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[link-sans-specs]

Okay, Cheetah Girls.

GMM2572

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[hughessdemon]

F1 x HOCKEY || did y’all see that ? . Y/N driver x Jack Hughes au

A/N : I might give Y/N her name soon so if y’all have recommendations send them now !!

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BREAKIG NEWS !!! y/n ex Jack Hughes center and alternate captain of the NJ devils hockey team spotted at the paddocks of Mclaren along with his two best friends Anaheim Duck , Trevor Zegras and Montreal Canadian , Cole Caufield . Jack in town to support Y/N today or here to watch the game for fun ?

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- when I heard Jack was at the paddocks of Mclaren with Z and C , my mind went blank as I walking the longer way to avoid the media and Mclaren pad . Why is he here was going wild in my head , he never showed interest in Motorsports really none of them did since you were kids - it seemed to bug but you noticed he got his tooth fixed , chuckling at the idea of him being there , you needed to put on your professional behavior and and get ready for qualifying today especially… against Mad Max even though he’s gonna get to p1 anyways .

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“Hey you Ferrari girl !!” You heard Gasly calling you out as he was entering the Ferrari garage , giving you a head pat as you went in to give Kika a big hug welcoming her to the Ferrari pads ~ you might’ve been the youngest being born in 02 but they always treated you well and protected from the horrendous things on media days , enemies on tracks but family off track is a way you can describe it .

they’re always there especially Charles and Carlos and Pierre , you were most close to them you saw them as your brothers in cars. Your brothers were in NHL they had no idea what it was like being in Motorsport especially one that’s more dominated by men …. They never really cared about your passion growing up so you weren’t close to them at all . Quinn was friends with your older brother Bryan and Luke was your best friend in middle school but ever since you moved out to Miami for the tracks and traveling you got to barely speak to him , seeing him through his social media was a way . Not to mention you dated Jack from 8th grade up to 11th grade then again from 2020-2021 as you both reconnected… you broke up due to him not actually caring for you and schedules as you were never off season for summer like him . But to see him become the Center and Captain for his team suprised you despite his poor attitude and lack of understanding people .

— the qualification was postponed for a bit due to the heavy rain, they were preparing to change tires for the wet tires . Changing gears as well , as you were about to walk away to your car, you saw Jack standing up on the paddock looking down at your number 43 - his half number …. you carried that numbers as it was both good luck to you guys - getting situated in the car wasn’t hard like the first few times during winter test when the car was so bad , it was unexplainable painful to ride , Jack running through your mind still , he never was at your games like you were - you had show off today for once .

1.2.3 red lights off and go !!!

you were right behind max , you had no issues with max but with Hamilton trying to overtake you was pushing you to the point , you pass overtook max 💀- it just qualification you didn’t budge because you probably wouldn’t win against max after that 😗-

“Congratulations lil red !!” Riccardo patting up your back , smiling at you making it less terrifying to face Max right now , you might be not be racing him this year, but you were happy for him and his mental state he seemed much better . Talking a bit to Daniel you were being called back to the pads for interviews along with Charles strutting behind you - you saw Lance with Z and the hockey boys , it all made sense ofc they were friends with Lance … Lance mf stroll , rolling your eyes as Max greets you with a ball coming straight at you . Definitely a way to seek revenge max …. bet , so you chased him into the pads ..

few hours later …..

- you were back at the hotel with Lewis , yes Lewis , you heard me right . We both had an on and off relationship for the past two years … it’s complicated especially with our age gap but end of the day we both know we have each other and understandingly feel calm in the presence of each other’s arms . Tommorow is the big day , not wanting to do anything tonight more , you both ended up falling asleep early , with the bogus of being woken up at 6 am the next morning. ———-

authors note : if you want more like this please comment I literally need to know your opinions!!

[baka-bakeneko]

Guilty Conscience - Devil Jin x Angel Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: female-presenting reader (descriptors, body parts), Devil Jin (obviously), establishing dominance, religious guilt and theology references, bird-like mating rituals (preening, cooing, because wings), heavy petting, Possessive Jin, Toxic Jin, begging, coercion (if you think extra hard about it) love bites, scratching, teasing, intercrural grinding, creampie, cumplay, pet names (Angel, slut, Sweet, whore, little heaven, little pet, good girl)

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: You (an angel but referred to as Angel) just got away from a very close corrupted call with Devil Jin, but here he is again speaking sweet just like before.

a/n: 😗 i ain't sayin' shit besides *bark bark bark bark snarling rolling yapping* this man is my fucking chewtoy right here. the thiiiings if given the chance, okay, i'm sorry, i'm good

It'd been days since you'd seen the sun, no thanks to the human-sized pigeon hole you'd been staying in. No offense to Hwoarang, but the size of his place did not accommodate a four-foot wingspan. And it was particularly difficult to keep yourself hidden with said wings attempting to stretch out of any second-story window and crevice they could.

It was just best to lie low, Hwoarang's words to a definite 'T'. He suggested that if you really needed the fresh air and sun, the rooftop was always open.

So that's what you did. Trudging up the addition five floors to the exit door on the rooftop, you immediately inhaled the sun-essence air and stretched your wings to their full capacity. They fluttered in the slight breeze, each wisp trailing through your feathers like fingers ran through hair.

You turned your face up to the sun, allowing yourself to tilt your neck and wincing at the taut skin. It still burned, where he sank his teeth.

You shook your head and sat on the warm asphalt sheets of the rooftop, soaking in as much as you could in such a small amount of time.

And just when the light began to warm you, it was extinguished. A huge blot of darkness shrouded you, leaving you in chills. The loom of a dark presence made you sink into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest while you ducked your head down.

You wished for it to disappear as quickly as it appeared. By this point, you were certain he'd trained his senses to find you in any given circumstance. Your wings slowly bubbled around you, encasing you in the soft tawny feathers and shielding you from seeing him. From hearing him.

"Angel," his voice carried from above, his dark shadow shifting further down before you until the sun finally graced the arches of your wings again.

Still, you hid behind them, knowing that if you looked up, your face would be shadowed with his glare.

"Sweet Angel," he cooed, his claws raking across your feathers gingerly, plucking at their hollow shafts. "You've missed me."

He spoke for you though the words were on the tip of your tongue, if only you could speak them. You hadn't missed him, not recently. Every time that he returned, you wanted to flee.

And you had this final time, giving yourself enough space from Him to realize his toxicity. Though His words were sweet, He was still in fact a Devil.

Your silence and cower spoke more than you could, causing him to reach through your bubbled wings to grab your jaw.

"I know you have," he grit through his teeth, his emberous eyes flicking from yours to your lips. "I've been waiting for you to emerge from your cocoon."

You shut your eyes, turning your face away from his though you were still at a loss of words. He pulled you in, tenderly pressing his nose to your cheek. "I could smell you, you know. The winds carried you straight to me."

You grimaced at his words, once sweet but now stinging. His claws slowly curved down your cheeks, his palm leading them down to the front of your throat.

You gulped, feeling his index trace at the lining of your windpipe though his eyes never left yours. You slowly opened your eyes to him, your chest unable to hide the heave of relief and guilt you felt from looking at him.

"Hello Jin," you managed, your mouth dry from speaking his name. Just like a Devil to set ablaze all in his wake, leaving you burning inside and distraught.

"Angel," he repeated, his hand easily going for your throat and guiding you towards your feet. "Say you've missed me."

He pulled you into him, bracing his chest with yours. You attempted to ignore his warmth, something uncanny compared to the sun. He burned, his skin withholding the flames of eternally doomed souls just beneath the surface.

If it weren't damning, you'd almost curl into his side at all times and cocoon yourself there.

His hands pet at the underside of your now open wings, carefully starting at the base between your shoulder blades and out as far as his hands could reach.

"I've missed you," you spat out, only giving a half-truth. You recoiled at his touch, trying to shy away from each sensual twang his claws made at your feathers.

You had missed him, but only when he was like this. When he wanted you so wholly and obsessively, as if he could fuse you into him. You hid a roll of your eyes, shuffling your wings to rid his touch.

"Are we done licking our wounds?" He asked, his tone condescending.

It wasn't a collective question, as if you'd inflict any venom towards him. It felt intrusive, the way he asked, as if he wasn't the one to bite so strong.

As if he wasn't the one to hold so tight.

You turned your chin from him abruptly, disgusted by his implication. Nothing he'd done was to be taken lightly.

Jin cooed, leaning in to nudge his nose to your cheek. His lips parted and a warm breath slipped down your neck before he kissed just below your ear.

"I missed you the other night. We'd gotten so close, Angel."

You held your breath, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. The night came back in a tidal wave, remembering how close he was to you. The closest he'd ever been.

You felt the echo of his touch reverberate against his confession, feeling the same guilty warmth flood into your stomach.

He'd gotten so close, but you were told your Grace was sacred and you shut him down. That was humiliating for you, to retract your heaving breaths and ruttish glare at his lips, his toned body.

"I-I don't know what you mean," You lied, failing to even fool yourself.

There was nothing you could say or do that would stop Him from baring into you, seeing your raw, corrupted soul screaming every fiber to be with him.

He chuckled at you, into you, the noise hollowing through your body and reaching crevices you'd rather forget. You stiffened.

Jin's claws reached up to your shoulder, played at your skin by walking his index and middle finger to the slope of your arm before tenderly peeling the strap of your dress down. He carefully traced his fingers further down, leaving your strap dangling on your bicep.

"You're a beautiful liar," he taunted, his voice gaining more edge as he sank his lips to your shoulder.

You were unsure if it was possible to stiffen further, yet you were stonewalled. His lips did nothing to cause you comfort, though it melted you inside.

Then his tongue dragged against your skin, leaving a tepid stripe that was teased by the soft breeze. You wiggled involuntarily, wanting to free yourself of whatever game was being played.

Jin took hold of your hands bracing his chest, held them close to his pectorals before guiding them down to his ribs. "It makes your Grace that more delectable."

You stifled a breath out, shifting your shoulder from his attention. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jin. Nothing happened."

His chuckle deepened, turning his head and moving to your opposite shoulder; Jin stopped to admire his handiwork of your neck, a beautiful round purpling hickey.

The blood vessels were brought to the skin, the little red beads congealing under the umbrella of aubergine in the perfect conform from his mouth.

Jin hummed, resting his lips to your opposite shoulder. "Keep lying, it feels so good."

This time, he used his teeth to tug your dress strap down your shoulder, leaving you bare from the collar up. You wrestled out of his hands and tried to pull yourself together.

Your guilty conscience was catching up to you again, leaving you questioning your Grace. To fall for a Devil was a cardinal sin.

And to explain that to your siblings, to return lesser of an angel. It wasn't going to be you.

Jin tsked, his hands going for your waist and pulling you back into him. "Angel, angel...don't get cold feet now."

His claws found their way into your feathers again, this time ruffling them at your shoulder blades. He pet softly into them, sending zings of soft electricity into your body and straight to your core.

You fluffed your wings, almost territorially, but smoothed them out again when Jin grabbed onto the edges. He rubbed your feathers carefully through his fingers, earning a soft pat of your foot before you wriggled again.

"Jin, please," you crooned, your voice reaching a pitch you weren't familiar with.

You couldn't come up with an explanation, an excuse as to why you couldn't, why you wouldn't. You turned away from him, crossing your arms to your chest as you made yourself up again.

You stared acutely across the apartment roof to the next rooftop, knowing that if you jumped, Jin would always follow you.

Suddenly, Jin's arms wrapped around you, one arm crossing between your breasts as the other circled your waist. He edged against you, sliding his hardened length along your inside thigh before rubbing carefully at the hem of your dress in the back.

"Angel," his voice came out strained, a whole entity darker than himself. "Tell me to stop right now, I'll stop. Just tell me."

You maintained a straight stature for a moment, your knees suddenly buckling at the rut of his cock between your hot thighs. Your glare softened as it turned up to the sky, already asking your creator for forgiveness with what you weren't strong enough to abstain from.

He felt so good against you, burning and hard. Your hand circled around to touch his hip, bring him further in for you to attempt a grind.

"Come on, Angel. Tell me to stop," he tried, pleaded into your ear.

Your wings were outstretched in the awkward position, sandwiched between you and Jin. The tips of your tawny feathers touched at His sable ones.

"Jin," you panted, something against your better judgement.

His hand around your waist slipped back to pull up your dress, touch at the free skin below your waist. "I can smell you want me. Tell me I'm wrong."

You suddenly clenched your thighs together, once again put off by his inquisitive nature. Still, his touch was inviting, infatuating. His claws were timid as his fingers pressed to your stomach, then drifted down at an exponential rate.

Then he was touching at your clit.

You drifted away in an instant, no longer thinking of damnation or Grace. Jin's touch was perfect, a pressure you'd never experienced before but now couldn't live without.

Your thighs melted apart, your wings drooping to the rooftop floor. You came undone by the simple touch, feeling a need to urge him further.

"Keep going," you ordered lowly, staring down your body to see his wrist over your thigh.

His fingers started swirling, earning a few deep breaths from you as Jin chuckled in your ear.

"What a beautiful little creature, so deprived..." he growled, pressing his lips to your ear. "You should hear how you sound."

You released a shallow moan at that, one that Jin echoed right back to you. You offered a whimper at his touch, he imitated it back.

"So pitiful," he teased, his fingers pressing a bit harder. "Tell me to stop now. I dare you."

You whined, tilting your chin away from him and feeling your wetness now slick down your thighs.

"Aww," Jin taunted, moving an inch closer to you and pressing his cheek to yours. "You can't, can you? It feels that good, huh, Angel? Worth the hellfire?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head menially before Jin retracted his claws and slid two fingers inside of you.

"Ohh," you uttered, your knees fighting to stay apart and come together.

Jin's other claws tickled at your throat while you stifled a few coos.

"Even closer than before, Angel. Corruption looks good on you," He husked into your ear, baring his teeth to nibble at the shell of your ear.

At the same time, he stretched his thumb up and pressed it to your clit, flicking it back and forth; his fingers slowly pumped into you, curving at your innermost wall.

You folded your bottom lip between your teeth, both of your hands crossing over Jin's. His hand at your throat drifted downward, tearing your dress down to paw at your breast.

He leaned into you, leading you down to your knees in a slow shift. He pulled you to his lap, your legs now spread apart and allowing him full access.

"Angel's a whore, huh?" Jin purred, massaging at your breast and teasing at your nipple.

You rested your head back to Jin's shoulder. If you could swear, you would.

"I like you this way," he whispered, his hold tightening around you in general.

Jin worked his fingers and used his forearm to grind you against him. "My little guilty conscience."

You made a noise of disbelief, dissuading whatever Jin thought of you as your hands braced his knees.

But you didn't want him to stop. Jin's hand pawed at your other breast, then went around to comb through the downy feathers at the base of your back.

You were a new kind of mess then, moaning louder to the sky as his fingers moved faster. Your wings shook anxiously as Jin shoved you forward to brace the asphalt.

Your nipples scraped against the asphalt, your ass presenting fully in Jin's lap. A noise of appreciation rumbled from his chest, his hand dragging heavily down your back before flipping the end of your dress up.

You tried to hide yourself, reaching to fold it back down; Jin tsked, grabbing your wrist and pressing it to the middle of your back.

"Angel, leave it to me now." Jin's voice strained again, holding your hand there for a moment too long before letting go.

His fingers paused, his thumb strumming your clit a bit faster. You writhed then, mixing the dull warm pinch of the asphalt with the teasing touch of Jin's thumb.

He reached further behind you, forcing the band of his fighting pants down. You felt an immense concentration of heat just before your pussy then, expressing more wet to combat it.

You wished to see his cock, though you weren't sure how'd you react to it. Jin chuckled darkly, staring down at your dripping pussy and slid his fingers out of you.

"You're so ready for me, Angel." He praised, angling his cock and rubbing his tip just before your pussy. "Stop me."

You shook your head then, glancing over your shoulder and dropping a wing to look at Jin, an entire new shade of deep red. His horns were even gaining color, his emberous eyes now darkened to coal.

"N-no," you cooed, slowly tilting your hips up to prsent further. "P-please."

Jin's breath escaped him in heavy rolls, trying to withhold whatever excitement was built inside him.

He pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving your clit neglected; Jin took grip of your hip, reaching to grab your ass and spread your cheek to get a better, vulgar view.

With his other hand on his cock, he guided himself into you; more of your wetness eased out, already coating his cock.

"Fuck, Angel. Corrupted little heaven." Jin eased in further, filling you beyond what you thought was full.

Your hands braced out to the asphalt, slapping your palms to the floor. Jin pulled your hip further into him, making you squirm the more you took in.

"You feel better than imagined," Jin chirped, his wings flapping excitedly.

Your wings were flattened to the floor, twitching at the sensations running through your body. Jin's length continued before bottoming out at the entrance of your cervix.

Your walls fluttered in response, already aching to be doused. Jin's hands roamed up your back, combing through your wings again.

He took grip of the inside of a wing, holding you down and slowly rolling his hips out before reversing back into you.

The movement was rapturous, something better than whatever cooling Grace was stashed deep within you. You groaned at the thought, your hips following after him and stalling when he returned.

Jin bit his bottom lip, his chest puffing with a mating coo. Your eyes crossed, your mouth opening to pant.

Your tongue rolled out, your cheek bracing the asphalt. Corruption never felt so good.

"Torturous heaven, Angel. I've waited so long for this," Jin whimpered, leaning further against you before he clasped his arms around you in a tight hug.

You heaved, your feathers ruffling. Jin's wings curled around the two of you, closing you off from the outside world.

The two of you heaved, sharing heavy breaths and sweat while Jin pumped leisurely into you, slowly ruining you.

"Come back to me, Angel," Jin begged lowly against your shoulder.

Your face twisted at the words, trying to ignore Jin's pleas. Returning home to him...right now? Would be a beautiful, twisted endeavor.

Would this be what you two'd do for the rest of your days? Jin peeling away your Grace in luxurious, long strips before your wings eclipsed to black like his?

Another Fallen Angel in the presence of humanity. You released a purr-like rumble, only shifting further into Jin's hold.

"I--Fuck--I want to keep you, like my little pet," he gruffed, biting onto the lobe of your ear.

He shifted down and kissed your shoulder, then suctioned his lips to your skin. Jin's teeth nipped at your skin, earning a low peep from you.

Then he released and did it again, inches away. He peppered your skin with love bites, marking you with his hot mouth as his horns brushed against your temple.

You chased after his touch, slowly moving your body in the wake of his with your mouth making noises incomprehensible to you.

The thought continued to weigh in your mind, going back to him. Corruption was more than worth it if it always felt this good.

"Yes," you finally said, gulping the word out while the raven bubble around you trembled.

Jin gasped in your ear, releasing your skin from his mouth. His wings shifted apart, your gaze catching onto the beautiful blue of the sky against his darkness.

"Perfect pet, my little Angel," Jin muttered, holding you tighter.

His hand slid down your stomach, gathering more of your dress up before pressing his palm just below your navel. "I'll make my mark right here."

Jin's hand burned into you, making your skin tingle at the combined sensation. With a lift of your hips, you felt Jin's cock pressing just where his palm laid and you couldn't help the shiver of pleasure from the thought.

Then it traveled down your spine, warming up just at the meet of Jin's hips to your ass before you seized, your hands pulling into fists while you chewed into your bottom lip.

"Coming so soon?" Jin teased, not slowing his pace but holding you tighter to him. "I could go all night with you, Angel."

You nodded at his words, the breath-catching pleasure causing your toes to curl. You braced your knees together and reached to Jin's hand on your stomach, threading your fingers through his.

"Jin, fffffuck," you stammered out, your eyes squeezing shut as more wetness gushed from your pussy.

Your chest heaved, your nipples scraping the asphalt while you continued to chase the high the Devil brought to you. If you could get on your knees at that moment, you would to plead for more.

The feeling, in no better terms, were better than Heaven. Grace meant little to the hot rush that synapsed through your body and turned every living and dying cell within you over to Jin. He was in possession of this euphoria, making you swear and causing your insides to go adrift in pleasure.

Jin hummed into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to his body. "Yes, Angel, fuck."

He continued on for a few more swift pumps, staggering his stamina to a halt before burying his cock to the hilt; Jin's tip grazed your cervix, almost tapping to be let in, but then came with such a force that you squeaked in residual ecstasy.

Jin pulled away from you, presenting his wings out like a statue as they caught onto the wind and trembled. He stared down at where your bodies met now, his cock twitching inside you and your pussy glazed with wet.

He rubbed at your thighs, admiring more of your delectable body now that it'd brought him pleasure. Your hips ached with a soft roll forward, showing off more of yourself to him.

"My dirty little angel," he praised, producing his claws and gently tracing them up your back then between your wings. "I smell the corruption within you, my cum does wonders to your scent."

Your eyes fluttered, feeling his cock twitch again with another spurt inside you. He slowly pulled out, allowing more of his cum to land against your ass.

Then you felt his essence easing out of you. Jin groaned at the sight, pulling his hand connected with yours further down to touch. He placed your hand at your entrance, your fingers gathering his cum.

"Fuck that back into yourself, Angel, for me," he ordered softly, his hands going to massage your ass.

You whimpered, turning your head to look at him before tentatively easing your fingers into your pussy, dragging Jin's cum back inside.

"That's my good girl," Jin whispered, watching the act before lightly tapping your ass. "Good for me only."

You nodded, your throat now dry. Jin leaned forward and kissed your cheek then shoved his still-hard cock back into his pants.

"Get up," he said, his voice back to its original brass. "Let's go home."

[okay-j-hannah]

All Bruised Up

Moon Knight : Fic

Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 1343

Warnings: throwing some punches and accidentally getting hurt 🙃

Request: “I have a request 😗 I love your writing so much! Can you please write Steven Grant having a girlfriend who is a good fighter and is trying to teach him so he can defend himself when she's not around?” Anon

A/N: You teach Steven a few things about self defense

The gym was small and outfitted with a fighting ring and heavy hanging sandbags. (Y/N) swung between the ropes, landing on the ground and picking at the tape binding her hands and wrists.

She loved it, punching it out with red knuckles and a sweat stained top. The strained muscles and the clear head – fighting was her therapy.

And now she stood with hands on her hips, chewing the inside of her cheek.

There standing next to the ring was Steven with a terribly sheepish look on his face. There was a ruddy purple bruise growing beneath one eye and a split in his lip.

He waved, “Hey.”

“Again?” She shook her head, “You can’t tell me it was just a little skirmish this time.”

“Some lads were having a go,” he said quietly, “They were going to ruin an afterlife exhibit – nearly used a shabti of Seti to bash a head in.”

(Y/N) went to him, kissing his unbruised cheek and running a few fingers across his lip. “And you didn’t think to call security?”

He shrugged, picking at his fingers, “I thought I could handle it.” He hissed as she prodded his split lip.

She sighed, giving him an endearing look, “I suppose you did save some silly old statue.”

“A shabti’s function happens to be very important to one’s journey in…”

“Steven,” she said, “I ought to teach you a thing or two about defending yourself.” She resecured the tape around her hands, “So I can stop fretting whenever I’m not with you.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, hiding the irony. They hadn’t reached the point in their relationship where she knew about Marc and Jake yet. If she knew two first class fighters were also a part of his body then she wouldn’t be so worried.

He would’ve come out of the museum brawl with worse injuries if Marc hadn’t fronted mid swing.

“I don’t know,” he said, self-conscious, “I’m not one to throw punches.” Except when armored with Khonshu’s snazzy white suit.

“I’ll just give you a few pointers,” (Y/N) smiled, gesturing for him to follow her into the ring, “Come on.”

Steven looked around uncomfortably, making sure they were alone in the gym before struggling through the ropes. He flopped onto the pad and scrambled to his feet, “Right then. What’s the first step?”

He held up his fists, flailing them around as he bounced on his toes.

(Y/N) smiled, approaching him, “First off, make sure you hold your thumb here or you’re going to break it.” She watched his eyes widen, “And keep your fists closer to your face, that way you can protect it from an incoming punch.”

He nodded, “Right, yeah – thanks.” He held his fists eyelevel and crouched in a fighter position.

“Good, now take a swing.”

“Beg your pardon?” he straightened out, lowering his hands.

“Take a swing at me,” she got in her own fighter position, “And don’t lower your fists, it leaves you vulnerable.”

Steven gave a side smile, saving his split lip, “I’m not going to hit you.”

“I know you won’t,” she circled him, “I’ll stop you before you do.”

He stumbled, “Let’s use one of those sandbags ins- WOAH!” He ducked as (Y/N) swung her fist at his head. “What are you doing?”

“Nice reflexes,” she said, “Now get defensive and look for an opportunity to strike.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she said easily, “Watch my body language.”

He reluctantly lifted his fists, monitoring her arms, “I’m not going to swing.”

She aimed for his shoulder to avoid hurting his face more, and this time she met her mark. “You’re distracted.”

He hissed, grabbing his arm, “Ow! What did you hit me for?”

“You didn’t dodge like before,” she circled him, “Come on, try to hit me.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Steven…”

He shook his head, “Sorry, love.”

She sighed, “Alright, let me show you a combo move.” She stood beside him, demonstrating the three step move, “Right, left, duck.”

“Right, left, duck,” he repeated under his breath, mirroring her actions. They swung right then left then ducked.

“Good, now faster – take a short breath with each swing.”

They practiced the maneuver a few times until Steven had a pleased smile on his face, “I think I’m doing it.”

“Yeah you are,” she replied proudly, “Now I’ll act as the attacker.” She lifted her tapped and padded hands, “Right, left, duck.”

Steven went slow, matching his fist to the palm of her hand, ducking when she threw her arm above his head. “Again,” she said.

The more they practiced the faster the movements became until the blows to (Y/N)’s palm stung, and Steven could feel her arm clip the top of his head with the speed she threw her attack.

“Okay, let’s move to right, left, dodge. I’m going to aim for your face, and you’ll have to move to the side to miss it.”

Steven nodded, rolling up his sleeves. It was getting stifling hot. “Take your best shot, darling.”

She smiled, breathing heavy and practicing punches with him. He was getting ambitious, perhaps a bit overconfident in how he managed to follow every combo she threw at him. If he was being honest he knew it was muscle memory from Khonshu’s suit.

His curls were falling into his line of vision, bouncing along with his steps, “I’ve got ya right where I want ya.”

(Y/N) clenched her jaw, feeling inclined to knock him down. And with a hungry smile she aimed an unpracticed fist to his stomach. He blocked it with his forearm with a look of mingled shock.

(Y/N) was surprised too, looking between his wrist and his eyes before delivering another attack. Steven threw his arm up to block the next jab, grabbing her other wrist with his hand.

“What are you doing?”

She gawked, “How are you doing that?” She pulled from his grasp, “We haven’t practiced that.”

“Good reflexes, like you said,” he said with a shrug. But he checked internally to see if someone was trying to take control of his limbs.

(Y/N) gave a disbelieving laugh, ready to test the theory with another incoming attack. It was a short lived flurry of limbs, fists aimed for chest, head, and stomach. Steven dodged each of them, only ever redirecting her hands as she pushed him back. The look on his face was hilarious, all wide eyes and spluttered noises.

That was until he finally made an attack in return. His fist made contact with her jaw.

“Oh my god,” he cried, throwing his hands over his mouth.

(Y/N) took a step back, rubbing at the side of her jaw, “Nice punch,” she said rather excitedly.

“God forgive me,” he said, running to her side, “Are you alright?” His hands were latched onto her face, turning it this way and that, “I didn’t mean to do that, honest.”

“I believe you,” she said, a laugh about to touch her lips, “It happens – I wanted you to take a swing – I was asking for it.”

He grimaced, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m telling you it’s alright,” she put her arms around his shoulders, “I’m rather impressed. I had no idea you had a talent.”

He kept his eyes on the spot he hit, “It was just survival instincts. I got lucky.”

“It must’ve been those instincts that saved you at the museum,” she smiled but saw the frown on his face, his eyes trained on her jawline. “Hey,” she said, “You didn’t hurt me, Steven.”

He had that sheepish look on his face again, “Maybe I’ll just never leave your side and then you can protect me instead of teaching me all this silly stuff.”

“Self defense isn’t silly stuff.”

“Please?”

She smiled, “Alright. Let’s go home hotshot.” She started to peel off the tape around her hands, “We’ll look like quite the pair, all bruised up.”

“I do believe this calls for tea, ice, and cuddles.”

~~~

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Uhh… can I get a number #19 with Zukka… side of beefy strong Zuko please ? 😗 (Sokka deserves to be hold💯)

Anything for you my love

Couple #1: Zukka Prompt #19: “Please put me down”

TW: violence

For the prompt game!

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Zuko’s 22nd birthday, everyone is having a hard time relaxing due to more frequent assassination attempts

"My metalbenders will be posted at every door, no one will get to him Snoozles don't worry," Toph reassured Sokka. Sprawled across his bed in full armor Sokka could tell that she was becoming increasingly exasperated with his endless questions.

"I trust you Toph I do. It's just that there have been so many attempts that aside from you guys I don't know who to trust. Their information had been so good that it makes me wonder if there's a mole inside the palace," Toph righted herself and placed a firm hand on Sokka's shoulder, causing him to huff about her messing up the tension in his braid to which she paid no mind.

"Your boyfriend is in good hands," "He's not my-!" Toph simply bent a strip of metal around his mouth to silence him. "Yet. I'm having the doors reinforced as we speak- just for the night since there will be so many people, but you need to remember it's mostly dusty old diplomats. I hardly think I'd have an issue taking one of them down, even if they do have an informant," She removed the metal which left light indents on his skin.

"Good" He sighed. Sokka spun on his heel to face her and dusted off his formal tunic. "How do I look?"

"Very funny Snoozles," She simply flicked him on the forehead and exited the room with an amused grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.

A moment after the door shut Sokka began reassuring himself of what she said. "He'll be fine, Toph can handle it. Get through the boring ceremony, dance a little, then quietly tell Zuko you're dizzy and need some air, he'll sweep you away to the turtle duck pond so you can ask him out. Foolproof plan, absolutely no room for error. "

Or so he thought ~~~ "If I have to hear 'Agni protect the Fire Lord' one more time I think I'll kill him myself," Katara mused lightly as they made their way to the food tables. Sokka didn't laugh, he was too busy scanning every corner of the room and death-glaring anyone who walked up to Zuko.

"Hey," Katara snapped him out of his frenzy, "He's fine, just relax. Let him do his Fire Lord thing then pull your little stunt. I'll sleep much better at night knowing I'll no longer have to hear you pine over him in the morning" "I do not-" "Shh! He's coming," Sokka turned and there he was, as radiant and royal as always. Sokka thought he'd look good in a turnip-potato sack but in his ornate ceremony robes he was just exquisite. Most of the gaang complained as the ceremony dragged on earlier, but the Water Tribe boy thought he could stare at him until Yue herself took him to the spirit world.

"Sokka, Katara, I'm so glad you two could come," Zuko smiled that easy smile which made Sokka feel like an elk-caribou left to roast too long. "Of course!" Katara responded, elbowing him sharply in the side. It was only then that Sokka realized he had only been staring, "Anytime! I love the food here!" Sokka responded sheerfully

"Oh I know," Zuko met his eyes. Sokka wished he wouldn't do that so much, it was too distracting when he was already on edge for what he had planned. "I have an extra stash of fire flakes in the kitchen with your name on it," Zuko winked, Sokka grinned.

"You're the best Zuko," "I try," "Hey Katara, don't you even think of stealing my-" He turned to engage his sister in the conversation but she was nowhere to be found, "huh" He said, mostly to himself. Just then, the band began to play. Zuko perked up, abandoning his glass of fire whiskey to a servant walking by.

"May I have this dance ambassador Sokka?" He bowed his head slightly and held out his hand, "It is only appropriate," "Well, who am I to reject the Fire Lord, especially on his birthday," So Sokka let Zuko lead him out in to the throng of people. They didn't dance long-nor did they dance with any intimacy, but a pair of young ladies soon swept them apart. It wasn't long before the older nobles began to take their leave, there was no reports of anything from Toph. (he of course had been checking frequently) Sokka decided to strike while the iron was hot.

He strode towards Zuko, making sure to stumble just slightly, but he knew Zuko would notice. Because Zuko always noticed.

"Sokka?" The young lord caught his arm firmly, he stood only a couple inches taller, but every time they were close- it still made Sokka's heart race. "I'm sorry I don't mean to interrupt," He said that just to be polite, Zuko actually hadn't been talking to anyone, "I'm feeling dizzy, I think I need some air," "Let me help you," Sokka nodded, letting his eyes dart around the room once more. No commotion, everything was fine. Good. There were no guards where the pond was, but Sokka could keep him safe.

It didn't take long for them to reach the pond, aside from assuring the guard by the outside door that they'd be perfectly fine. After all- it was the only entrance and the walls around the courtyard were very high. Zuko "helped" him on to the bend by the water. They sat in silence for a while, just watching the sleeping turtle ducks float along the calm water. Well, it's now or never

"Zuko, I have something to ask you," "Are you feeling better?" They spoke- and then laughed- at the same time, "I'm sorry," Zuko said with a smile, "What did you want to ask me?"

Sokka straightened up slightly and took a deep breath, Zuko shot him a worried expression. He was sure he didn't mean to, but Zuko's eyes were always too expressive for his own good. At least to Sokka they were. Sokka tried not to think about the fact that, that particular skill probably came from watching his eyes so much, but he just couldn't help it. They were beautiful, and captivating....and he's just staring again.

"Okay, well you know how we've been friends for a long time?" He took one of Zuko's hands in his own "Yeah..." Their knees were now touching, almost fully facing each other, "Well- you see- we've been through a lot together, more than most friends have, and I think you're really smart and talented and amazing and I really hope this doesn't make things awkward between us if you say no because I-" "Sokka!" Zuko interrupted him with a chuckle. Man, people have been interrupting him a lot today. "Whatever it is, it's okay, just ask."

Sokka took a slow deep breath "Zuko would you-" "Look out!" Before Sokka could finish his sentence he was slammed to the ground, air knocked from his lungs. He rolled on to his side and attempted to push himself up- gasping for air,

"What the- Zuko!" His vision cleared in just enough time to see Zuko being held back by three large men, but only held back- which was weird. Usually assassins just went in for the kill. Whatever their reason- Sokka was grateful. He lunged to his feet, ready to get Zuko free with his bare hands when he heard the unmistakable sound of an arrow flying through the air. No

He started to sprint towards Zuko, but barely made it a couple feet before a sharp pain ripped its way through his torso, forcing him to the ground once again. He gasped, shaking from the shock.

"What-" He looked down only to see an arrow head sticking out about three inches to the right of his navel. Nothing vital. Good.

He looked back to Zuko, through the haze of shock his terrified look grounded him immediately. This wasn't an attempt on the Fire Lord's life, it was an attempt on his.

"Sokka! No!" Zuko's voice ripped its way to the forefront of his thoughts. Blood had soaked its way through both sides of his tunic now, and was showing no signs of stopping. Shit. Maybe that arrow hadn't hit anything vital, but if he didn't get to a healer- the blood loss could be just as deadly. Maybe I'll just nap here. The stars are beautiful... and I'm so tired ~~~ No. No, nononono this can not be happening. Zuko frantically thought. The three men were still restraining him but that was the least of his worries as he watched the blood on Sokka's clothes grow darker and darker. The man who fired the arrow jumped down from the tree with a wicked grin on his face. He strode over to the motionless man and nudged him lightly with the tip of his boot.

"Don't you touch him!" Zuko yelled, writhing in their firm grasp. He felt his fire creeping its way to the surface. He was in such shock before but Sokka was in danger, and he would do anything to save him.

Without another thought flames erupted from anywhere he could chanel it. His hands, his feet, his mouth. His whole body and the bodies of his captors were almost instantly engulfed in flame. They dropped him and screamed. Jumping in to the pond to escape the white-hot burning. The man standing next to Sokka had the good sense to look scared.

He began to draw his bow, but before he could- Zuko let his fire reach out and turn it to ash. Next thing he knew his hand was around the man's throat, lifting him off the ground, his fire burning all the while. He only stopped when he could smell burning flesh. His man hurt Sokka, his Sokka, he deserved to wander the fog of lost souls forever, and Zuko was determined to send him there immediately.

"Zuko," A soft voice came from the ground at his feet, and all at one he was back in his body. He threw the man to the ground and the assassin landed in a heap with a black handprint like a necklace- unmoving. Zuko paid him no mind as he dropped to his knees beside Sokka.

"Sokka? Sokka can you hear me?" He only received a weak groan in response. That was good enough for him. "Sokka, love, I have to get rid of the ends of the arrow or I won't be able to move you okay?"

Zuko knew better than to remove an impaled object for risk of bleeding out, but he still couldn't transport Sokka like this. So he planned on burning the arrow on both ends until it was short enough so he could move. Turns out- he didn't have to.

"Sokka! Oh my gosh Sokka!" A familiar voice came from behind Zuko. He whirled around and lit his hands defensively, but found on Katara. "Katara, I'm so glad you're here, can you help him?" In her panic she still examined him as well as she would any other time. "Yes, but we've got to get his arrow out," "I can do that," Without hesitation Zuko turned the arrow head to ash, as well as as much of the shaft as possible. Sokka was unconscious again, "Hold him, and I'll pull it out,"

Katara nodded. He yanked the arrow out in one smooth motion. Sokka screamed, "I'm sorry love, I'm so so sorry," Zuko smoothed his hair as Katara set to work. The pain that contorted Sokka's face soon waned. The wound stitched back together nicely, but he had still lost a lot of blood. At least he's conscious now. Zuko thought to himself.

"Let's get him inside," Katara said gently, Zuko nodded in agreement.

He scooped Sokka up as quickly and gently as possible. Sokka groaned. Him and Katara walked back in to the palace side by side, she kept healing water on him the whole way which was making Sokka more coherent by the second.

"I'll call for a stretcher," "No," Zuko countered "I've got him," "All the way to his room? Are you sure? It's on the other side of the palace." "I'm sure. This is my fault, I shouldn't have brought him out there, and I should have been paying more attention," The Fire Lord felt tears well in his eyes as he stared down at Sokka who seemed to be asleep with his head upon his chest.

Katara truly seemed like she wanted to protest but Zuko turned down the hall before she could get another word out.

He had to admit that it was a very long walk to Sokka's room from the courtyard, but he would not let him down- not again.

"Zuko?" Sokka blinked his eyes finally. Peering up at him. "Shh it's okay, we're about halfway to your room. Katara healed you up, you're going to be just fine," That seemed to snap him fully back in to reality. His eyes opened wide, terrified.

"Katara? What? What happened?" Sokka peered down at his still blood- soaked tunic. He yanked it up to see the thick straight scar forming on his torso. Then it seemed to all come back to him at once.

"Uhh, Zuko?" "Yes?" Zuko smiled down at him gently, He's going to be okay "Did you uhm... Kill that guy?" Zuko's face suddenly steeled.

"I thought they killed you...." His voice trailed off, tinged with shame. "I lost my temper," They continued down the hall in silence, Sokka still held protectively in to Zuko's chest. His blood was soaking in to Zuko's ornate ceremony robes. They both seemed to notice it at the same moment. Zuko didn't care, but Sokka...

"Please put me down," "Not a chance," "But your robes," "Don't care, besides- we're here" And they were, Zuko pushed the door open with his foot. He then set Sokka gently down on the bed. "Wait here, I'll get you something warm to wear,"

It only took Zuko a few moments of rummaging to find Sokka comfortable clothes. He was about to hand then over when a mischievous thought graced him. Sokka reached for them but he stepped back.

"What are you doing?" "What were you going to ask me?" Sokka's face blanched, "Nothing important, give me my clothes Zuko." He demanded "If it wasn't important then tell me, and I'll give you your clothes,"

Sokka huffed, pondering his proposition for a moment. Then hung his head in defeat. He could of course have just gotten up and taken them, he was almost fully healed after all- but he was still dizzy from the blood loss, and figured it'd come out sooner or later.

"I was going to ask- Yue spare me," He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I was going to ask if you would consider possibly- maybe- going out with me?"

Zuko's pale skin flushed almost the same shade as his robes. "You mean like... on a date?" "You're right it's stupid I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking it's probably the blood loss, why would you ever-"

"Yes," Zuko cut him off (again) resolutely "Yes?" Sokka eyed him, skeptical of which part of everything he just said Zuko was agreeing to. Zuko placed the clothes on his lap, and brought Sokka's hand to his mouth. He placed a gentle, reverent kiss upon it.

"I would be honored to go out with you Sokka,"

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Okay this is hella long buttttt I couldn’t help myself

I hope you love it xoxo

[camelotsbi]

I bought some lipgloss the other day and i just put it on and I feEL so CUTE and pretTY and I’m gonna go around doing the duck face 😗✌️ bc I feel niCE

[theycallme-thejackal]

lenny finding out midge is pregnant😗

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

He realizes it before she does.

There's usually a few days a month that their adult activities are limited to the shower. That didn't happen this month. Or the month before.

It's not as though they have sex every single day, but...well, it's close enough.

Lenny furrows his brow as he thinks back. Midge is smart about keeping track, but she's been really busy lately, and he wonders...

"Hey, sweetheart?" He calls into the bathroom as she showers. "Uh, this is a little bit of a weird question, and don't ask me how I came to this conclusion, but..."

"...Lenny?"

"Is there a chance you're pregnant?"

There's a long pause before she pops her head out from behind the curtain, clutching it to her body. He stifles a laugh at the suds still in her hair. "Pregnant?" She repeats, her eyes wide. "Why would you - "

Then her eyes start to dart back and forth, and he knows she's doing the same calculations he just went through a few minutes ago. After a moment her eyes widen. "I think I'm pregnant," she gasps.

"Yeah, I know. I just told you," he quips. Her fingers tighten on the shower curtain in front of her as she watches him, and he smiles. "You should probably call your doctor when you get out of there."

"Right," she says, closing the curtain. He peeks his head in after her. "Lenny!" She scolds playfully.

"What can I say? I like your ass."

She flicks water at his face but doesn't cover up as she rinses the shampoo from her hair. He ducks out again, settling himself against the counter and dabbing his face with her towel.

Her hand pokes out a few minutes later, reaching for the towel that Lenny now holds in his arms as he stifles a laugh. "Lenny!" She laughs again as her head emerges from the shower.

"Really, Midge, you're wet and naked in there. You expect me to not play dirty?"

"You ever want to play dirty with me again, you'll give me that towel," she retorts with a tilt of her chin.

He laughs and hands it over. She steps out of the shower with it wrapped around her body. He watches her with a happy smile on his face. "What?" She asks.

"You might be having our baby," he reminds her.

She smiles back. "I really hope I'm having our baby," she admits quietly.

---

Two weeks later...

"Who was that?" Midge asks as she fastens one of her earrings.

A grin spreads over Lenny's face as he hangs up the phone. "You're pregnant."

His wife looks up at him with wide eyes. "I am?" She breathes.

He nods in response, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around as she laughs happily. When he sets her down, he kisses her deeply.

"You know, it's usually the wife informing the husband that she's pregnant," Midge points out as they part.

"We've never done conventional before, so I figured why start now?"

She laughs and kisses him again.

[banqanas]

Love that fanta's limited edition photocard in Aomori is just them being blown by the cold LOL

Sekai Taiki divorced

Duck face Horinatsu and Yusei 😗🐥

Even in the cold, fanta twins will always be sunshine and genki (i love them)

And whatever it is going on with Sawanatsu and Leiya🧍

[empresskaze]

Can I suggest 11, 12 and 23 for Ambrose and Cecil? Of the autumn fall ask list? Is that how that works? 😗

11. Changing weather

12. Sunny afternoon

23. Tissues (it'll be handkerchiefs if that's okay, I have a brand XD)

~~~

It had been sunny when Ambrose originally set out for a walk. He and Cecil were staying at Lady Ashbury's estate, an old friend of Cecil's father, for a few weeks as she wanted to conduct some business ventures.

As always, Ambrose hated that Cecil always mixed pleasure with business but they were out of the city for the first time in months to which his problematic lungs thanked him.

Ambrose had explored the back gardens litterered with fountains and ponds a few times but today had wandered much farther seeing how deep they went. The ornate cut trees, exotic flowers and even a peacock roaming around captivated him each time he strolled so it came as no surprise he hadn't noticed the clouds rolling in.

Only when a brisk wind brushed past him as he exited a grove of trees did he notice the sky.

"Bollocks." He said beneath his breath, hands already running over his shirt sleeves as he hadn't worn his cloak. The air smelled of rain so Ambrose hurried back toward the house hoping to outrun whatever was coming. It wasn't until he was nearly out of breath it dawned on him how far he'd walked, he hoped Cecil wasn't worried.

If he'd even noticed Ambrose was gone.

The air grew cooler as he hurried up the main path leading back, Ambrose wasn't shivering yet but the dampess made his poor nose begin to run. Sniffling, he realized his handkerchief was in his cloak.

Sighing heavily, he stepped onto the terrace just as the first drops of rain began. A full body shiver ran through him more as reaction to what he'd just missed than the cold air.

"You should come in."

Ambrose, hands still clutched on his arms, turned to see Cecil holding the door open.

"I can see your shivers."

A blush crossed Ambrose's face as he ducked inside, "Thank you, Hart." He sniffled again and drew himself close to Cecil. "Had I been caught in that rain..." Ambrose trailed off looking at the now drenched terrace.

Cecil said nothing, only wrapped his arm around Ambrose, leading him down the hall which wasn't much warmer than outside had been.

Ambrose rubbed at his nose which continued to run. He paused as his face slacked, that familiar tickle rising up the back of his throat. One last rub did nothing as Ambrose cupped one hand over his mouth, sneezing hard. Another heavier one followed.

"Bless." Cecil whispered handing him a handkerchief.

"You're too kind." Ambrose breathed, palming it in his hand. "It's only due to...the wea..." His words cut short, this time the handkerchief caught the sneeze. "The weather, I feel fine." Ambrose hoped his words would convince Cecil as they arrived at Ambrose's room.

Cecil nodded his dark eyes fixed on Ambrose, "Warm yourself, I'll make you a brandy." He said as they entered the lavish guest room.

"I'm fine, Cecil." Ambrose retorted, pocketing the handkerchief. "Please don't fuss."

Cecil turned back to Ambrose, gently cupping his face. "It's my nature." He smiled slightly, running his thumb across Ambrose's cheek. "Your last illness..."

"I...I know." Ambrose averted his eyes, his heart beating against his chest. "This time is different, believe me, I won't fall ill." He pulled in closer.

Cecil pressed his forehead to Ambrose's. "I hope so." He whispered.

[littlemissidontcare]

Ooops forgot the linkwww.instagram.com/p/C1u8ObQSfnq/?igsh=MTh3cWt1M2tmOGxkcg==

// can that woman NOT fucking pose and smile normally? Geez, a family pic and still pulling that damn duck face 😗

[link-sans-specs]

I didn't get to get trendy in the episode, but they have some more trendy stuff here.

GMMore2354

What's the Best Toothpick Flavor?

[yoon-kooks]

I GOT SDL TOO OMG.. WE 🆙🔛🔝

twins fr!!🥹🤙 we are yoongi in his duck face era😗✌️

[unearthlydust]

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes aka master of duck face 😗

[explicitred]

Childe Swimming/Pool Headcanons - (Male Reader)

Childe Pool/Swimming Headcanons - (Male Reader)

Zhongli Swimming Date: https://explicitred.tumblr.com/post/667754362938048512/zhongli-swimmingpool-male-headcanons

Xiao Swimming Date: https://explicitred.tumblr.com/post/667844958852726784/xiao-swimmingpool-headcanons-male-reader

Albedo Swimming Date: https://explicitred.tumblr.com/post/668026149456183296/albedo-swimmingheadcanons-male-reader

Scaramouche Swimming Date: https://explicitred.tumblr.com/post/668116744078032896/scaramouche-swimmingpool-headcanons-male

Oh-ho-ho? Are you ready to swim? Because be prepared! It’ll be fun with Childe around!☺️😊

(And yes I know that it's currently almost winter but I have no more story ideas lmao)

-I’ll be honest, Childe was TOO excited it freaked his co-workers out.

-Sure, he is always smiling and happy. But Childe’s way too happy right now, even for him to manage usually.

-The 11th Fatui Harbinger adored you very much, so much that Childe was dancing and singing in the Palace...? Damn. That's a whole new level lmao

-Scaramouche and Signora became overly annoyed at Childe with his constant voice roaming around the place.

-Alright, it was now 2 PM. Time to go to the destined destination and do Mission B: Make this swimming date a good one!

You sighed as you received yet another letter from a Fatui Skirmisher.

All the recent letters you have received were complaints from Scaramouche and Signora about Childe, telling you how they wish they could've burned him; as a result of their annoyance. And how you should've invited them (individually) instead, as well as going as far as listing a bunch of reasons on why they would've been better.

You knew that they both also had a crush on you, along with the other harbingers. Of course, if you weren't a Fatui Harbinger as well... How would you have “spied” on them and known of this quickly?

Suddenly, you then heard loud footsteps that came eagerly.

“Hello, comrade! How are you doing?” Childe exclaimed in delight that he was here earlier than he had been expecting.

‘Pat on the back Ajax!’ Childe thought to himself, as his grin developed wider.

“Ah, hello Childe. I'm doing good, thank you for asking.” You nodded and replied calmly.

His eyes moved from your face to the dozens of letters in your hands.

“Oh? Comrade, what are those letters about?” He questioned curiously.

“Letters from Signora and Scaramouche; about how annoying you were at the palace.” You nonchalantly said, as if it was a casual everyday thing.

Childe smiled lightly and droplets of sweat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, on the right side near his forehead.

“Well, never mind that. Let's enjoy our time here.” You said, as you finally ended the conversation.

-You guys would have a luxury time, I mean- you both are Fatui Harbingers after all.

-There’d be pool noodles, drinks, snacks, etc. Heck, even large duck floaties because why not

-You both will occasionally splash water at each other, and create “tornadoes” with your arms, spinning with your body.

-Of course, water gun fights are a must for Childe.

(I also would like some watermelon after swimming, thanks 👀✨)

-Hand-feeding each other snacks? Sure 🥺

-Of course, if you both have washed your hands first and all that.

-Then you allow Childe to be hand-fed by you while he blushes brightly and grins

-You both would be relaxed, sitting or still in the pool while telling each other stories

-Everything has been going great so far 🥰❤️

-After the fun swimming day, you both would be in a blanket all cozy and warm, watching a movie relaxed. 😌 😗

-Today had been a peaceful and fun day; if it had not been for Signora and Scaramouche breaking the door when you both were getting to the good part of the movie.

“Childe, you are a little rascal I could easily smush under my feet. Do not press my buttons, I'm warning you~”

“Childe, do you want to die?”

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: letters you never got to send to Izuku [repost] ONESHOT

genre: angst, just angst

synopsis: Deku went vigilante and it took 5 yrs for him to defeat AFO, he returns to find out you're married to Bakugo. (this was posted when 304 was updated and was deleted and now I'm posting it again so it's not canon compliant)

Mmm, baby, I don't understand this

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

-xxxententacion

@speedmetalqueen coz I don't have anyone to tag 😗 and how're ya holding up with ur week?

@bl--ankhaeji you like deku stuff but you're gonna hate me on this one 😌

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"Stop crying, mom." Izuku patted his mom's shoulders. "I'm home now. And everyone's safe."

Inko tried her best to curb the tears; her bottom lip quivered. Some tears still escaped. "Fine, fine. Just sit back and relax, okay? You've broken down far too many bones to my liking and I'm not allowing you to move until you get your casts out."

He could only helplessly smile. And then he inquires and Inko had been waiting for it. He mentions your name. "Do you think she's mad at me?"

"Mad? Not at all. No."

Izuku grinned to himself, relieved but something's not right. He couldn't put a finger on it. "Why didn't she drop by the hospital? I could've used her company."

"She must be busy." The surety and the empathizing tone in her voice, nagged at him.

"Why's she busy?"

And he catches the odd look on his mom's face, as if she was about to say something but decided against it. "I'm sure she'll drop by one of these days."

"Oh..." Izuku sighed dejectedly. "I think she's still mad at me."

"Can you blame her?"

Izuku absentmindedly grabbed his phone with his good hand, typing in your number with muscle memory. He concludes you changed your number after not getting a text from you for a whole week.

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"Kacchan's married?" He exclaimed. Incredible. That was weird. They were still young. But somehow it made sense. His childhood friend will always be first. First to manifest his quirk, in middleschool, the most popular kid, and of course, he'd be the one to get married first. It's like Bakugo's life fell into place without conscious effort. "To whom..."

Iida answers with your name hesitantly.

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He was able to get ahold of you through Mina, asking to catch up with an old friend. When you meet up at his apartment, you held a little boy's hand, a carbon copy of Kacchan. It strikes him weird, that the boy acts like you and it felt like a kick to the head; at the same time, it was surreal.

"Sorry." You apologize nervously. "I get really anxious leaving him alone, hope you don't mind."

Izuku gaped, struggled to get the words out. He barely registers that you finally sat down. You sit in awkward silence. Your son struggled, gesturing to play with his toy figure, Deku. Izuku was sure it was a dream, there's no way Kacchan would let his son play with that, and no way he could marry–

He raised his eyes to yours, heart hammering against his chest. You looked happy, eyes never straying from your son who's under the table now. A feeling that shit just got real. Disoriented. That's exactly how it feels for him.

Because... how is it now that somehow you're a stranger when it felt like you were his just yesterday? You two haven't committed to each other, but he was sure you liked him and him you.

"How–" Izuku winced at how feeble his voice starts. He clears his throat. "How'd it happen?"

You ducked your head shyly, suppose you owe it to him. "When you left–"

"How old is he?" He asks when your son comes up to his leg under the table, waving Deku figurine babbling 'nerd! nerd! nerd!' You shush your son by gathering him back into your arms and sat down again.

"Three."

"Ah."

Another silence.

"I fell in love with Katsuki." You sigh, admitting it. Your shoulders quaked a little.

"How?" He couldn't understand. "You hated Kacchan. Kacchan who called me names. Kacchan who called you names because you stuck by me."

"Yeah." You winced at the memory of young Bakugo bullying Izuku. "He was an idiot." A flash of fond exasperated smile on your lips; you might have as well grabbed a fork and stabbed it on his chest, twisting it for good measure. "But– he grew up, Izu. The three of us used to play together until his quirk manifested remember? When you left, we sort of, grew back together and he's still the same."

And suddenly, hurt is not just shedding tears. Real hurt is frozen blood in his veins because it refuses to beat for anyone but you. His eyes burned to cry; he struggled to keep the tears at bay; he fails and you politely look away. He heaves and all of his body trembled, knowing tears will not relieve the ache.

"But– I thought–" He hiccups a sob. "I defeated All for One."

You smile in wistfulness. Izuku the Hero. You remember all the times you played Hero & Princess. Katsuki would grudgingly play the Villain. Katsuki admitted to you that the only reason he was able to accept playing the Villain was because princesses spend alot of time with the villains before the heroes come. Funny that it actually came true. Except Izuku the hero came back too late, and now you have a kid.

"I'll always be proud of that, Izu."

"Why? Why didn't you wait for me?"

"You were gone without warning. No text. No call. Not even a letter." This time, it was your rage. "I worried for you. Inko and I lost sleep but I had to pull myself together. And when I did, I found someone to call my home." You hated hurting him but you had to settle things. Izuku's evergreen eyes. So painfully sweet. The greatest what-if you will finally close. "Did you know? I did like you. I think you broke my heart when you left without saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry." He ducked his head down. "I'm sorry. But I'm here now."

"Oh, Izuku." Because the girl who used to be in love with him is nowhere to be found, and the ache in your heart is but a ghost of that girl. You reach out to touch his hand, to pat him. "I'm sorry... I realized I would have to share most of you to the world and I'm not strong enough for that. I'm too self centered and I will not settle less for a partner that could barely give me scraps of his time."

He jerks away from you, trembling in rage. "You were supposed to wait for me! I saved everyone! You were supposed to–"

Your eyes hardened. "I'm not some prize to be handed to you just because you saved everyone. Everyone owes you gratitude but not my heart. And my heart could not wait for the unknown."

"But it's unfair! I've never been jealous of Kacchan, I admired him but never jealous because you were by my side." His chest seemed to burst, like someone smashed a hole through. "It's unfair! Kacchan gets everything!"

Tears kept falling without his regard. He crawled through hell only to fall into another one. Heartbreak can only be devastating.

The first sensation is almost like a freefall within his chest, instantly followed by a silent yet violent ‘crashing crack’, like fine crystal china breaking with the sound on mute. So the crystal splinters off into innumerable shards bringing with it a passionate pain that is both freezing and burning, stabbing and throbbing, concomitently with a quivering, crushing weight that makes it difficult to breathe calmly. These sharp, icy-hot crystal fractals carry off in Izuku's bloodstream and shoot down his arms to settle into the base of his thumbs and his wrists — sometimes it even flows down his legs and into the arches of his feet and base of his toes.

The concussive weight in his chest builds like a volcano and shoots pressurized lava up and down into his stomach, up to the nape of his neck, the back of his throat, his temples and the top of his head. Therein an instantaneous headache, and a simultaneous punched-in-the-gut, wind-knocked-outta-him feeling.

All of this is happening as his throat starts tightening up. Izuku's chest and throat feel on fire. He is hyperventilating. The prickling, stinging behind his eyes as tears kept shedding; wretched, gutteral, almost primeval keening wails escape from Izuku's lips, almost unknowingly. Uncaring that you are a witness.

It feels like an infinite, mortal injury.

If written down, the experience would come about as a step by step process but it all happens almost concurrently, lightening - quick from ‘free-fall shock' to fetal position, utter emotional annihilation. Izuku curls on his chair, like a child. Your son hugged you, scared at the weird man crying out of nowhere.

He learns that heartbreak hurts alot. Like a broken bone, like a cut from a knife, like a burn, like being crushed in a car wreck; all of these Izuku had felt before and the pain is on par, if not more to each and combined.

Everyone will suffer a heartbreak at least once in their lifetime but no two are exactly the same. Some may heal completely, like you, who got left behind five years ago but was able to move on, and others who, like Izuku the Hero, will have to learn to live with it.

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[phoenix-king-ozai]

Why Ozai and Zuko truly hated the Avatar!!!!

Avatar Szeto of the Fire Nation was a genius accountant and lover of abacas. He probably invented the Avatar-verse version of algebra, geometry, statistic, and calculus! Even chemistry is in the Fire Nation by Aang's time.

Ozai and Zuko despise that their ancestor Avatar Szeto invented the worst thing known to mankind: MATHEMATICS AND FORMULAS!!!!

What kind of cruel and masochist psychopath would develop that vile nonsense!!! e^2 or y=mx+b trash is for the turtle-ducks!

It's isn't fair that Iroh and Azula gets S~Rank marks and Ozai and Zuko gets D~Rank marks during their time in Fire Nation Royal Academy for Boys & Girls.

Zuko: What type of sick fuck makes kids learn that type of mind-numbing nonsense. It's nonessential!

Azula: Nonessential for dumbasses and morons...

Ozai: For once I agree with my foolish welp of a son. Mathematics & Formulas are cruel and unusual punishment...AND I EVEN BURN HALF MY OWN SON FACE OFF!

Iroh: Formulas are keys to which Mathematics are like puzzles to lock doors of knowledge of the universe...

Ozai & Zuko: [Reacting to Iroh's wisdom]

Ursa: Merry Christmas everyone! For this holiday season of merry cheer and giving, I will be giving EVERYONE a book of Essentials of a Abstract Calculus Sixteenth Edition!!!! 😗😚☺😘🤗😚☺

Zuko:

Ozai: OH FOR AGNI'S SAKE, THE NERD IS HERE!!!!!