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bethanysnow · 11 months

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Three in company (2)

Joseph Quinn X Reader X Jamie Campbell Bower

Slow Burn! Minors DNI, (no name mentioned no y/a mentioned)

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“To her Majesty, Queen of Astruador

Thank you so much for your interest in me. Pardon my late notice, when I received your letter I thought it was a joke. Not that you are my lady, but it is not every day the ruling monarch of a thriving country comes knocking at your door in the form of a marriage proposal. Which by the way I do accept. I am getting my affairs in order, you will soon hopefully meet my mother, she intends to see fit that my days are dictated by what she wishes.

Though with your assistance I do think I can finally do away with her meddling. I have right now my best at the tailors so when I receive word that the alterations are finished I will send word I am on my way. Do not make yourself fuss with extra things. I am a man of simple pleasures. I know very little about you, and I refuse to have the people in the French court make up my mind for me. We are to be married, so I want to make my own opinions.

As I would hope you do the same for me? Your Majesty, I know my reputation is that of a softer approach. Do not have this cloud your mind with thoughts of me being unfit for the position. I think it takes greater strength to be kind and forthcoming than that of a brute.

I am anxious to meet you,

Our Lord bless our Empress,

-Joseph Quinn, Duke of France”

Her fingers brushed over his signature at the bottom of the letter. Looking at his handwriting, how the letters connect to each other with each pass of the quill.

‘Do not make yourself fuss’

‘I want to make my own opinions, as I would hope you do the same for me’

No one in her life had spoken so plainly with her. It was always ‘your majesty this’ ‘my lady please hear my plea’ he does not even know her name and yet he speaks as if this was just an expedition and they have known each other for a very long time. Her Majesty stood in the drawing room looking at the letter, not looking at it completely, more focused inward. In her own mind. Watching the racing thoughts flow towards their uncomfortable end.

‘....What if he doesn’t like me? How wretched of a marriage that would be…would he want to bear children with a woman he hates? Would he be a good and benevolent king to her people? For he is british, they tended to be an over-apologetic group while maintaining the genocide of colonies and other land they have stolen. Would he be like that? Want to turn my country, my home, into a blood-soaked mission of conquest? Would…he be one to want to conquest me? I am young, and while not beautiful I do not think that matters to some…I can bear children…what if that is all he wants from me?-’

A soft knock at the door interrupts her thoughts, “Your Majesty? May I come in?”

Jamie asks.

“Yes, do come in”

“I was wanting to know your opinion on the drapes for the banquet. I was thinking a yellow or- …you look sad..what is wrong?” Furrowing his brows, seeing her forlorn figure. Gently sitting down next to her, quietly letting her speak in her own time. He knew much about how Her Majesty was a sensitive and soft-hearted woman. Sometimes with this getting lost in her own thoughts.

“...Bower- ddo you think...Mr. Quinn will-” She takes a breath “like me? I know it is silly, and I should be grateful he accepted my proposal and that this is all very sudden for both parties I assume. I do have small kindlings of a wish to be a good wife to such a man, but I don’t even know him. If he is kind or considerate if he will make a good ruler I-”

He puts a hand on top of hers. Rubbing slow circles into her skin. Taking slow breaths hoping that she will follow his lead.

“Your Majesty, I am your Chamberlain, I help run and lead this family until you are ready. If this…Joseph Quinn is to be your husband, our Emperor, then he shall have to be a part of this too. May I speak frankly with you?” He leans down to catch her eyes from boring into the floor. She nods. “Darling, I seek out comfort in knowing you will be there and one day be a beautiful and noble Empress. If you have doubts about your character or if you are worthy of being someone's wife…I do not think you should keep these thoughts. I have watched you from afar, as my father was your fathers Chamberlain and I am now yours- there is little in my mind that would have me sway from my opinion of you.”

Her Majesty chuckled, “And what opinion is that Chamberlain?”

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He sighs and looks at her, her eyes gone red from tears, her hands still slightly shaking under his grip. “I think-” He pauses for a moment. A small voice getting louder and louder screaming ‘TELL HER THE TRUTH!!’ But no dice.

“I think you are a beautiful and wise woman beyond your years…There is very little I believe you cannot do. My opinion is that of one of high praise, I am-” he takes a minute to breathe, the fuzzy butterflies floating up to his throat wanting to spill out from his mouth. “I am in awe of the things you are able to do. If you think this random Duke is worthy of your time then so be it. For I know many people would want to be at the other end of that aisle near the altar on that special day.”

Her face lights up, leaning over and wrapping her arms around her chamberlain.

Holding onto his clothes in tight fists breathing in his scent. As the last remaining piece of her life before the passing of her parents; she took greater comfort in him than any rose in that garden outside her window. He was springtime, and tea, and stern looks while sliding a chocolate behind his back to her while being scolded by her father, and the nights as a adolescent crawling into his bed when she had a nightmare. He was a shelter that she would be lost without.

“Thank you…really- I mean it.” Softly kissing his cheek, she wiped away her tears. “-Yes! Yellow drapes, that was it right?” still not fully together yet.

Jamie’s heart ached knowing she was so close yet so far away. He was holding her in his arms, reassuring her that another man could love her. When he was sitting there, plain as day! Could she not see how his heart beated almost out of his chest when she was around? How could she not tell that when he had to wake her up in the morning some days; her alone in her night dress took his breath away. She simply couldn’t see it.

But still he smiled, she was his life, and duty. To serve and protect the Queen, her Majesty, future Empress of his country. But also…his best friend.

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It was 4 days until the next letter was sent from France to Astruador. But it was the letter the court was waiting for. Telling the Astruadorian court that the Duke of France was on his way, it would take him two days to reach their palace,

“-But I am excited and overjoyed to meet you, your family, your country. I hope I do well by you. I wish to love you. As I wish you to love me.

-Duke of France

Joseph Quinn”

Now time for the obligatory panic that ensues when a girl has a boy coming over for the first time. Her Majesty dressed in the finest she owned, a white lace and light blue satin gown with a high collar and sheer linen over the front. Bows, and perforated sleeves made perfect puffs on either side with pearls and sapphires sewed into the many pins and tucks of a gown. Having her most structured pair of stays basically adhered to the poor girl. The morning the Duke was to arrive, the ladies in waiting found she was already up, washed, and nervously pacing the room. It was worth it in the end. The vision that stood before her in the mirror was one of an Empress, dignified, royal, almost even pretty. Putting in the last of the hair pins she was to meet Chamberlain Bower downstairs, today was going to be a busy, and long day.

To start was breakfast in the northern sitting room. A smaller french inspired room with chandeliers and chaise lounges and small intimate tables and chairs. It was meant for mornings. The big windows overlooked the front of the palace and the beginnings of the gardens. It was somewhat cloudy and the trees danced in a slight breeze.

Mr. Bower sat at a table looking over the designs for the banquet and her Majesty stood at the window looking out. Waiting for sight of a carriage that she knew wasn’t going to arrive until the afternoon or evening.

“Eat something your Majesty, the cooks worked hard today”

“.....”

“Your Highness, sit...Whatever is plaguing your mind spit it out and sit. You pacing and sighing and huffing is starting to worry me.” He said with a slight roll of his eye.

Silently the woman then sat across from Mr. Bower crossed her arms with a huff. Taking a sip of her tea grumbling about ‘he should be here by now’.

The Chamberlain chuckled looking over at the girl before him. “Now that is just childish…I know you are young, but seriously your Majesty, do you think the Duke wants a wife who huffs and puffs and slouches in a chair?” With a slight smile on his face. Finding her absolutely adorable if he were to be honest with himself.

“Oh what would you know?” Sitting a tad straighter. “-You don’t have a wife or a love…that I know of.” Teasing him right back “So pardon my immaturity when it comes to affairs either of us apparently know very little about” She smiles.

He let her win that one…she just didn’t need to know that.

Fiddling with the ring on her finger her majesty's eyes searched the imaginary book in front of her. Searching for something to say, to do. The man she was to marry, which in turn would start her life as Empress would arrive today. She shouldn’t be scolded for being on pins and needles because of it. She was to be married, have a coronation, and god knows what else. Hope was a thing flying out the window and she was to be prim? No thank you.

After some convincing from Mr. Bower, the Queen ate breakfast.

The morning led into midday as fresh flowers were being cut and put into beautiful overflowing arrangements around the palace. Mixes of their two flags colours but done in the works of floral with long strands of green leaves. It would make the palace reek of sweet nectar and perfume if not for the opened windows. In the library on the center table maids were polishing the silver, in the west wing in the music room instruments were being tuned up. Last of the jewellery the court was to be wearing at the dinner was being laid out and cleaned and counted.

Everything they could do to keep busy.

Her Majesty though hid away in her apartment. Pacing and thinking then overthinking. Nit picking her outfit, her hair. Lifting up her skirt and shift in front of the mirror to see if her ladies in waiting were truthful in saying the French don’t remove their body hair. Would that be a thing Mr. Quinn finds attractive? Having meals delivered to her room as the Master of Ceremonies came by asking her opinion on small details. It was all very overwhelming for her Majesty.

All the members of the court were to be invited. Including those of the Maraviches, cousins, aunts and uncles, who try and grasp at power. Ladies Isabel and Jane were to be in attendance. Soon she would be surrounded by her favorite people and that was what she was to focus on. Not the impending doom living in her chest.

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lulubelle814 · 6 months

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 30

Together, we sifted through several recommendations sent over from not only Luke but ones provided by Dr. Shepherd as well. Tom had a great idea to see if there were any crossovers from the lists which narrowed it down considerably. That gave us 4 names to continue looking at to see if one stood out among the others. We knew we had previously seen Dr. Day but wanted to start fresh with someone new.

“Oh, this one went to Oxford. She’s obviously out,” he said as he tossed that one off to the side.

“Oi! Just because you're a Cambridge boy doesn’t mean you get to be a snob about this. It says right here that she’s had massive success helping people in my position, is highly rated, and even does house calls in some circumstances.”

Tom put on a pouty face which fell away quickly. “You’re right, dear. I shouldn’t let my school rivalry get in the way of your recovery.” Placing a quick kiss to my temple, he moved on to another candidate.

“You know what, I think I quite like the idea of a female therapist. Just something about it feels safer, easier.”

“I say we go with your gut. The therapist will be helping you more than anything, and we want to make sure you’re comfortable.” Tom looked through the candidates and removed the men, leaving only two, the lady with the Oxford credentials and another one we hadn’t had a chance to look at. Picking up the info sheets, something about her felt right. She has an office and uses it for those who prefer a professional setting but also meets at people’s homes and alternate locations as needed for appointments with trauma and recovery, works pro-bono with battered women’s shelters, fantastic feedback from past patients, and a degree from…….

“Look, love. She went to Cambridge!”

Pursing my lips, I wanted to select the other therapist just to spite him, but my intuition said this person was the one for me; however, nothing said I couldn’t mess with him first.

“I don’t know, hon. I hear Cambridge is kind of chancy with things like this. Finding you was one in a million, and I feel incredibly lucky, but I don’t think lightning strikes twice. Maybe we should go with Oxford? They are listed as one of the top programs for psychology.”

The look of shock on his face was priceless. How dare anyone insult his alma mater! I let him stew for a moment before dissolving into laughter. “I’m just messing with you, love! Cambridge here actually feels like the better fit. I can’t really explain it, but she’s the one. Oxford has all the right credentials as well, but there’s just something about Cambridge.”

Pulling out his phone, Tom looked at the info sheet for the number. “Would you like me to schedule an appointment? Or we can wait if you’d like to think about it?” “Probably better to go ahead and schedule rather than put it off.”

“Let's do it.” Inputting the number, he called. It rang two or three times before someone picked up. “Good afternoon! Yes, my wife and I would like to make an appointment with Dr. Natalie Bertram, please.”

Gripping his hand, I listened in as he answered their questions. “That would be perfect. Thank you very much.” Hanging up the phone, he turned to me. “They had a cancellation and have an opening in 2 days in the afternoon. She’ll meet us here at the house for the initial visit and then take it from there. Her office will be emailing us the paperwork shortly to fill out and send back to them which I can take care of if you’d like?”

“I can help with the paperwork. You’ve done so much already.”

“I am beyond happy to help and take care of you. We’re a team, partners. How about we tag team it then?”

“Sounds great!”

Sure enough, the paperwork came in about 20 minutes later. With both of us working on it, it took roughly an hour to get it all filled out and sent back. While he worked on the standard insurance forms, I started on the mental health and history questionnaires. Once he finished the insurance forms, we worked on the questionnaires together. By the time we finished, we were both famished and ordered Chinese take away.

The following morning, Tom called a company Luke recommended to him about coming to fix the garden fencing. It was pure luck that they had someone nearby who had some time between projects and arrived roughly thirty minutes later. He introduced himself as Keith and took a look at the back fencing Tom showed him as well as the other sections and the side gate.

"Fixing those parts of the fence by the gate you showed me is definitely not a problem. We can have someone over early next week.”

With that all set up, we looked at options to have a dog door installed, whether to have one built into the wall or simply have one placed into the sliding glass door.

“Well, that seems like an easy one. It seems to be better to have one placed into the door. Plus they have all sorts of techy ones so that only Bobbers can get in and out and none of those stray cats that like to antagonize him that I’ve seen.” Tom quickly agreed.

We spent the evening looking at various options, eating take away, and watching telly.

I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, confused again. Unable to help myself, I began to shake and cry. As if sensing it, he woke up as well, embracing me from behind. I leaned into him, turning to face him and bury my head in the crook of his neck.

He tried to ask if I wanted to talk about it, but words escaped me. So he rocked me back and forth, cooing in my ear that everything would be okay.

It was a while before I was able to calm down. "Would you like some tea?" I nodded, and he left. Bobby wasted no time in taking his place. When he returned a few minutes later, Bobby refused to move, but once I finished my tea, I moved him to the other side so he could be the tiny spoon, me the middle spoon, and Tom the big spoon. Although Tom fell asleep shortly after, sleep didn't come so easily to me, and I wasn't sure I wanted it to.

Chapter 31

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sungbeam · 7 months

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amethystconstellation · 10 months

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Shunsui Birthday Blurb

Okay so this is the first time I’m writing something like this. If you have any tips for me to get better, please let me know in the comments or message me. I want to get better at writing in the story sense just so I can write some nice things for myself. (Like I love the black reader tags with all my heart and soul but I really need some fluff right now 😅 So if I get better at this, I’ll start writing some fluff soon).

So of course my inspiration comes from the fact that Bleach, one of my fave anime shows from when I was a kid, returns and I get to see the love of my life Shunsui again.

You know it’s funny. When I was a kid, I always liked Shunsui. He was funny and laidback and him and Jushiro were the best friend dynamic I always loved. But I also thought he was super cool and really intuitive because he was really good and looking deeper into situations and because of how he presented himself outwardly, people would think he’s assuming and he would use that to his advantage. BUT he was still a captain and was mentored by Yamamoto so everyone new there was something special about him. And he was always like a teddy bear to me because he did show a lot of care and considerations to others as time went on.

And now that I’m older, that just morphed into him turning into my man my man my man because well…. HE’S GREAT! I don’t know what to tell you.

Now with TYBW coming back, we get to see more of his character and how he thinks because he was made soutaicho. I also want to do like my own head cannon deep dives into his character because he’s really just an overall interesting character. That’s what these little blurbs are for. It’s going to be out of order because TYBW is ongoing and I’m able to keep up with it easier than the old series (which I’m rewatching right now) if that makes sense.

Also I am going to write in his perspective. If there is any instance where I accidentally mess that up in the writing, please let me know.

And I’m going to be mainly basing this off the anime, I am going to read/re-read TYBW and update these when I have the chance and time but right everything is anime based.

But yeah. Sorry for being long winded. Here’s my writing below under the read more button. I hope you guys like it too.

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TYBW Ep 1: The Blood Warfare

Warnings: Anime spoilers but other than that none. Again if I missed

something let me know! 🙏🏾

Something’s off with the air today but what? I don’t know.

I’m sitting and drinking some sake looking out the window from my office. Well, more like nursing it really. I haven’t drank much of it because today just doesn’t feel right to me.

On the Karakura side of things, everything seems fine. The usual hollow appears, we send Soul Reapers to handle the problem. But if push comes to show, we have them and, most importantly, him on our side to help.

Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora Sado, and Uryu Ishida.

He’s one interesting child alright. He’s got us out of tighter spots with dealing with everything that’s happened.

So much has happened since Rukia has met.

It feels like it was just yesterday that he ran in here with his friends to save her from execution and then everything happened so fast.

Aizen, Tousen, and Gin, to a major extent, were revealed as traitors. The Bounts emerged again along with Ran’Thao and ultimately became extinct. The arrancars and thus Aizen returning. The Fullbringers. Kisuke returning to clear his name and the downfall of Aizen’s plan.

We’re lucky to have him help. It’s unfortunate he’s so young. Not just in soul years (?) but just in general human years as well.

I have a feeling that fate is not done with Jim’s and his friends yet but we’ll have his back. Besides knowing him, he’ll want to help even willing to risk his life in the process.

But something weird is going on here. Whole communities in the Rukon district have been disappearing without a trace. The latest incident being in Sabitsura, the West 64 District in Rukon Ikkaku and Yumichika, the 3rd and 5th seat of Squad 11 are there now helping with the investigation.

I wonder if they’ll find something in this dis—

“Hm?”

Someone’s spiritual pressure disappeared just now. I have a bad felling about this—

Someone else’s spiritual pressure is gone…

…..It was Lieutenant Sasakibe’s. I knew something was wrong with today.

It’s only a matter of time before Old Man Yama calls the captains together again.

“Captain Kyoraku.” Nanao’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Oh, Nanao. Haha. Looks like you found me. What is it?”

She furrowed her brows and I can see the worry and stress in her face.

After a brief pause, she finally tells me, “Soutaicho Yamamoto has called for an emergency Captains’ meeting and has asked for all Captains to report to him immediately.”

I stand up and put on my Sugegasa hat to get ready to head to Old Man Yama and the others.

“Okay. I’ll head over immediately.”

Walking out the door and heading to the meeting place, I can’t help but wonder.

How bad is this going to be?

I should’ve known that peace in the Seireitei would be fleeting and would only last for so long.

With a deep sigh, I said to myself, “I guess it’s time to go back to work.”

#shunsui kyoraku #bleach #bleach tybw #shunsui bleach #Shunsui Kyoraku writing #writing #fanfic #bleach fic #anime #anime fic #me #my writing #anime spoilers #bleach imagines

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fuckyeahreligionpigeon · 2 years

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I don't have any comments for specific memes on your page.

What I do have are comments about how although religion has done a lot of harm to the world, indescriminantly tagging every single one of your posts with the same tags is not a good move. A religion is not the same as a cult. Implying that Islam and Judaism (the entire religions, because you're not tagging specific sects) are comparable to Scientology or the Jehovah's Witnesses is incredibly uninformed. Cults function by preventing their followers from thinking about things. Judaism functions by questioning everything, including Judaism itself.

Your cultural Christianity is showing. Non-Abrahamic non-western religions (Theravada Buddhism, for one) have caused much more systemic harm than certain sects of Christianity have. Either tag every religion that's ever caused major societal problems (an impossible task) or tag more specifically.

People who paint all religions as brainless organizations designed to destroy free will are ultimately unhelpful. Religious minorities such as Judaism have been stereotyped as evil for far too long. By pitting non-religious people against religious people, we open already marginalized communities to even more marginalization.

I don't mean this to be an attack, but please use some critical thinking before tagging a post about the perils of a Christian state as #Judaism. I'm sure your internet echo chamber has led you to forget about non-Abrahamic religions and the distinctions between Abrahamic religions, but it's not difficult to learn about what you're criticizing before you criticize it.

Every religion has problems. But these problems require different solutions. Pretending all religions are a monolith (thereby erasing the vast majority of religions) is not a solution to any problem.

All religions started out as cults, became legitimized for a time, then died out. This includes all religions from the ancient times that are considered cults today.

We do not condone hate. If our use of tags is considered hate speech by you or a few others, that’s on you. Tags are our way of making people think. Asking for special consideration doesn’t serve anyone’s purpose. If our tags don’t relate to your specific situation, then move on, change the channel and most of all learn how to use tumblr. If you see us as promoting religious marginalization as atheists, just wait till the christian fundamentalists take over. Judaism and all the other religions they perceive as unworthy, will be liquidated. This is not hyperbole, that is their intent. They want to get all the jews to come home to Israel for the start of Armageddon and the end times. Some mythical guy named jesus will come back and punish all the evildoers.

If you took the time to go through our archive, you would see that we have posted about other religions around the world. They don’t get much play in the western press. So when we come across an article on a religion that might be worthy of reading about, we post it.

Hope this helped you in understanding our intent. One last thing, if your belief in your religion is strong, what we post shouldn’t matter to you in the least.

#atheism #christianity #judaism #islam #catholicism #mormonism #baptist #jehovah witness #scientology #Religion

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blackink-onpaper · 11 months

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The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

Masterlist 🖤

Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Also, please let me know what you think so far! It means a lot to me!

Chapter 8

I let out a huge sigh as I entered my room, contemplating for a good few minutes what I should do. How could I be so stupid? What did I expect, if not exactly this? I was even contemplating going to Ziggurat’s office to tell him about this, but I doubt it would gain me any real respect from the boys. At that moment, there was a ring on my door. After a moment of figuring out how to open it, the door revealed Zeo’s face:

“Can I come in?”

“Yes of course” I rushed to hide my silk nightgown that was visible in my suitcase: “you’re the nicest one anyway”

“Camila, I don’t know what to tell you” he sighed, sitting down at my desk to rest his leg: “I’ve been here only two years, and only 13 months of which have been with Starbreaker. Jack’s been here 4 years, and Damian I don’t even know.”

I felt as if Zeo was trying to make ammends for people who didn’t deserve it: “What does that have to do with anything?”

He paused, as if he was not sure if he was allowed to say what he wanted to say. With struggle in his voice, which he lowered considerably, he continued: “The arrangements change you. They alter your personality in some ways.”

I stood there, equally confused and shocked. Zeo continued with in a low voice: “All I’m trying to say is, I know exactly what you’re going through right now, I’m not defending Damian in any way, or Jack for that matter, but I’ve seen myself do things not much different to them.” He paused: “I’ve seen myself want to do things that are really bad.”

Silence settled in the room, not uncomfortable, but the silence that follows big and unsettling secrets.

“Zeo, can I help you in some way?” I asked softly, I wasn’t sure what to say really.

“I don’t know” he released a big, heavy sigh: “but I am kind of glad you’re here. It changes things.” We smiled at each other, I even wanted to give him a hug, but seeing as I just met him I felt like it might have been innapropriate.

“Should I go upstairs?” I asked, unsure of what to do, or how to handle the situation.

“Damian left right after you, I think he went into his room. Maybe Jack is still in the common room.” We sat in silence again for a minute, before he continued: “but actually, it’s almost lunch time.”

“What does a daily schedule look like for you guys?”

“Wake up at 6AM, 7AM breakfast, physical training, lunch, bey training, arrangement, then a few hours of recovery, or the tournament obviously. By 8 or 9PM we are alseep from exhaustion from the arrangement… it makes you more tired.”

“And weekends?”

“Same thing” Zeo looked at my suitcase: “we follow the same schedule almost always, we change it only for pursuits, battles and other projects.”

I sighed this time: “it sounds horrible, you guys have no free time”

“Jack and Damian have more free time than me, because they are more compatible with the arrangement. It doesn’t hurt them as much as it hurts me” he stopped himself with a grip, as if he was going to say something he didn’t want to: “So I need more recovery time.”

I felt completely alien to this even though I was with Julian for years: this was a completely different world. I did not know how to comfort Zeo, if I should even comfort him considering he probably signed up for this himself. I felt uncomfortable seeing him suffer, and I sensed tragedy and pain in him. I got up slowly, and hugged him tight. Although I couldn’t see his face, I assume he was shocked because his breathing pattern changed, halting before becoming more relaxed: “thank you.”

“I sensed you haven’t got a hug in a long time!” I joked, but just as the last words came out of my mouth I realised it might have been insensitive: “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right” he slowly broke away from the hug: “I kind of forgot it’s normal to be close to people in that way.” He paused again, because his smart watch transmitted a voice message. “Mr. Abyss, your lunch is served in your quarters” a female voice said: “well, that’s me I guess” he stood up, walking over to the door before looking over his shoulder, halting with what he wanted to say again before just walking out.

Upon returning to the common room, I found Jack having his lunch: “Do you mind if I join?”

“Of course not!” he gestured with his hand. I walked over and sat down, observing that Zeo really wasn’t joking about how much they need to eat. Jack’s plate had salad, several vegatables, a lot of meat and rice covered in some sauce, and even though it looked very nice it had no smell whatsoever:

“Don’t worry about Damian” he patted his mouth with a napkin: “He is a very taunting personality, but he is harmless… somewhat. And he would not defy Ziggurat in a milion years.”

I paused for a second, before firmly deciding I wanted to change the subject: “How do you feel about the battle with Gan Gan Galaxy?”

“Oh I am fine” he cut a piece of the steak and pierced it with his fork: “on the morning of the match all three of us have an arrangement session, so we’re ready.” He smiled before taking a bite off his fork.

“Does it hurt? The arrangements?”

He paused until he finished chewing: “Depends. Zeo suffers from the side-effects, but I’m sure he already told you that” he said in a rude tone, before picking up again: “I tolerate it very well although sometimes I feel a burning sensation, like electricity jolting through my veins” he proceeded to cut his food: “and Damian’s fine, he’s gotten used to it probably.”

“Is he here the longest?”

Jack squinted his eyes at me in a sneaky way, revealing a beautiful eyeshadow colour on his lids: “wouldn’t you like to know?” I remained silent and deliberately made a bored look on my face.

“Are you watching our demonstration tomorrow morning?” Jack changed the subject

“I wasn’t aware of it until now, of course I’ll come” It’s not like I have anything else to do around here, I thought to myself: “what’s the demonstration for?”

“Before big battles we fight with all the top bladers in HD academy to train, if they win” he chuckled at this point, as if it was impossible: “they get to replace the member who lost, but that obviously hasn’t ever happened.”

“And if they lose?”

“Well, absolute destruction to their Beys and confidence probably” Jack shrugged his shoulders, I was repeatedly shocked how calmly, and matter-of-fact Starbreaker spoke of their skill and power, without any respect to other Bladers:

“Did you have this before battling Excalibur as well?”

Jack burst out laughing manically: “Please!” He wiped an invisible tear from his eyes theatrically: “Has watching the match not been enough for you?”

“Yes I suppose it has…” I sighed: “too much even.”

“Love is so beautiful but so pathetic” Jack sighed as well: “I mean, I personally enjoyed watching him lose so pathetically, even with two aids!”

“Jack” I gave him a warning look, his voice was getting too excited talking about all the Starbreaker victories, and I wasn’t up for this conversation. When he saw my glare, he calmed down and studied my face more closely: “you are actually very beautiful, Camila”

“Thank you Jack, I appreciate the ‘actually’” I said sarcastically. He slid his plate away and came extremely close to my face, studying it with a crazy look in his eyes: “yes… yes… your visage is very unique! Reminiscent of a… of a sad noble statue!”

I scoffed, moving a bit further away: “Sad noble statue, this is really a first…”

“No! No! You must pose for me!” He made big gestures with his hands: “I have not had a muse since Befall!” he said, showing me his Bey, which resembled a shiny precious ruby in his gloved hand: “Please, let me paint you.”

“Okay…” I said, scooting away from him again: “but nothing weird okay? No nude or something?”

“Of course not” he stood up slowly, walking around the conversation pit: “Nude is for the artists who are afraid of capturing something more than just flesh!”

Surprisingly, I actually agree with him on this: “I agree Jack… Do you love art?”

“DO I??” He gasped enthusiastically, and I knew his lunch was long forgotten at that moment.

#beyblade #beyblade fanfiction #damian hart #oc #damian hart x oc #beyblade jack #team excalibur #hd academy #anime #beyblade metal saga #zeo abyss #beyblade gingka #beyblade metal fury #hades #julian konzern #damian hart x reader #hades inc #beyblade zeo #beyblade smut

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Hi gorgeous matan4il, I am such a fan as you know. We’ve had some little chats on Discord and AO3. I adore your generosity of spirit and the love that you hold for so many people. You are such an inspiration. Your outlook on life with your vertigo and your recent diagnosis helps me to cope everyday with my constant pains and fatigue. I really want you to know what an amazing person you are. I’m not on Instagram but read your site everyday and it always makes my day. Hugs, love and sunshine vibes

It’s me again, only got a few words each ask! I meant to say that I’m Malecfan09 but ran out of words! Sending lots of love and hugs and fabulous positive energy your way.

Okay, I feel like I’m bombing your inbox but after last night’s episode I just wanted your idea on this: when I donated ova to close friends I had to undergo a psych check-up and have serious conversations about motherhood. I had to sign a form that I would never claim the child. All very formal and clear cut. I feel that Buck has not had that and I wonder if it’s not a thing in the US? Donation is not parenthood. Any thoughts?

Ooops, I forgot to say it was me in that last ask, about the donation is not parenthood! Sorry. Brain fog! Malecfan09

Awwww, my darling! :D (IDK if you want your name used on Tumblr, so I won’t unless you tell me otherwise)

I’m so happy to hear from you here! Please, you’re not bombarding my inbox with anything other than love, and there’s never too much of that, I'm smiling reading every ask I got from you! And I am hugging you SO BIG! Thank you so much for YOUR kindness and beautiful nature, it’s been a pleasure getting to know you! I am so sorry you have to deal with pains and fatigue. I know exactly how debilitating those are, and what makes it worse is they’re an ‘invisible disability’ which means people don’t get it, and instead of getting the support you need, you sometimes have to deal with the extra burden of their misconceptions regarding you. I am SO proud of you for every single day and moment of coping, I see you and I am here to support you in whatever way I possibly can! I’m so glad if the little bits I’ve shared have helped you, and if there’s anything more I can do, please let me know!

I salute you for having donated ova to friends, I know that takes a lot, too. *hugs* And I’m glad to hear the process is so considerate of the donor’s well being in your country. TBH, since I’m not an American, IDK for sure what the requirements are there. I tried to find out, and for a California sperm bank, what they write is this:

Between 19 and 38 years old

Now attending or have graduated from college. Professional experience considered in lieu of college education.

Are in good health

Legally allowed to work in the US

I also tried to see if they have a different policy for a non-anonymous sperm donation, and if they do, their website doesn’t state so. I’m not sure how much this represents the situation overall, and if there are any Americans out there reading this, who would like to chime in, please do! But this seems to imply that psych check-ups are not required, which seems to fit in with what we’ve been shown on screen so far. That could be just the show overlooking something for the sake of drama! As I wrote in my 609 meta, I do believe Buck is headed for a psychological crisis, and so maybe there are real life procedures in place meant to look after the donor, that 911 might have ignored to enable that later development of Buck’s arc...

Thank you again and please know I am sending you a big hug every single day! (as always, if anyone’s looking for it, here is my ask tag!) xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #fandom love #kindness #ask #malecfan09 #thank you!#<3333 #i hope you know you're amazing #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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libidxne · 2 years

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Ind. Selective, and Mutual Exclusive, smut-based rp blog. Mun and both muses are 21+. There will be kinks and some potentially darker themes portrayed here. all will be tagged appropriately. all potential rp partner MUST be 21+ to write with me here. important note: everything here involves consent... there will be no writing of r*pe, dubious consent, etc. this blog is an adventure is combating some of my own sexual trauma, so activity will be super hit and miss as i slowly get acclimated to sexual content, again.

muses and brief rules down below for easy acess

name: Jett Williams age: 31 leaning: fully dominant sexuality: pansexual / panromantic profession: retail store ceo

personality: nice, kindhearted, always willing to lend a helping hand where needed. can’t function without a latte in the morning. pretty much a gentleman. total dom in bed, though. is into a lot of domination, control, etc. think mr. grey from 50 sh.ades, but if he actually respected consent, wasn’t controlling, gave a shit about aftercare, and was a practiced, careful, considerate dom who knew that the real control comes from the sub willingly, enthusiastically giving it...

kinks: bondage, gentle / rough domination, knife play, agoraphilia ( public sex) and exhibitionism, blood play, rope play, impact play, acarophilia ( scratching kink), choking, being begged, orgasm control, sex through clothing, degradation, orgasm control/denial, dirty talking, face fucking, face sitting (receiving), slapping, somnophilia (sex with partner who’s asleep), lingerie

name: Blakely Marke age: 27 leaning: true switch sexuality: pansexual / panromantic profession: owner of medieval themed bar/restaurant

personality: no nonsense, speaks her mind, but does try to be empathic about it. has been described by her staff as someone who’ll have your back no matter what, just don’t piss her off. has a pittie named Carly. doesn’t care what people think of her, has plenty of confidence in herself. good sense of humor, if a sarcastic one. does get a lot of enjoyment out of both being the dom, and being dommed. also isn’t opposed to something super vanilla, bc it’s nice to have a slow change of pace sometimes.

kinks: light bondage, impact play, overstimulation, dirty talk, face sitting, sensory deprivation (blindfolds, earplugs), gags, nipple torture/nipple worship, collaring, partner in uniforms/outfits, lingerie, crying and encouragement, food play (whip cream), joi (jerk off instructions, instructing how to masturbate), sex in front of mirrors, biting, orgasm control/denial, sensation play (ice cubes, feathers), strap-ons, teasing, praise

RULES:

1. stating, again, all mun / muses interacting here MUST be 21+.

2. For my comfort, for the time being, I will only be writing with muns I know prior from my main blog @rubiesintherough

3. all kinks and potentially triggering content will be tagged as triggername cw. if you need something specific tagged, just ask.

4. as with real sex, consent is key. before we start writing, please fill me in on what your muse is into, even just a vague rundown so we have a place to start all interactions, whether through memes or starters, will be implied consent. all parties having agreed to have sex, to the kinks. aka, if you send a meme involving a kink, that means your muse has given consent for that kink. there will be NO dubious consent or noncon here.

5. while this will be a primarily smut based blog --- and both muses are very happy with casual, purely sexual relationships --- i’m totally down for establishing actual ships, real relationships between our muses, etc. both are pansexual / panromantic, so gender of partner isn’t an issue.

6. when sending a meme, please be sure to specify which muse its for.

7. I’m always open to hc asks, ic asks, starters, plots thrown my way, etc. i’m also fully happy to plot out past a first meeting, as those can sometimes be awkward and difficult to write.

TBA

#tag dump:#. ooc.#thread : JETT #desires : JETT #answers : JETT #visage : JETT #thread : BLAKELY #desires : BLAKELY #answers : BLAKELY #visage : BLAKELY #MEMES.

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maoam · 3 years

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WHY HINATA IS NOT A GOOD CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I wanted to take a deeper look at Hinata’s character, considering there are a lot of claims about her out there, that she’s strong, that she’s kind, that she’s complex and relatable, that she’s the perfect woman and that she’s at least better than Sakura. I don’t really think so, and I’ll explain why. I’ll be focusing on canon, so no fillers or novels will be included in this post. I’ll say this as a warning, if you’re a fan of her character this probably won’t be something you’ll like. This will be tagged with the anti tags and put under read more so please do not complain if tumblr somehow puts this in the normal tags, it is not intentional. Also Sakura stans please don’t write lengthy comments about Sakura under this, I’m not a fan of her either and I’ll write about her later. Make your own post instead.

”HINATA IS STRONG AND THE BEST KUNOICHI”

Hinata is generally really bad as a shinobi and I’m not sure where the claims that she is strong come from. Hinata's entire character revolves around her being weak. This could have been fine if she actually developed, or if she found some other area for herself, yet she's mediocre at best and a waste of panels at worst, because she never becomes good or strong at anything. She’s not only physically weak from start to finish, but she’s also the equivalent of a damsel in distress. Everytime Hinata attempts to do something, she ends up failing, getting beaten up and having to be saved. She lost to her sister who is five years younger than her, which is what marked her as a failure in her clan. She tried to fight Neji in the chunin exams and ended up coughing up blood and losing her consciousness, and Naruto had to beat Neji for her. After Kabuto heals her fully, she spends the rest of part 1 either sleeping or missing in action. Very underwhelming.

If this had been only the beginning, it would have maybe been fine, but it’s a reoccuring pattern with her character. She throws herself in front of Pain, managing to do nothing but get one-paneled and almost killed. Even at the start of the war she had to be saved by Naruto. She tried to run to Naruto and tripped over a rock. Actually, she’s so weak she got Neji killed, when he had to jump in front of her so she wouldn’t get impaled. Why is she even in the front lines when she can’t fight? Even in Naruto the Last movie she had to be saved multiple times. In Boruto the movie she is still useless and reckless, leaving her daughter’s side to help Naruto, ending up defeated and having to be healed by Sakura once again.

I can’t say she’s mentally strong either. She has the personality of someone who hates conflict and tries to avoid it as best as they can, to the point of agreeing with others on everything, as Neji pointed out. Even without him saying it out loud, most of Hinata’s moments that aren’t her thinking about Naruto are her doing exactly this. This is not the personality of someone who is strong mentally. It’s the personality of someone who is too weak to have their own mind, someone who will go with the flow and is easily led and convinced. It can be dangerous the more you think about it. Hinata is also the bystander who never stands up for Naruto despite liking and admiring him. If she’s a compassionate girl, why isn’t she showing this by reaching out to Naruto and befriending him? Why doesn’t she show he’s not alone? Why is she only drawing inspiration from him? I don’t normally watch fillers, but there was one filler scene unrelated to Hinata where this girl says if you only look at the loser and do nothing, you aren’t much better than the oppressors, which probably wasn’t meant to be a call out for Hinata, but ended up being so anyway. Another thing that’s annoying is how she is berating herself often, yet doing nothing, it comes off as self-pity. Even in the Last movie, she is talking about how she must be a bad sister for knitting a scarf when her sister is in danger. Then why are you doing it and not stopping? Of course everytime this happens Naruto must cheer her up because she just can’t stop moping around and doing something herself.

Aside from all this, from the very beginning Hinata’s honor needed to be defended by Naruto because she couldn’t stand up for herself. Of course, after Naruto’s words she did stood up for a moment, and that was good, but it should have been a wake up call which altered her course. Instead, she kept doing the same she always did. If we take the Last movie into consideration, she’s still not strong enough to do anything even about her crush on Naruto. She needs genjutsu and Sakura to do the work for her. So even when it comes to the only thing she cares about 90 % of the time, which is Naruto-kun, she can’t do anything about it. That’s really sad.

”HINATA IS KIND AND SELFLESS”

There’s one mistake I see people make often, and that’s assuming characters that are quiet and shy are automatically kind. I wouldn’t say Hinata is as kind as the fandom makes her out to be. She simply comes off that way because you don’t really see her have her own opinions or disagree with the other characters. Hinata’s shyness on the other hand is most of the time a fetishized quirk to appeal to certain subset of fans. Her shyness doesn’t stop her from taking exams or hanging around Shino and Kiba, or talking to characters other than Naruto. She also has enough attitude to rub Neji’s status as a house slave in his face during their match, but because she stutters Naruto-kun every five minutes she’s supposedly kind. Kindness is shown through actions, not through standing around and stuttering. For comparison, we see Ino befriend an unpopular kid like Sakura, and give her confidence. That’s an act of kindness. Did Hinata ever cared about helping the branch members in any way? No.

She's supposedly "kind" but like I mentioned before she never shows this kindness by standing up for Naruto, or reaching out to him. She simply stares at him behind a tree and draws inspiration from his suffering. The only time she can actually stand up is to selfishly confess her love and die. She even said she felt like being selfish, and like I said she knew there was nothing she could do, she was told she’d only be in the way. She came there only to confess and commit suicide. This actually reminds me of another anime where this female character, after being unable to receive a male character’s love killed herself in front of him and said ”now you’ll never forget me”.

In the end, she cares about nothing but her own hormonal urges. Hinata tried to help Naruto cheat to pass an exam at the risk of disqualifying her whole team. This is the first individual action we see her character take. Did she consider Shino and Kiba during that moment? No, she didn’t even have an inner conflict on whether she should do this, whether it’s right towards her teammates. Even Naruto considers he might get Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura all in trouble if he accepts Hinata’s offer, which is why he doesn’t do it. Then when Hinata wonders if she can cheer for Naruto during his and Kiba’s match, she thinks Kiba might get mad. It’s more about how Kiba views her rather than whether she should cheer for Kiba because they are in the same team and should support each other. During the Pain attack, she left an injured shinobi, who couldn’t move, to go to Naruto, even when said shinobi told her she would only be in Naruto’s way. She didn’t try to save people, she simply wanted to confess and act in front of Naruto. This is about a threat to the entire village, which includes her comrades and her sister and she’s thinking only about her romantic feelings towards a guy she had maybe two conversations with and who barely remembers she exists. How is she better than Sakura? War arc really was the icing on the cake that Hinata’s character is only about Naruto. We should not forget the infamous ”Naruto-kun’s hand is so big… so manly...” is that really the right time to be thirsty? When Neji just died? Shikamaru mentions that he could help out Naruto as a right-hand man and then Hinata thinks “I-I want to be by Naruto-kun’s side too.” Then there’s of course the scene where she starts running to Naruto, leaving her post and teammates, even when Naruto is a mile away and already in the hands of medical ninjas, and even that ends up her pathetically tripping over a rock. Kiba has to remind her to use her byakugan because she is too busy gushing about Naruto. Eventually her only last line is “Naruto-kun”, when everyone is put into IT. It’s like a parody by this point. She doesn’t have any concern for her sister, her father, her teammates, Kurenai or her baby. It’s just “Naruto-kun” like it always is. Even in the Last movie, she is knitting a scarf for Naruto during the mission where they’re supposed to save her sister. Who brings a scarf on a mission? Why is she thinking about her romantic gift to Naruto so much she has to take it with her on a mission which focus is saving her sister? She even looks more devastated when Toneri tores the scarf apart than she ever does for Hanabi’s sake. It’s just silly and selfish.

”HINATA IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER”

Is she complex though? Her development goes from standing behind a tree looking at her crush she never talks to, to committing suicide for feelings that could never be reciprocated, to… waiting that a genjutsu and Sakura guilt trip Naruto enough for him to be with her? Like I already mentioned her character revolves entirely around Naruto, she has no hobbies or interests we know of aside from him. She has no motivations aside from being by Naruto’s side. She once had an interesting goal and backstory, but that was never fully explored, and it turned into her wanting Naruto’s attention and thinking about him. Her clan plot was irrelevant, she showed no interest in wanting to be a leader or even wanting to make things better for the branch members. It’s funny because immediately after the ending, no one cared about the Hyuuga branch and how the storyline was dropped and had no resolution. It was only when Hinata was being attacked for not showing to care did her fans start to over-analyze all the panels looking for the tiniest little clue that might hint at some changes.

It’s possible to be both shy, anxious and quiet and also to be strong, motivated and have interests and dreams. Hinata is never strong for herself, she’s only strong to be with Naruto, to die for Naruto, to motivate Naruto, to have Naruto look at her even for a moment. All the while Naruto doesn’t pay much attention to her unless she’s literally dying in front of him or she slapped him. Even when a big climax is happening, what’s on her mind is always her romantic feelings and her crush. I saw someone say if she were a male character, and she pulled this pointless sacrifice and theatrical confession in the final fight of an arc, she would’ve been universally mocked. Actually, I think even if it was Sakura who did this instead of Hinata the former would have been mocked, because their stans are unable to see the same flaws in their own fave as they see in the other girl. Naruto is a battle manga, characters are supposed to contribute to the defeat of the villain in some material way. The only reason people praise Hinata for what she did in the Pain arc is because they either pity her or because they’re men who think women killing themselves for a man is great because it boosts their ego.

I also notice many Hinata fans don’t notice the vanity in their own fandom. They call Hinata “princess”, ”heiress”, ”Konoha’s first lady” and draw fanart glorifying these concepts and how it makes Hinata good, because they like the superficial status, what they don’t care is the titles are unearned. I thought Hinata’s appeal was that she’s the underdog and a loser? Or maybe her real appeal is the idea of getting everything you want without doing much in order to get it? Another claim is that Hinata is the perfect woman, which you might see from men. This is what I might dislike the most. Men judge Hinata’s worth and whether she’s a good character based on what kind of woman they want and think is the right kind of woman. Hinata has big breasts, she’s submissive, she has no other interests than the man she likes, and she’s the only girl in her class who didn’t go for the popular guy. Many men hate Sakura, Ino and Karin for being fangirls but praise Hinata for being a fangirl. Basically to them if a character is a fangirl of the wrong guy, she’s a stupid slut. If she fangirls their self insert, she’s wife material and the ideal woman. If Sakura has to be saved, she’s useless. If Hinata tries to kill herself for Naruto, she’s ”so kind”. Rin is a one-dimensional character, but Hinata saying Naruto-kun for the 50th time is depth. Hinata is also claimed to be better than the other girls because she had more kids and thus is more ”fertile”. It’s like feminism never happened and we are back to the 16th century. Why are we judging women’s worth on how many kids they have and how much they can please a man?

I could also talk about how Studio Pierrot turned Hinata into a hentai bait for otakus, which also plays a part in her popularity, but I don’t think it’s necessary, so I will just offer this picture which speaks for itself.

END NOTE

Hinata is simply just a sexist stereotype, a shadow of a real woman, with not much depth, and who is certainly not better than Sakura either. Both of them are fangirls whose characters revolve around men. It’s wild to me how there are women who genuinely act like one must be a misogynist if they reject Hinata’s superficial, one-dimensional and boy crazy character. Her character itself is misogynist for crying out loud. And honestly, what does it say when even the creator himself assumes that Hinata is someone’s favorite character because he must like big boobs?

#anti hinata #anti hinata hyuga #mp #I'm not sure if I'm satisfied with this #but there's just not much to talk about when it comes to her character #it would just become repetitive

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harghoes · 2 years

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merry kisses

pairing: cal kestis x reader

warnings: none, fluff

a/n: this is my first piece of writing in a long time so please be gentle

NOT MY GIF

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Tonight there was only one goal in your head; getting Cal Kestis under the mistletoe. It was the one night in your years of traveling that you felt comfortable enough to have a holiday of sorts. The galaxy is a huge place, but being on the run doesn’t really give a person time to sit down and enjoy the holidays.

Joining Cal, Cere, and Greez had been an adjustment. Years on your own really set up a sort of failure in opening up to people. They took their time with you, though. With that time came a bond of family, and more romantic feelings for a certain Jedi.

You started to notice your change in feelings for Cal after a few months together. The way that he was so kind to BD-1, the way he would gently say your name while passing you, honestly the way he did anything. Cal has a kind heart, and that’s what drew you towards him the most. He is the sweetest, most considerate person you have ever met in your lifetime.

So, the plan. How are you going to get the redhead under the mistletoe? That’s what you need to figure out. As you’re deep in your thoughts, you don’t notice Cere creep up on you.

Okay, creep up is kind of an exaggeration. She walked directly in front of you, straight at you, for a few feet before stopping.

“What are you thinking about, kid?”

You’re broken from your thoughts as you hear her voice. Staring up at her, blocking the sun with your hand, you reply. “Me? Thinking? That’s really funny, Cere. We both know I’m never thinking.”

She lets out a chuckle at that before sitting down next to you. With her out of the way you can watch Cal running around with BD. It seems like they’re playing a game of tag, and it makes your heart fill with so much joy. Your chest starts to hurt a little because of it.

Cere notices you staring dreamily at Cal, and figures out what’s bothering you.

“You know, staring at him longingly isn’t going to make him aware of your feelings.” Your head whips to look at her, eyes wide. “Oh, don’t act like I don’t see it. The both of you follow each other like a pair of loth-cats. It would make it easier on everyone if one of you made a move.”

Sighing, you know she’s right. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be willing to help you out.

“Okay, you want one of us to make a move? Help me then. Please.”

Her eyebrow raises, but she doesn’t say anything. A silent indicator to explain your plan,

“I want to get Cal under some mistletoe, but I’m not sure how. I don’t even know if Greez will let me put mistletoe in his ship. Cere, I really need help with this. I’m not very good at these things.”

She makes a face before breaking out into a smile. Her laugh comes out in short bursts, but it draws enough attention from Cal, BD, and Greez.

Her laughter dies down enough that the others go back to their business, and as she calms down she leans in close before whispering, “I will talk to Greez about putting the mistletoe up. I’ll also make sure we are both gone by the time you’re ready to make your plan come to life. Deal?”

A giant smile breaks out across your face before you’re whispering back, “deal.”

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It took some convincing from Cere, but Greez finally agreed to let you put mistletoe up. His only complaint was that you were going to forget about it, and then it was just going to stay on the ceiling for as long as the ship lived. You had to promise him that you would take it down after, but you’re not sure you’ll remember to do so.

Cere and Greez had both gone into town. It’s only Cal and you on the ship now. Luckily enough, BD is recharging from their tag game earlier, so it really is just the two of you. As you finish putting up the mistletoe, you hear footsteps coming closer.

You hurry to look natural, but the way you plop down in the seat is probably anything but. Cal stops right before getting to the hanging leaves. He doesn’t see it at all, but he does see you sitting at the table. The smile that spreads across his face overjoys you, and it only takes him a few steps before he’s sitting down with you.

“Hi.”

A small giggle.

“Hi.”

His smile doesn’t go away as he stares at you. He finally asks, “Where’s Cere and Greez?” For a moment, you forget where they went yourself. His green eyes had entranced you, and your brain hadn’t caught up to what was happening. It took him waving his hand in your face for you to return.

“Sorry, what?”

He lets out a loud laugh. Oh, Maker. His laugh. How wonderful. If you could hear his true laugh for the rest of your life you would die happy.

“I asked you where Cere and Greez went.” You smiled at the fact it was such a simple question that had you stumped. “Oh, they went out to the market. Something about supplies for the holiday feast? I’m not sure though.”

He nods his head in understanding then goes to stand. You notice he’s about to head back towards his room, and almost let your opportunity slip away. Right as he got past the doorway, where the mistletoe hangs, you call his name.

He turns to look at you, and when he does, he finally notices the hanging plant. His eyes slowly break away to look into yours, and for a second you are extremely nervous. What if he didn’t want to kiss you? What if he doesn’t even like you? Why would you pressure someone into this, that’s weird and creepy and-

Your thoughts are broken when you hear him chuckle. You refocus on his face and notice he’s still staring at you. Chewing your lip, you say to him, “if you don’t want to… kiss… then we can just hug or something.” stealing a glance at him has you derailing again, “actually we don’t have to do anything with the stupid tradition if you aren’t comfortable. We can forget this happened and just-”

Before you can continue your spiral of words and awkwardness, he’s stepping forward and cupping your face. Instantly, your heart stops and your breathing quickens. He whispers a quick, “tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” before he’s slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

It’s a quick, rushed kiss. He’s pulling back way too fast, and so you grab his face and bring him back in. This time he kisses you like he has all the time in the world. He’s gentle, and his lips are a bit chapped but so soft at the same time. He tastes like the sweet berries he had for a snack earlier, and it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Pulling apart is a lot harder than it would seem. You just want to stay that close to him forever now, but time won’t allow it. After catching your breath, you start to smile. Then laugh. Soon, the both of you are a giggling happy mess trying to understand what just happened.

He looks at you, then says, “I have been wanting to kiss you since we met.”

You laugh at that and say, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since a few months ago.”

He pulls you into a hug, where you rest your head against his neck, and he does the same.

There’s commotion outside which makes you two pull apart. Cere is the first to walk into the ship, and seeing you two so close to each other still makes her smile. Greez walks in just a few seconds later, clambering on about how “the market didn’t have anything fresh” and how “it would’ve made the whole ship stink” if he tried to make a feast out of it.

While that made you smile and laugh, the best holiday gift you could ask for was the Jedi who was reaching to hold your hand.

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #cal kestis imagine #jedi fallen order

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation. Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.”

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face.

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself.

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?”

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.”

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.”

“You’re... utterly shameless.”

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.”

#idk if this is really considered dubcon but i tagged it just to be safe #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dubcon #not sfw #my stuff

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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