to act childish. They both believed that adulting was too hard, at times. It seemed like the best way to wind down was taking time to be childish, play, and relax. They had both heard their grandparents say that retaining youthfulness was best accomplished by acting somewhat childish. So acting childish, at times, was a key to retaining youth. The girls fully intended to do their best to act childish when they could get away with it.

"Penny, I'm thirsty. What do they have to drink here?"

"Only the finest of concoctions, prepared by artisan crafters and aged to perfection." Penny looked at Rachael with a mock seriousness. "Strawberry… or chocolate. The flavor is but a minor choice, for the decadent liquid which you will consume will satisfy your palate in ways you've never imagined.”

Rachael laughed. "You are ridiculous. What do they sell here, thousand dollar wine?"

"Strawberry or chocolate? Pick!"

"Chocolate, ma'am."

"As you wish, my lady." Penny got up and bowed at Rachael. "I shall fetch the lady her royal beverage."

“Thank you, Penny!” Rachael put on her best British accent. “Mr. Bear and I will discuss your exceptional service while you’re away. Hurry, now.”

Penny laughed as Rachael watched her walk away. Rachael marveled at how wonderfully silly and adorable she was. She could see that Penny's dress had caught on the diaper underneath. Nothing showed from underneath, but Rachael couldn't help but stare at the distinct fold in the fabric that was caused by fabric hung on something underneath.

“Mr. Bear,” Rachael watched Penny walk towards the bar as she started a pretend conversation with the bear. “I like that girl. I mean, I really like her. She’s sweet, smart, fun, kind of a rebel at times. She’s a diaper girl, which is, of course, amazing. I mean, for so long, I thought I wanted a guy. But, I mean, it’s really just different parts. People are people. She's got a great personality. She’s just a great person to me. She might have literally saved my life today, too, Mr. Bear. Some scary dude came up to me and Penny drive him off like it was nothing. She’s perfect, Mr. Bear.”

Rachael sighed and leaned back against the bear's shoulder, still watching Penny order drinks from the barkeeper.

“Part of me wants to throw myself into a serious relationship with her, but another part says it’s too soon. I mean, we’ve known each other for 5 years, so we’re not strangers. We took a nap in the same bed today. We’re close friends that are getting closer as time goes on. She’s coming back.”

Rachael whispered as Penny started to walk back. “Are those bottles? We’ll talk later, Mr. Bear. Thanks for listening.”

Penny came back with two baby bottles, both larger than normal. One had strawberry milk inside, the other had chocolate. Penny stuck one of the bottles in Rachael’s mouth as she sat in the bear's lap to face Rachael.

"Hey!" Rachael mumbled through the bottle, smiling all the while.

“See? Finest of concoctions.” Penny started to drink her bottle unashamedly, seeming to have done this before.

Rachael blushed slightly, having had a baby bottle shoved in her mouth. She took a drink of the cold chocolate milk, enjoying the richness of it.

“This is good,” Rachael said, taking a break from drinking. “And out of a baby bottle. You’re right. This place is amazing.” Rachael smiled and continued drinking.

Penny sat and drank her bottle, staring at Rachael all the while. She was enjoying watching Rachael in her element. She could tell the experience was still a little new, but Rachael was taking to it quickly. Penny had felt uncomfortable for the first several times here, too. After having visited for over 2 years, drinking a bottle here was as comfortable to Penny as breathing.

“Penny?” Rachael had been too busy looking around the room to notice Penny staring at her.

“Yeah?”

“I like you.” Rachael smiled brightly as she looked at Penny.

“Well, I like you too, silly.”

Rachael blushed a little more.

“No, I mean, I LIKE you like you.”

Penny had caught Rachael’s meaning.

“Oh.” Penny smiled back at the woman sitting beside a giant stuffed bear. “I… um… I like you too, Rachael.”

Penny looked away, though she was happy to hear how her friend felt about their relationship.

“Do you want to… you know…” Rachael’s cheeks burned red now.

“Date or have sex?” Penny’s cheeks started to turn red now.

"What?! No!" Rachael laughed. "Sorry. Date. Can we start dating?"

Meekly, Penny said, “Yes. Who could be better to date than your best friend?" She smiled.

Rachael moved to be between the bear’s legs, next to Penny, who was sitting on a leg. She wrapped her arms around Penny’s waist. Penny wrapped her arms around Rachael’s neck.

“I love you, Penny… DeLa Cruz.”

“Wait. Whoa. Why did you pause? Are you so blushy that you forgot my last name?”

They both laughed.

“No. I forgot your middle names that Miss Veronica said.”

Penny huffed. “But then you’ll know my full name for when I’m in trouble.”

“But it’s part of who you are, Penny. I really want to know everything about you. Including your middle names! Which you have a lot of, by the way.”

“Yeah, it’s a common thing for us Mexican girls." She sighed. "My full name is Penny Rosita Eleana De La Cruz. You better not repeat that ever again.”

Rachael laughed. “I won’t. I know your whole name is to be used in emergencies only. It’s very pretty, though.”

“Thank you. Drink your milk. You drink so slow.” Penny continued drinking her bottle. It was half way gone already. Rachael had barely drank a fourth of hers.

“Hey. I’m not a baby bottle guzzling champion like you, Penny. I guess you really are a baby if you know how to drink from a bottle fast.”

They both smiled.

“I guess maybe I am kind of a baby.” Penny said. Having Rachael here with her at the club was helping Penny feel more comfortable with herself as well.

"I'd rather you be a complete and total baby than be like Nick. I hope I never meet another soul that's like him." Rachael shivered.

Penny moved to sit beside Rachael, between the bear's legs.

"It's been a while since you talked about him. He was the guy who started trying to gaslight you, right? The guy who wanted to convince you that he was the best thing since sliced bread?"

"Yeah. That Nick. Can we get out of here? I don't want to talk about him here."

"Yeah. We can go. We've done everything I wanted to do here. I just wanted you to see this place."

The two got up and walked back to their table where they picked up the box of diapers. They walked back out, said goodbye to Pablo and got back into Penny's car.

The mention of Nick put Rachael in a bad mood. She was quiet as Penny drove to Rachael's house. Penny didn't say much, either. She only commented about other drivers on the road on occasion. Penny knew that Rachael would need some time and space to relax.

They finally arrived at Rachael's house, and Penny got out to take her box of diapers inside.

"I'm so happy I got to hang out with you today, Rachael. I know you just want time and space… just… call me if you need me."

Rachael had been lost in her head for several minutes, but she still processed what Penny had said. Rachael didn't want Penny to go, but she knew they both needed to get ready for work tomorrow. They had to go back to being adults, living their separate lives again.

"Thank you for today, Penny. You make me so happy."

Rachael kissed Penny on the cheek. It was the first time their faces had ever touched. Penny smelled wonderful to Rachael. There wasn't any particular scent to her. She just smelled like Penny. Rachael's lips had felt her warm cheek against them and it felt wonderful.

Penny hugged Rachael.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, okay, kid?"

Penny kissed Rachael's forehead, then turned to go back to her car.

"I love you, Rachael."

"I love you too, Penny."

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spidercakes · 5 years

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Saw Homecoming again and I’m getting bratty!Peter feels. Any thoughts on a spoiled entitled Peter? Possibly with an over accomodating Tony?

God help me, I have no idea why I like bratty entitled Peter so much, its not very in character, but fuck it might as well have fun lol. So, thoughts that take Peter’s character into account but still make him a bratty little shit (consider this a non-powered AU. Actually this turned into a whole Thing but its kind of cute so I figure it suits the ask enough. Though I do love me some terribly bratty Peter for no reason too):

- Tony can’t even be mad, he did this to himself because Peter never used to ask for anything and then he decided to spoil him rotten and rotten he got. Not, Tony supposes, that he minds entirely when Peter throws a fit so long as his suits stay out of the equation. Some of those were limited runs of that particular style and he likes them, thank Peter and his scissors very much.

- Peter honestly isn’t a spoilt asshole, but Tony has like a thing for it. Like Pavlov’s dog, he finds it weirdly attractive and Peter is down for some hot sex so he throws a fit over something stupid and Tony eats it up every. Damn. Time.

- He, MJ, and Ned start to make a game out of it because seriously, the guy has to have his limits so they give Peter ridiculous scenarios to act out and every time he ends up with what he wants. Even when he lit one of Tony’s favorite suits on fire. He was pissed but a week later Peter found the shoes he wanted on their bed and MJ tells him he needs to find a boyfriend with more brain cells and less dollars.

- He doesn't need or even want several sports cars but MJ made up some absurd scenario and Peter, surprise, surprise, got what he wanted. Which is how he ends up taking up drag racing with MJ because he already knows how to deal with cars, might as well make them go real fast.

- Oddly enough they discover that that was Tony’s limit- not Peter ruining his favorite shit, which is an asshole move, not him throwing tantrums that would make a particularly bratty three year old proud and in public no less, not refusing to speak to Tony for a week until he takes time off so they can go on vacation, drag racing.

- For the first time Peter actually means it when he throws a fit because hello, he’s not a god damn child he can do whatever he wants. Tony doesn’t take it well either and Peter doesn’t know what the hell to do with Tony when he stands his ground aside from figure out what he tampered with on the cars. Its not hard, if he wanted to stop Peter from racing he probably should have dated someone dumber. Or car stupid like Ned.

- MJ is curious to see when Tony will give in because she’s sure he will. A week comes and goes and Tony still hasn’t given in and he’s taking a page from Peter’s playbook and not speaking to him. And he’s sleeping in the guest room, its horrible and Peter feels bad for all the times he’s done that to Tony now because it sucks.

- After week two Peter decides to eat his pride and goes to Tony, suggesting a compromise. He doesn’t seem to take it well at first but Peter tells him to come along to a race and watch him, he’s actually pretty good and MJ is mad about it. Tony reluctantly agrees but its the first time he’s said anything to him in two weeks so Peter is ecstatic.

- To Tony’s surprise Peter is’t just good, he’s exceptionally talented at it not that he gives in right away despite Peter’s pestering. He doesn’t like the idea of Peter doing something so stupid and dangerous and Peter mostly just looks at him like he’s stupid and asks why he has to put up with Tony doing dumb reckless shit all the time. It at least makes Tony stop talking.

- MJ and Ned are grossed out by Peter’s overly detailed description of their make up sex but MJ’s at least happy to have her favorite best friend back in the racing business because he turns a good profit in bets. Just because Peter dated rich doesn’t mean the rest of them are so lucky and Peter wins enough to be worth her making a bet on his win. Ned gets in on the action too because why not?

- To make up for not talking to Peter for so long he gets Peter another car and Peter has to confess he’s not really an entitled little asshole, its just that its a good way to get Tony going and he kind of likes the attention even if he doesn’t need another car. Tony tells him to give a car or two to MJ then and MJ about shits when Peter gives her the red one she likes.

- Tony figures if Peter liked the attention so much he might as well preemptively avoid any tantrums by getting him fancy presents often enough that he can’t complain. Which is how Peter finds himself with a shoe collection in a room that’s bigger than the apartment he, May, and Ben lived in for most of his life but he will die before he gets rid of a single pair.

- Peter has no idea what to do with being more spoilt than he was before but he’s also not going to complain when Tony decided they should have a standing date night because before he sort of got stuck spending time with Tony in his busy schedule and he's fine with a least one night a week dedicated to him specifically. And Tony decided to drag him off on business trips too, which is nice when he’s not stuck in meetings and when he is he drags either MJ or Ned along too.

- MJ and Ned didn’t anticipate being part of Tony’s spoiling but neither of them are about to complain, they grew up poor and they’re in Italy on someone else’s dime so they’re gunna eat. Peter, meanwhile, enjoys spoiling his friends with all the things he knows he never got to enjoy before Tony either. And no one tells him that Peter races internationally either, they figure they’ll avoid him throwing another fit about it by keeping it hushed up.

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction ideas

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flowersandskeletons526 · 5 years

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“Aftermath” - Glitra Fanfic Part 4

So this one is once again longer than the last chapter but that’s because it’s a big one. Thank you to everyone who has been liking this fic!

(Trigger warning for brief violence, only this chapter)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Catra clasps her hands in her lap, sitting beside Glimmer on the bench in her window before Micah, Adora, and Bow. Her shoulders curl in as her arm brushes Glimmer’s. Micah straightens in his chair.

“Start at the beginning,” he coaxes after a long minute of silence.

Glimmer and Catra share a look. Catra nods. Glimmer takes a deep breath.

----

“Is this what you wanted?” Glimmer demanded as Catra sat against the wall of the cell. “You finally got the entire Horde army to come and save your ass.”

“I didn’t want this,” Catra protested. “I could manage Hordak but this guy is a psychopath.”

“Hordak was a psychopath.”

“Hordak was pathetic. He hasn’t been running things for a long time. He was too obsessed with getting back on big brother’s good side.”

Glimmer huffed and raked her hands through her hair, sitting on the edge of the single bunk. She tapped her foot as she bit her thumbnail. Catra’s ears twitched with each beat. Flattening her ears against her head, she growled and lashed out, swiping her claws at the queen. Glimmer yelped and jumped back.

“Would you stop that?!” she snapped. “How can you possibly be even more annoying than you already were?”

“You say that like you’re not,” Glimmer shot back.

Catra stood, towering over Glimmer. “I’m no worse than you, Sparkles. I mean really, do you even hear how bratty you sound? Ergh, and your constant whining! I know royals are spoiled but this is just ridiculous.”

“At least I’m not an arrogant, preening murderer like you!” Glimmer shoved Catra as she rose from her seat. The metal wall rang when Catra’s back hit it. “And stay out of my face!”

“Don’t touch me!” Catra snapped. Her claws left holes in Glimmer’s collar as she shoved her back.

Glimmer shrieked and tackled Catra.

They fought for days, coming to blows when one so much as glanced at the other the wrong way. Once, sitting across the cell from each other, Glimmer tried her powers again only to produce a few pink sparks. Catra laughed harshly. Glimmer almost broke her nose for it and came out of the fight with scratches all the way up her hands and arms.

Without the sun rising and falling, they could only guess how long Horde Prime kept them prisoner. Catra guessed it was about three weeks by the time she had Glimmer pinned to the wall, claws threatening at her throat as Glimmer shoved her face up with a palm under her chin. Swatting at her hand, Catra twisted her arm to the side and tried to keep the snarl on her face. Beyond the hate in her expression, Glimmer’s eyes were tired and dull. Growling, Catra retracted her claws and dropped the queen, slinking back to her corner of the cell.

“What, can’t finish what you started?” Glimmer taunted, breathing hard.

Catra snapped her teeth. “Shut up. You know you don’t want to keep doing this any more than I do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m tired and sick of kicking the shit out of each other. What good is it doing us?”

Glimmer pursed her lips and slid to the floor. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “There’s nothing else to do besides talk or hit each other.”

“Well, I’m not talking to you.”

“I’m not talking to you either.”

The fight drained from Catra each day. She mustered a steady gaze and proud posture in front of Horde Prime, but in their cell, she sat slumped over and curled in on herself. Glimmer held her scowl a little longer until Prime crushed her arm in his grip until she smiled. Catra convinced the queen to let her look at it. It was the first time they made physical contact since they stopped beating each other, and both hated the way they jolted from the presence of another person.

Catra grunted and leaned back against the wall. “It’s not broken. You’re fine.”

Glimmer mumbled a thank you and cradled her wounded arm in her lap, half hidden by her cape. Horde Prime gave them different clothes soon after they arrived. “To represent your allegiance to Horde Prime,” he claimed with a grin.

Catra’s new uniform was the same style, but everything was black and that hideous fluorescent green. She didn’t like the way he changed her headpiece, painting it black and adding more spines around her face. Her collar came up higher than it used to, topped with a green ring that was just a little too tight around her throat.

She was glad that she didn’t look like Glimmer, with her collar decorated in frills and a sickly green jewel resting in the hollow of her throat. He let her keep her crown, but all her earrings were replaced with green diamonds and polished silver. Against her violet eyes and sparkly pink hair, the white, gray, and green looked unnatural and wrong. She reminded Catra of a bruised doll.

“You shouldn’t piss him off like that,” Catra said.

“I thought we agreed on not talking,” Glimmer grumbled.

“I’m serious. It’s not helping you at all. All you’ve managed to do is get beat up. People like him don’t think defiance is charming and they don’t view it as strength. They think it’s irritating and disrespectful and they don’t tolerate it.” Catra huffed and lifted a hand to her head. “Royalty are all the same.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t know how to swallow your pride. You’re not a queen here, Sparkles. You’re dirt!”

Glimmer lunged and snagged Catra’s collar. Catra replied in kind, slamming the queen against the wall as her ears flattened against her head. Glimmer thrashed, but she didn’t have the strength to fight. They slid to the floor together, Catra’s grip loosening on her shoulders as Glimmer held onto the force captain’s arms.

“You’re like me now,” Catra hissed. “I know you hate that and you’re never going to admit it, but you are. If you want to get out of here alive, you need to listen to what I say.”

“I thought you wanted all the princesses dead so you could win,” Glimmer said.

“I don’t win here. I don’t get to make any of the decisions and I’m not respected. There’s no fun in any of this.” Catra returned to her spot across the room, her claws dragging reluctantly over Glimmer’s arms as she let go.

Glimmer studied her and pulled her knees to her chest. “Tell me how to act.”

Catra’s ears perked up. The sound that escaped her mouth was quiet and broken and defeated, but it was the first time she laughed in weeks.

They slept on the bunk that night, back to back. Although Glimmer ended up on the floor in the morning, they fell into the routine to ward off the cold of the sterile ship and, though neither would admit it, it was nice to feel another person.

Horde Prime called on them for strategy meetings, advice on the obstacles of the planet, or simply to taunt them while they ate a meal. Catra hated when he touched them, stroking their hair or leading them along with a hand on the back of their necks. He kept Glimmer at his side as he brought Catra forward to look at a screen. His fingers drummed against her jugular.

“This kingdom here,” he said, pointing. “What do they call it?”

“Salineas,” Catra answered.

“And you conquered it?”

“Yes.”

It used to fill her with pride, but the way Glimmer looked at her now left a sour taste in her mouth.

“Well done,” Horde Prime purred. “What else have you done under my little brother’s command?”

She showed him Dryl and the conquered villages, the Fright Zone, the strongholds scattered around the world. Glimmer crossed her arms and turned aside as Catra talked. Prime noticed, pausing Catra as he turned his attention to the queen.

“Your majesty, you always look so troubled,” he cooed. He grabbed Glimmer’s face and yanked her head up to face him, but that stupid easy smile stayed on his face. “Couldn’t I trouble you for a smile?”

Catra met Glimmer’s stare around his arm. She narrowed her eyes in warning. Glimmer swallowed her fear and smiled sweetly at Horde Prime, hiding her shaking hands behind her back.

“Of course, Emperor,” Glimmer said.

Prime grinned and cupped her cheek tenderly. “There it is.” His fingers left red marks on her face when he let go.

Catra sat beside Glimmer instead of across from her when they returned to their cell. The red marks turned to bruises on her jaw. Catra touched her shoulder, and she flinched. Sighing, she withdrew her hand.

“Good job listening to me today,” she said. Glimmer glanced up, eyes wide, startled by the lack of venom in her voice. “I mean it.”

“I’m sick of getting hit,” Glimmer mumbled.

“It’s going to stop eventually. Now that he thinks he can control you, he’ll stop trying so hard to break your resolve and it’ll only get bad when you make him angry. If you play along with their games, eventually they get sloppy. None of them watch their backs forever.”

Glimmer frowned, studying Catra with a stare a little too intense for her liking. “What happened to you in the Horde?”

“What do you think?”

The floodgates broke. Catra talked about Shadow Weaver and growing up as Adora’s pet, how she needed to be a hundred times better than the other cadets just so she could get a day’s break from the abuse. She told Glimmer how their relationship was crumbling long before Adora left. She told her that it wasn’t Adora leaving that hurt, but why. Why did Adora leave to save strangers when she had tolerated Catra’s abuse since they were kids?

“Do you love her?” Catra asked. “Really, I wanna know.”

“I… I think I did, but I also loved Bow. I guess I have problems distinguishing friendship from love. It doesn’t matter now, anyway.” She paused. “Did you love her?”

“I used to. But, even before she left… how do you love someone that lets that happen to you?”

Glimmer nodded. “Sometimes I wish she would stop trying to protect me so much. I know my mother told her to, but I can’t stand her treating me like a child.”

“Or a pet,” Catra added. “She always thought she protected me, but she never did. Not in any way that would be bad for her. It only got worse with Shadow Weaver after she left, and then I thought Hordak would be better because he respected me, but…”

Glimmer covered her mouth when Catra told her about Hordak’s machine that stole the air from her lungs. They didn’t look at each other, but Catra took her hand and squeezed.

“Why didn’t you just leave?” Glimmer asked. Her voice shook with anger and sadness and sympathy and it made Catra’s chest ache.

“Where could I go?” Catra said. “I spent my entire life working to be the best and all it ever landed me was in Adora’s shadow. Once she was gone…” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t fit in anywhere else. After so much happens to you, you can’t go back on it.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Sometimes trouble doesn’t make you stronger, Sparkles. It just makes you worse.”

Glimmer turned away. “I know.”

Catra watched Glimmer as she talked about her father’s death. It shocked her that someone with such a sickly sweet exterior could hold so much hate, but she understood. She understood how it made Glimmer ready to do anything to win, even ignoring the warnings of her friends, taking advice from Shadow Weaver, using Adora as bait.

“I was ready to kill,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m no better than you.”

“You don’t mean that. You were fighting to take back your planet. I was fighting to win. That’s it.”

“Do you remember when I went to your base where you had the pulse bots?”

“Yeah.”

“When you told me to pick you or the bot, I went after you.”

Catra lifts her head. “Really?”

“I was ready to let that thing kill all of us, just so I could get back at you for all the things you did. I… I wanted to hurt you so badly. I wanted you to pay for everything the Horde ever did. For attacking Brightmoon, for all the conquered villages, for my parents…” Her voice broke.

Catra touched Glimmer’s shoulder, and she covered Catra’s hand with her own. “We’re not that different, are we?”

Glimmer laughed, sniffling as she smiled at Catra with watery eyes. “I guess not.”

And though Catra was wrong, though Horde Prime’s treatment only got worse from there and they weren’t friends by any means, the sanctuary in their cell made it tolerable.

When Horde Prime slapped Glimmer and separated them the first time, Catra learned that maybe she wasn’t simply tolerating Glimmer anymore.

She paced the cell, ears flat and face held in a savage snarl until they tossed Glimmer back in with her. The queen groaned as Catra bolted to her, lifting a hand to her head. Catra gathered her in her arms and looked over her.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Desperation leaked into her voice.

“I’m fine,” Glimmer answered. “Are you?”

“Yeah. It didn’t hurt.” Catra pulled her sleeve up around the ball of her hand and wiped the blood off Glimmer’s face. The queen hissed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, thank you.”

Catra pursed her lips. Glimmer hung her head as Catra pulled her into her lap, wrapping the sparkly black cape around her and resting her chin atop her head. “Why would you do that?” she ground out. “I told you not to talk to him like that. What were you thinking?”

“You stepped in,” Glimmer whispered. “He went after you, too.”

Catra bit her lip and looked to the side. “You can’t keep defending the rebellion from up here,” she spat. “It’s been months.”

“He says that they’re still there.”

“We’ve been here for months now. They aren’t coming, Glimmer.”

She looked up at the use of her name. Her eyes were cold with a quiet, crumbling determination. Catra always prided herself on seeing the cracks in people’s facades, and now was no different, but that dying fight is fight, nonetheless.

“I know they’re going to come. They’re going to get us out of here. We can’t give up hope now.”

Catra pulled back and cupped Glimmer’s cheek. Her eyes pleaded with the force captain, and Catra felt it tug at her heart. “Okay,” she whispered. “Come on.”

They slept facing each other that night, with Catra’s arm tossed around Glimmer as the queen curled up against her chest.

A few days later, they woke up to the smell of smoke and the door to the cell gone.

Fire ravaged the collapsing spaceship, massive pieces of metal peeling away from the ceiling and walls. Clones scurried like rats for the closest exit and left behind the mangled bodies of their fallen brothers. The girls watched from the doorway of their cell in awe as the world came crashing down.

Shaking her head, Glimmer set her face in stone and grabbed Catra’s hand. “Let’s go.”

They ran through the destroyed ship, dodging debris and throwing clones into the fray when they came across them. Catra got her hands on a weapon from one of the dead clones.

“Are your powers back yet?” she asked.

Glimmer snapped her fingers. “Not yet.”

“Okay. Keep going. We have to find a way out of here before the entire place comes crashing down.”

On cue, a metal beam came crashing down between them. The walkway collapsed. Glimmer leapt to the other side that was still attached to the wall. Catra yelped as she went tumbling down through the ship.

“Catra!”

The world went dark for a moment. Catra groaned as she came around, bleeding from little cuts and scrapes when she tumbled across the debris. Her vision swam, ears ringing, but she made her way to her feet. Stumbling over the chunks of metal and concrete, she searched for a splash of pink.

“Sparkles,” she called. “Sparkles!”

“Catra!” Glimmer jumped over a piece of rebar-studded concrete and threw her arms around Catra. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Come on, we have to-”

The rubble shifted. Horde Prime dragged himself out from under the concrete and steel. His face was twisted with rage, one of his extra eyes missing from its socket and green ooze dripping from his cuts. He bared his fluorescent teeth and roared.

“You!” he screamed. “I should have killed you when I had the chance!”

He grabbed Glimmer’s arm. Catra tackled the dictator, knocking him to the ground and punching him until her fist bled. He barely flinched. Tangling a fist in her hair, he flung her across the rubble, and she landed in a twisted heap. Glimmer retaliated with smashing a rock against the side of Prime’s face. He shrieked in pain and batted her aside. Holding his bloodied face, he grabbed Glimmer by the throat and lifted her into the air.

“You insolent little insect!” he screamed. “How dare you defy me! I should have destroyed you and your planet when I first came upon you.” He narrowed his eyes as his hands tightened around Glimmer’s neck. “It may be too late to destroy your planet, but not to destroy you, your majesty.”

“No!” Catra jumped onto his back and tore her claws through his back. Horde Prime screamed as green blood soaked his robes, and he reached back to grab Catra and slammed her into the ground. Scrambling back, she staggered to her feet between Prime and Glimmer.

Before she could react, Prime lunged. Catra lifted an arm. His claws tore through her forearm before they reached her face.

“Catra!” Glimmer shrieked.

Prime stood over Catra as she collapsed, blinded by her own blood. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and lifted her torso off the ground.

“You are nothing to me.”

His claws dug into her side. She screamed.

A sharp spike of metal stabbed through Horde Prime’s chest.

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Glimmer’s voice breaks. She leans into Catra, hiding her face against her shoulder. She closes her eyes as tears trickle down her face. Catra lets the queen hold onto her arm and cradles her head with the other hand as her hair falls over her face. She screws her eyes shut for a moment before lifting her head, and the trio sitting before them meet her stare with heartbroken eyes.

Bow covers his mouth, holding back tears. Micah’s face is still, but his cheeks are wet and his eyes are red. Adora watches them with nothing but sadness in her eyes.

“Do you want me to keep talking?” she asks. Glimmer nods. “Okay.”

----

Prime dropped Catra as he fell to his knees. Glimmer stood behind him, and she jumped aside as Prime fell back, driving the spike all the way through his chest. He let go of a final breath and died without a word.

----

Glimmer holds her arm tighter. Catra knows what she’s thinking about, but she doesn’t tell the rest of them how it ended.

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Glimmer bolted to Catra’s side and pulled her up onto a level piece of concrete. “Catra, Catra talk to me, please,” she begged.

Catra grimaced, one eye stuck shut with blood and her teeth stained red. “Ow.”

Glimmer grinned in relief, tears welling in her eyes as she slung Catra’s arm over her shoulders. “Come on, we have to get out of here before the ship collapses.”

Catra groaned in pain as Glimmer helped her to her feet, but she soldiered on as the queen led her out of the wreckage. They staggered through fire and over rubble, marching through the massive labyrinth. Catra covered the punctures in her side with one hand, trying to staunch the bleeding. Glimmer mumbled assurances through heavy breaths as she led Catra along and ignored the blood staining her own clothes.

Natural light trickled through a hole in the wall of the ship. Catra laughed as they broke out into a crater, sunlight filtering through the black smoke and clean air cutting through the acrid smell of burning chemicals. They staggered out of the crater, hauling themselves over the lip onto the grass.

Glimmer cradled Catra against her chest, smoothing her hair away from her face and holding her tight. Catra laughed even though it hurt, laughed at the sun and the clouds and the destroyed ship and the dead ruler and the grass between her fingers.

“We’re out,” she laughed as her vision darkened around the edges. “We’re out.”

“Catra, you have to stay with me,” Glimmer said as she cupped her face. “Please stay with me.”

“Glimmer.” Catra clung to Glimmer’s shirt. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For showing me that I’m worth something.”

Glimmer held her tight as tears dripped down her face. “Please, hold on,” she begged as Catra’s grip went slack. “Hold on.”

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“That’s horrible,” Bow finally says.

“We had no idea,” Adora whispers.

Glimmer lifts her head and wipes away her tears, sucking in a ragged breath. “We’re fine now. We got out of it in one piece.”

Micah stands. Catra moves aside as the sorcerer embraces his daughter, holding her close as tears run down his face. “My sweet girl,” he chokes out. “I’m sorry.”

Glimmer fights tears as she hugs him back. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too.”

Bow sobs and jumps onto the pair, followed by Adora. Micah wraps his arms around the trio, and suddenly Catra feels like her presence is an intrusion. She doesn’t belong in this moment, not after everything she did. She stands.

Adora grabs her shoulder. She turns to see Adora’s face calm and steady, even though her eyes well with tears. Micah reaches out to her.

“Catra, come here. You’re a part of this,” he says.

“I…” Her voice dies in her throat.

Glimmer pulls her into the embrace. She bristles for a split second, hair standing on end, before she relaxes into their arms. Glimmer leans her head on Catra’s chest. “We’re okay,” she whispers in her ear.

Catra nods and holds her tighter.

They stay there for what feels like forever before Adora and Bow break off, leading Glimmer off to play some game they set up. Glimmer beckons to Catra, but Micah lays a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll catch up,” Catra says. Glimmer nods and follows after her friends.

Micah turns Catra to face him and gently grabs her shoulders. “Catra, I just wanted to say thank you.”

Catra’s face twists as she steps out of his reach. “Please don’t thank me.” She struggles to speak around the lump in her throat. “After everything I did… I don’t… I don’t deserve it.”

“I know about everything you’ve done,” Micah says. “I am… working on forgiving that. To be honest, I don’t think I ever fully will, but it can’t be changed. I’m thanking you for looking after my daughter.”

With tears in her eyes, Catra jumps into Micah’s arms. He holds her tight until she pulls away, scrubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Thank you,” she chokes out. Micah smiles and nods towards the door. Catra returns the smile and runs down the hall after the trio. “Glimmer! Wait up!”

#glitra #glimmer #catra #bow #adora #king micah #horde prime #the horde #spop #she ra reboot #She Ra #she ra netflix #angst #brief violence

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sui-senka · 5 years

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The dumbest post

I think y’all should be here to witness the dumbest post I’ll ever make, as I’m not all about getting into discourse and that, and any other self-identifying Vergil lovers please come here:

@creepyscritches, @brasspetalsx, @fandomhell97, @breezeinmonochromenight, @kaldea88, @xalmasyx, @hornyangrybean, @noir-sorrow, @catspook, @xenontrioxide, @zilla-may-cry, @boobble, @vergilshusband, @tifaroni, @littlebluewraith, @im-a-clown, @genovaempera, @neodicronus, @thelessiknowtheworse, @thriilsy, @jestermania, @bunny-girl-sweetseek, @darka3363, @witchkiid, @45, @manadebutt, @magsamaire, @spaghetti-queerghetti, @clairexredfields, @204863-yunglynn, @yuri-subtext, @miss-soso-25, @josuke-kujo, @cameguisada, @trionfi, @glitteryhumanfiretrash, @lewdbunbun, @journalofsparda, @complacentdevil, @infernokid, @emogodmatthew, @brit-o-raptor, @salsa-and-chips, @gemstone-enema

I’d like y’all to bear witness, as I take down this bitch-ass clown. As I’ve blocked the person in question that I want to call out - please tag them into this post to have at them ;) Also - to the other people that didn’t get this, tag your mutuals and get them here.

I’d also like to announce that @thephantomporg84 is now masquerading as @derelict-stranger, and I got a few messages a few days ago about how she was gonna take down her account, and how she wants me to block all of you, which is ridiculous as you are all blogs that I have known and followed way before her and also I don’t know you either. I told her that I didn’t want to be involved in her drama, but here I am.

It’s kinda hard for me to make this post, as I genuinely thought that she was cool in the beginning - she helped to give me more DMC asks in my inbox, and she always reblogged my stuff, as I’ve been trying to make it with the big guys - like @myfairmidnightladyspade.

But I saw the stuff that she says online to you all, and I think I got some anon messages from her asking if I was a terf or not... and yeah - my heart broke. I feel like I have been deceived in some way. What I wanted to be there was someone who was cool, and funny to talk to, but turns out that person is petty, heartless, immature and straight up spiteful.

I may have to justify myself in why I got messages from her - I was only trying to console her, but to do it in a neutral way as I wanted no part in her drama.

Also - i’m probably not gonna show any evidence for how much she sucks cause there’s tags and anon posts dedicated to that sort of thing

I want you on tumblr, and you on Reddit to find her, and in the /v/ section of 4chan to block her and report her for all she’s done. I want you to wipe her existence from the internet until there is nothing left.

Now - I need to change the flow of the conversation by directing it to you, @derelict-stranger.

I’d like you to kindly log off, take a breather and think, for a second about the actions that you’ve done to the people that I’ve mentioned above.

I’d also like to tell you that your suggestion to block all those people above is complete nonsense. Why would you make me block blogs who have perfectly decent and awesome content, and to those who I have talked to longer than you? why would you make me block blogs who I don’t know? Quit trying to get me on your side. I want no part in your drama like I said before, and stop trying to manipulate me into getting me to give a shit about you.

I’d also like to tell you that your situation is entirely self-inflicted. That you trying to talk to me won’t work, the only reason that people are apparently “attacking you” - is because you, in fact, are the instigator, are the catalyst of all this hatred.

You - @derelict-stranger, lack any ability whatsoever to disagree well. From where I’m looking, all of this started because you don’t like Vergil from the Devil May Cry games and you don’t like the plot of 5, which seems extremely stupid to me, as he’s only a small-ish part of 1, one of the best boss-fights in 3 and just a mere mention in 4. The fact that you need to incessantly attack content creators who merely like him is stupid. Either keep those opinions to yourself, ignore them, or do my favourite -> stick ‘em up your big stupid ass.

It’s also stupid that when people merely like him - you have to bring in your own shitty opinions. No one asked you what you thought, and I’m pretty sure you’re actively seeking out fights with people just to feel good about yourself. It’s also super hypocritical of you ragging on about how much Vergil sucks, when you go crazy for Kylo Ren, as they share some similarities in terms of their vibes and traits. (Yeah - I see you asking for smutty Kylo Ren x Reader requests online.....) Why do you get pissy when people like villainous fictional characters - do your knickers

What I just want to know is what kind of personal gratification you get when you actively hate on a character, and what kind of gratification you get when just because someone disagrees with you - that you have to result using death threats, rape threats, pedophilia threats, racism, slurs, and ableism, transphobia, alt-right rhetoric, neo-Nazi shit, pro-Trump, and homophobic comments to content creators just doin’ their own thing. Is it just to feel like the bigger man, is it to make yourself sound smarter than the other person (Cause you don’t) - like what actually motivates you, what actually makes you want to shit on other people’s parades, huh? Sounds to me like you need to get a life.

The fact that you always need to play the victim is sad and pathetic too:

- That you’re on the spectrum: - Okay, there are a lot of people who are on the spectrum here on tumblr. But they don’t use it as an excuse to justify shitty behaviour especially if it’s unitentional. as I’m sure they and the people they know are. I’m sure they apologise and try to get on with life like how NT people do. As you know - a lot of people of the spectrum feel like they’re being treated as sub-human being babies that do nothing but screech all the time, and they’re taking action to change those perceptions. Your behaviours are not helping their cause.

- That you use depression as an excuse - I’m kinda sympathetic to the whole mental health issues thing. I have them too. In fact, I am a hot mess. But I don’t use that to excuse me hurting other people with intention, and I’m sure many others don’t either. At least 1/4 or 1/3 will have some mental health issues in their life, and yeah, it sucks, and it’s common but it doesn’t make them exempt from them being called out on their shitty acts. the fact that so many people are and can be mentally ill doesn’t make you special, and it doesn’t give you a free pass to attack others.

- The fact that you try to bait people into making anti-semitic comments, so you can call them anti-semitic. Dude, that’s low. I’m pretty sure that’s gaslighting and manipulation as well. You don’t get the right to use your religion/race in that way as a defence when you’re feeling attacked so that you come off a better person. I’m friends with many jewish people, and they’d never have the gall to do that. I know that your peeople have had it rough, but you can’t use that in an argument just to prove that the other one is a piece of shit, when it is in fact you. I’m muslim, a WOC, and ancestrally speaking, from a country that your so-beloved president essentially banned their right to seek a better life in the states. For as long as I can remember - I’ve seen news about my kind being universally hated, I’ve been brought up in a post-9/11 world where for as long as I can remember that me and our kind are the enemy (so I can sympathise) - but you don’t see me and other muslims here using those petty tactics that you use, because unlike you, we’re not myopic and we know that won’t get us anywhere.

I mean, this behaviour sounds bratty and childish - so I was thinking, she’ll probably grow out of it. Then I find that you’re in you’re mid-twenties, and I think “you really haven’t grown up at all, have you?”, and honestly it just makes the behaviour worse as you are resulting to middle school/high school tactics -> especially making me block all those people, calling them sociopaths and evil bitches. This ain’t high school or Mean Girls, moron, this is a fandom. A place where people can create, share, like and comment on content that makes you happy. I don’t think you understand what that means - cause all I see, and everyone sees is you spewing hatred everywhere. Fandoms are supposed to make you feel included, feel happy, feel safe, be a place to make friends. I don’t think you know that, and I don’t think you are even smart enough to realise that you are the reason why our fandom isn’t happy.

And honestly, at this point, the hatred you are getting is well deserved. You deserve to feel like shit if all you are going to do is make others feel like shit.

I don’t know what else to say but:

1. Get the hell away from our fandom

2. Get rid of your internet connection.

3. Get a life.

4. We don’t want you here.

5. You’re scum.

6. Go suck a dick, or flick a bean, whatever gets you off you troglodyte.

I liked you man, I really did. Then I saw how you treat others, and now I know I made a dumb life choice in making friends with you. If only you weren’t such a piece of shit, we could have been good friends.

I don’t want you here on tumblr. They don’t want you here. No-one wants or needs a toxic parasite like you on this website.

Yours sincerely,

sui-senka, who just sucked Vergil’s dick yesterday, and liked it.

#devil may cry #dmc #discourse #dmc discourse #honk off #thephantomporg84 #derelict-stranger #🤡

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