#i always knew she was a catgirl at heart

[dangdfeng]

[drawn 9/6/23] cool idea i had in the shower of Nova projecting herself as basically an 3d hologram avatar because her star form is too whopping big compared to the other characters. now its easier for her to blend in with the little people. honestly ive been procrastinating on doing stuff with nova simply because her huge size made it hard to draw her with the other characters but i think you will see me draw her more now

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: If T*mblr flags this chapter, I swear I'm gonna have a stroke. I had a request fill flagged already & I may just have to post it on Ao3. Anyways, stay safe & wear y'all masks cuz the air is trash rn! Also, this isn't proofread so I'm sorry if some of the grammar is shit lmaoo. If you read it on Ao3, it's better -Jazz

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Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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FIFTEEN.

Hours into the night, the energy in the club finally dies down and Nemuri is passed out with her head in Mic’s lap and her hair in her mouth. 

“Now she knows not to ever try to drink with Mirko,” you giggle. That bunny girl can drink anyone under the table. You swear that her lungs are made of steel. “You sure she’s gonna be alright?” You worriedly glance up at Mic who has a land on Nemuri’s head, stroking it gently. 

“With me?” Mic chuckles. “She’ll be more than alright! I’ll make sure this beauty makes it back safely.” Nemuri groans softly, earning a quiet laugh from Mic. It is the end of the night for you which is usually signaled by aching feet from dancing and the need for sleep. The club is still jumping, but you’re in need of a hot shower and your soft bed to end the night off strong. 

“You just worry about gettin’ yourself home, okay?” Mic tells you over the music. “I know you’ve got those claws, but still.” He peers at you worriedly from behind his shades that sit perched on his nose. 

You smile at his concern. Always the worried wart, he is. “Don’t worry, Mic; your friend is going with me.” You nod towards the door where Aizawa waits for you, scrolling through his phone and looking incredibly sexy while doing it…or maybe that’s just the alcohol talking. You couldn’t believe it when he offered to walk you back to the dorms when you announced to the group that you were tired and wanted to go home. 

However, not once did you protest or deny his kindness. After being so close to him tonight, you are more than eager to hopefully get closer to him tonight. Even a silent walk side-by-side back to campus will be enough for you tonight. He’s like a drug to you–you just can’t get enough of him. 

Mic looks between Aizawa and you, shocked. “Aizawa’s walking you home?” he asks in complete awe. You slowly nod, wondering what the big deal is. He then cackles, joyfully slapping his knee. “That sly flirt! I knew he was coming out tonight for you!” 

Your heart picks up speed at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. Mic’s joyful smile turns into a secretive smirk, a glint in his eyes. “Ask him,” he chuckles, nodding over at his friend standing patiently by the door. You make a confused scowl at him, wanting to shake the truth out of him. Aizawa couldn’t have possibly came out tonight just for you. It just doesn’t make sense to you in your boozed-out mind, like a purple sky. 

Nemuri groans sleepily from Mic’s lap and her eyes peel open to meet yours. “Hey, honey,” you coo, gently stroking her hair. “Mic’s gonna take you home later, okay? Don’t worry; Shouta is walkin’ me back to the dorms.” 

Nemuri pulls a sour face at this new information. “Tell him if even thinks about hurting you, he’s dead,” she grumbles, abruptly sitting up. “I mean it! I’ll knock his ass out with my quirk, strangle him, hide the body, then…” She pauses, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Too many cocktails,” she groans in anguish before plopping back down onto Mic’s lap. He looks at you with a smile, patting Nemuri’s back. “Get goin’,” he chuckles. 

And so you do. After saying goodbye to the rest of the crew, you walk over as best as you can on tired feet to Aizawa. He immediately pockets his phone and stands at attention when he sees you. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, giving him a smile. “Absolutely.” 

He keeps a hand on your lowerback as you walk out of the club, the feeling of his warm palm making your tail curl excitedly. Once you’re outside in the late-night air, you and Aizwa begin slowly walking in the direction of the UA campus. During the walk, you two don’t talk much, but you don’t have to. The silence is comfortable and peaceful, making you feel content in just feeling his presence next you and sneaking glances at him now and then. 

You enjoyed being with him tonight. He revealed a different side to you that you’ve never seen before–one that is more laidback and carefree than the usual grumpy, standoffish, and sarcastic person you’re so used to. He was extremely protective toward you, always sitting near you or somewhere close by to keep an eye out while you enjoyed yourself. It wasn’t at all overbearing to you. If anything, it was so fucking hot how he refused to keep his guard down around you. 

Even when he was enjoying himself. At one point, he did a shot contest with Mic with some kind of sour mango concoction and Mic nearly passed away on his fourth shot. And then there was that dance…that dance you can’t seem to get out of your mind. The way he held you; twirled you; moved your body this way and that to the music while staring deep into your eyes. You can still smell his cologne on you and feel the warmth of his hips pressed flush against yours. 

Need coils inside of you as you walk beside him, doing your best to calm yourself. You want him. You want him more than anything, and it isn’t just the alcohol talking. You would think tonight would open the door for something new between you; something you may both want. ‘That would mean you’d have to tell him everything,’ a nagging voice in your head hisses. ‘You sure you’re ready for that?’ 

You push the voice away, not wanting to go down the road. Even if something is to happen tonight and you do invite Aizawa into your bed, or vice versa, there is no need for talks of dating or romance. Tonight could just be about the attraction you both feel for one another. That’s it and that’s all. But even as you try to think of tonight going that way, you feel sick. You don’t want to be just a booty call, and you’d be lying if you said you’d be okay with that. 

You want more with Aizawa. You want him now, tomorrow, and longer after that. You don’t care how long it could last. You just want him for the time he’ll allow. But you need to hear that from him. You need to know with unwavering certainty that he wants the same thing as you. These wandering, pestering thoughts finally take the backburner when you arrive at the faculty dorms at UA. Aizawa walks you to your dorm first after telling you he plans to pick Eri up in the morning. “It’s too late,” he explained. “Shinso needs his sleep.” 

When you finally make it to your dorm, you finally break the silence that has now turned awkward without the serenity of nature and the city views keeping you company. You turn to Aizawa, smiling and clutching your purse. “Thanks for walkin’ me home. I would’ve just taken a Lyft.” 

Aizawa shakes his head, standing at a good distance from you. “Nah, I wouldn’t have let you do that. Lyfts are pricey at this time of night, especially on a Friday. Not to mention that I was plannin’ on leavin’ early anyway and we both live in the same building, so…” He pauses, putting a lull in his stream of consciousness spilling from his lips. “I’m rambling,” he sighs, looking absolutely embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red. 

“It’s okay,” you giggle, just as bashful and melting at how damn cute he is. “I appreciate it either way.” You awkwardly toe the floor with your heel as silence falls around you again. You don’t want to go in just yet. You don’t want tonight to end. “I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” you softly confess, peering up at him through your lashes. 

He stares at you in awe as if he can’t believe what he just heard. Then a genuine, soft smile curls at his lips. Those lips you desperately want to feel against yours. “I did, too,” he replies, the warm tone of his voice making your stomach flip. 

For a while, you just stand there in the hall, silent and both burning with questions left not asked. You want to ask him to come in. Or have him ask you to follow him to his dorm. Would he even want either? Would you be okay with that kind of disappointment? Other than arousal, the truth is also burning a hole in your stomach. Maybe you should tell him now while you have liquid confidence and privacy. You can’t keep him in the dark forever. 

Aizawa clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. “Well…I guess I’ll leave you here.” With his hands still in his pockets, he turns and begins to walk away. The truth begins to bubble inside of you, desperate to be released. 

‘Tell him! Tell him now!’

“Shouta,” you say, your heart leaping in your chest. The pro stops and looks at you over his shoulder. Ignoring the way your hands shake gripped around your purse, you swallow your pride.  “Do you wanna come inside?” you ask. Aizawa’s eyes flash with something unreadable, but it’s there. Was he hoping you’d ask him? 

“For some tea maybe?” you softly add, hoping that will make this sound less suggestive. Still, he holds that unreadable expression as he slowly turns towards you. The air has completely changed between you. It’s charged and tense; stiff with desire...at least on your part. “Do you want me to?” he asks, raising a tentative brow. 

“Well, I’m usually very particular about who I let into my private space…” You bend down to take your key from under your welcome mat. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you,” you purr, giving him a smile before unlocking your door. “Come right in.” You open the door wider, revealing your spiffy dorm room that smells of vanilla Yankee Candle spray. You mentally pat yourself on the back for cleaning your dorm before you left tonight. 

Aizawa hums as he steps into the living room, looking around at your little home. “Cute place.” You shut the door and come up next to him, tossing your jacket onto the couch as you do. “By the way, you were wrong about my scratching post bein’ in my office,” you say, nudging him with your hip. “I moved it in here along with my catnip.” 

You nod toward your window overlooking your favorite cherry blossom tree where, sure enough, your scratching post sits along with a plastic ziplock baggie of catnip on the top shelf of your bookcase. A chortle bubbles from Aizawa’s chest, making you laugh along with him. It’s so contagious. “That. Is. Adorable,” he chuckles. “And absolutely hilarious.” 

Glad to have the ice finally melted, you wander into the kitchen. “Take a seat and I’ll get you that tea.” Aizawa does so, taking a seat on your couch as you rummage around in your kitchen preparing tea. Once you get the kettle going, you dig into your box of assorted tea bags for the right one. “Which kind would you like?” you call to him. “I’ve got green, black, oolong, chai…” 

“Black, thanks,” he says. You snort to yourself. Of course, it’d be black. 

After brewing him a mug and fixing yourself some green tea with extra honey, you bring the two mugs over to him on the couch. “Here you go,” you say, holding his mug out for him. As he takes it, your fingers brush against each other, sending your heart into a frenzy. Why the fuck did you think bringing him here was a good idea? 

You have no choice but to sit next to him, noticing how the couch dips slightly because of his weight. You eye him up and down as he silently sips his tea, realizing how tall he actually is. Even sitting down he is still a head taller than you. Your giggle, slightly influenced by the drinks you had earlier, makes him look over at you, a questionable smile on his face. “Sorry; you just look so big sittin’ on my couch. You make my dorm look like a dollhouse.” 

Aizawa smirks into his tea, breaking through that tension more and more. “Sorry about earlier,” he suddenly says. You stare at him, confused. “You know, with that Snapshot guy. I know him, and he just seemed like a douche from where I was standing.” You roll your eyes at the mention of Kenji. “C’mon, he was a nice guy!” you protest. 

“Yeah, just to get in your pants,” he grumbles sarcastically. “Nemuri’s words, not mine. She sent me over there to get him away from you, but the dancing wasn’t a part of it.” Then, just like that, the air begins to change again. It is different and tense with unsaid words, the desire rising in your body with every second you don’t ask him what you’re dying to know. 

Finally sick of waiting, you lower your mug down on the table in front of you and cross your legs to stamp out your arousal. “You know, Mic told me to ask you something,” you blurt. Aizawa’s eyes flicker to yours. “Apparently, he thinks you came out with us tonight just for me.” 

With the question now out in the open, the silence transitions to one of awkwardness again. You laugh to yourself, hoping to ease the tension surrounding you. “He’s just being silly, right?” you awkwardly giggle. 

But Aizawa doesn’t agree or explain himself. He barely even moves. Instead of at you, he stares at his mug and the contents inside of it. You blink at him, confused and a little scared (that damn alcohol!). 

“Shouta?” you squeak. Your ears point backward, unsure of what’s happening and if you should be alert. Did you go too far? Did you anger him? 

Suddenly, he lowers his tea mug next to yours and turns to look at you. As soon as he does, you understand everything that he must have been feeling for you the entire night: desire. It is pure, it is molten, and it is there in his hooded gaze that he pins right on you. You’re speechless, your tongue heavy and mouth dry. His hand sneaks across the couch to meet yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “I’m not good with words as you probably already know,” he breathlessly says, “so if it’s alright with you before the liquor wears off, I’d like to show you. Is that okay?” 

There are so many things you want to say to this man, but the one word that you’re able to choke out is the only one that is clear in your mind that is hazy with need: “Yes.” Instantly, you find yourself wrapped in Aizawa’s arms and his lips are finally, finally, on yours. His lips are soft and plump. You can feel the prickle of his facial hair and taste the faint hints of alcohol and mint gum on his tongue. Unable to stop yourself, you moan into the kiss and press a hand to his cheek, feeling his soft skin and beard against your fingertips. 

Aizawa snakes a hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head as his lips dance with yours. It feels so, so good. Better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you have dreamed of kissing him many, many times. You want to moan more into his mouth. You want to whimper; beg; scream for him. You want to let him know how desperate you’ve been for him. How touch starved you are for only his hands and skin. 

You get the green light to do so when he suddenly pulls away from you to soft whisper through heavy pants, “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for months.” He sounds just as hoarse with need as you feel. Overwhelmed with joy and arousal, you press your other hand to his face and bring him in for more heated kisses. “M-Me too,” you breathlessly stutter against his plump lips. “Kiss me more, Shouta. Show me that you feel the same that I do for you.” 

And he does. After gaining your permission, Aizawa lets out a throaty groan as he snakes his big, muscled arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You giggle through the kiss, even more turned on at his strength and ability to switch from soft to rough at the drop of a hat. You are now pressed flush against him with one leg thrown over his lap. If you are to shift just a little bit, you’d be sitting in his lap. Aizawa’s hands drift down to your hips to cup your ass but he doesn’t fondle or squeeze it like you want him to. 

He pulls away, his charcoal eyes concerned. “Is this okay?” he whispers. “We can do whatever you wanna do. I don’t care; just as long as I get to keep you here like this.” He hugs you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your jawline. You smile at him, filled with happiness and feeling hot all over. “And you say you’re not good with words,” you purr before diving in for another kiss, slipping some tongue between. 

Aizawa moans in surprise at your boldness but isn’t displeased either. You can tell by how he eagerly begins to swirl his tongue with yours, chasing and dancing with it. The wet sounds your lips and tongue as you continue to kiss makes your panties wetter. You need more of this. More of him. So after pulling away, you take the initiative and slowly climb into his lap, straddling him. You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing against you from inside his pants. 

Aizawa stares up at you, lips parted and eyes hooded. He wants you. That much is clear from his molten-hot look as if his bulge doesn’t tell you anything. “I know we don’t know each other all that well,” he huskily says, “but I’d be lying if I said wasn’t extremely attracted to you.” He grips your ass in his hands, making you softly moan and your tail curl in pleasure. “So if you don’t want somethin’ to happen tonight, you’d better tell me now.” 

He sounds so sure that there’s a possibility that you don’t want anything to transpire between you two tonight. Does he see how hot you’re making him? Do you need to show him? Obviously, you do, so you take his hand from your ass and slide it underneath your dress to press against your panties. “Shit,” Aizawa hisses at the feeling of the wet fabric. His fingers begin to slide against your panties without your assistance, rubbing against your sensitive clit. 

“Does that answer your question?” you softly moan, shamelessly grinding into his hand. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. “We can get to all of that ‘getting to know you’ stuff on a second date…‘cause I want that second date.” Aizawa chuckles at your answer, the soft sound making your pussy pulse against his fingers, and he presses another passionate kiss to your lips. Christ, can he just fuck you already? You can feel the cat inside of you growing impatient as her heat increases, desperate for something. 

Aizawa must sense it too because he asks you, “Bedroom?” while still peppering your mouth in kisses. You make a noise of protest and pull away, vigorously shaking your head. “No,” you whimper. “Right here is good for me.” He looks unsure of this, but any protest or argument you stop when you nibble on his bottom lip, gently pulling the flesh between your teeth and letting it pop back into place. “I don’t care where we are,” you whisper. “I just want you.” 

A noise similar to a gasp leaves Aizawa’s lips as he devours your mouth again, his hands moving along your back and ass, squeezing to his delight. “Grind into me,” he growls. “I know you want to.” And so you do. You begin to grind your hips down into his bulge, your fabric-covered pussy gliding across his hardened dick in his jeans. You’re practically teeming with need at this point, especially when you feel his hand brush against the base of your tail. 

He immediately moves it as soon as he touches it but you’re not letting that slide. “You wanna touch it?” you breathlessly ask. “You can if you want. My ears too.” You hope he sees the need in your eyes as you stare into his. ‘Please!’ they beg. ‘Please touch me, for fuck’s sake!’ He seems to take the hint though because his hand moves back to your tail, his skin brushing at the soft fur. “J-Just be gentle,” you plead. “They’re a bit sensitive.” 

Aizawa moves his lips across your neck and jawline, peppering them in intoxicating kisses. “Tell me how to touch you,” he murmurs to you. You can barely speak as you shift in his lap, arching your ass up a bit to meet his hand. “Start lightly stroking my tail with your index and middle finger. You can do the same with my ear.” 

He nods and does so, taking his index and middle fingers to your tail where he begins to lightly stroke it up and down. Your mouth opens agape as pleasure zings through your entire body, starting at your tail. With his other hand, Aizawa begins to lightly pet one of your ears, paying attention to your body language and reactions as he does. You’re in pure heaven right now. His hands feel so good that the pleasure they emit should be illegal. “Ohhh, that’s good,” you moan, unable to hide the pleasure you’re feeling right now. 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks you, his voice in your ear making your clit jump excitedly. “You like that, kitty?” As soon as the pet name leaves his lips, he swears and your ears perk up at the new, foreign word. “I’m sorry. That just slipped out.” He looks sheepish, still slowly stroking your tail and ear. 

The nickname brings something out of you: the desire to be that “kitty” for him. To want to submit to whatever he wants. It shocks you but it also excites you. “Don’t apologize,” you giggle. “I like it.” And you do. You fucking love it. You place your hands against the hard plains of his chest, wanting to feel him. “Could you call me that again?” you pleadingly ask, hands stroking up and down his chest, indulging in the hard pecs beneath his shirt. A twinkle appears in Aizawa’s dark eyes and his hand moves away from your tail to squeeze one of your ass cheeks. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want,” he softly growls. “Just keep touchin’ me.” 

You’re happy to oblige. You’re even happier to make your touch more direct. You slip your hands underneath his shirt to press your palms to his warm skin and hard pecs. You can feel his heart hammering against your hands, making you realize how excited he is for you. It makes you even wetter than you already are. You lean in, pressing your lips to his pouty ones. “You’re wearin’ too much,” you purr against his lips. “I am, too.” 

With a heart-stopping smile, Aizawa helps you down off of his lap and proceeds to help you undress him. You’re only able to get his top off because his hands are already grappling for the zipper to Nemuri’s dress. He pulls it down in one swift motion and the piece of clothing comes tumbling off of your body to reveal your lace bra and panty set. Aizawa’s eyes widen an inch. “Jesus,” he exhales, drinking in your naked form. “If you would’ve gone home with Snapshot, I would’ve pulled up and strangled him.” The sudden brashness of his comment makes you laugh hysterically, the awkwardness of being semi-naked in front of your crush melting away. 

He pulls you to him so you’re standing between his thighs and he sits up straighter so his face is eye-level to your breasts. He doesn’t hesitate to pull down the bra straps on your shoulders, causing the cups to your bra to slowly slide down your stomach and reveal your naked breasts and hardened, brown nipples to him. 

His fingers brush against the sides of your breasts, emitting a soft moan from your lips. He takes one hand away and replaces it with his lips, softly sucking and nibbling at the tight nipple. 

Your mouth falls open and your hands move to his head, caressing and running through his soft, black locks. The sounds coming from you–so eager and desperate–egg him on, leading him to pinch your nipple with his other hand. A spark of pleasure shoots through you, making your panties sodden wet with your arousal. His mouth and hand switch positions, his lips now latched on the nipple he was tweaking with his fingers before. 

You grip his shoulders, your claws threatening to jut out and sink into his skin from the sheer pleasure. His mouth and fingers just feel so good! Your pussy throbs and gushes in your panties, wanting to receive the same treatment. “Shouta,” you softly moan. His lips make a suckling sound as he continues to suck softly on your nipple, his tongue swirling around and around the hardened peak. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums in acknowledgement. 

You pull yourself away, causing him to stare up at you in confusion. “Touch me,” you plea. “Right here.” You take his hand and press it between your quivering inner thighs, right up against your mount. A wolfish grin appears on Aizawa’s lips as he stands, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “I can do more than that, kitty,” he responds, his voice but a low whisper that makes your pussy gush into your panties. “Sit here and just relax.” 

You do as you’re told, sitting down on your couch and lying back against one of the pillows. Aizawa stands before you, looking like a piece of art in the moonlight that cuts through your window as if he was carved from stone and sculpted like one of those naked renaissance era sculptures. His muscles ripple as he kneels down, his eyes still on yours, and pries your thighs apart with his big hands. He leans in and first begins to kiss your panty line, his lips giving the thin fabric open-mouthed kisses. Every time he does so, his nose nudges against your clit which sends sparks coursing through your body. 

You don’t need to beg him to take your underwear off. After a few short kisses, Aizawa loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and, with your help, takes them down your legs to expose your wet, glistening cunt to him. He verbally swears, his gaze growing darker and more lustful as he gazes at your sex like it’s a piece of the finest dessert. “S-Shouta,” you softly stammer but you can’t say much when he leans in and proceeds to dive straight into your pussy. 

You thought Aizawa was a great kisser but he’s even better at eating pussy. His mouth alternates between using his lips to suckle gently on your pussy lips and clit to using his tongue to slowly flick the inside of your walls. He takes his time, his movements deliberate and methodical, taking each moment to draw a moan or a whimper out of you. You’re losing it. You toss your head back against the pillow and grip the couch, your claws jutting out and digging into the couch’s fabric. “Oh, God, Shouta!” you shout to the ceiling. How the fuck is he this good with his mouth? 

Aizawa looks up at you, his eyes shining from between the V of your inner thighs. “I want your hands on me and nowhere else,” he demands, his voice like a vice to you. “Touch me, kitty.” Quickly retracting your claws, you do as he says and grip his shoulders as he keeps his hands firmly placed on your inner thighs, pinning them to the couch. Such strength. Such dominance. 

‘Control yourself,’ you think, forcing yourself to keep your claws in. The last thing you need is Aizawa catching you and asking about them since you told him don’t have any. But fuck, is it hard, especially when he swirls his tongue around your clit and dips into your little wet hole to pay attention to you there. He slurps up every ounce of you, not leaving a single drop to waste. 

You hope he’ll be able to handle it when you cum because you can already feel it rising. That chord in your core is about to snap with how soft his lips are and the way his nose constantly keeps nudging against your sensitive little button. “Shouta,” you moan in a warning. “I-I’m gonna–” 

“I can feel it,” he groans into your pussy, still lapping away. “Cum on my face, kitty. I wanna taste all of you.” He grips your thighs and moves his jaw faster, coaxing you further toward that edge, his tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit. “Cum for me,” he demands. “Don’t fuckin’ hold back.” 

And you don’t. The strength in his hands pinning your thighs open and his wondrous mouth push you over the edge. You begin to grind your hips into Aizawa’s mouth, chasing that orgasm like a high. Finally, with a mewl-like moan and your eyes screwed tight, you burst all over Aizawa’s mouth and the couch cushion beneath you. Your orgasm crashes into your body, making it shiver and shudder with aftershocks as Aizawa continues to softly lap at your pussy. He groans appreciatively at your taste, eating you up like an hungered animal. Your mind is hazy and your body feels as light as a feather as you begin to come down from your high. It is by far the best orgasm you’ve had. 

Finally, once he’s sure you’re cleaned up and way too sensitive for more, Aizawa removes himself from between your thighs. His chin and mouth are shiny with your cum and his saliva, the sight making your overly-sensitive pussy twitch excitedly. “Mmm,” he hums, licking his plump, pink lips free of your juices. “I was right: you taste absolutely delicious.” 

You sit up on your elbows and take every inch of him in. Seeing his abs and pecs glistening in the moonlight, the lust in his eyes, and the hardening bulge in his jeans from pleasing you transform you into someone else entirely. All of that shy shit goes out the window. You want him and you want him now. 

“I still need my taste test,” you boldly say, quickly moving off of the couch. He watches you, confused, until you give him a look that has him sitting back down on your couch. Though he is taken aback by your boldness, you can tell you have him right where you want him when his hard cock begins to twitch in his jeans. 

You find yourself salivating for a lick. You gently push him back against the couch with your hand, giving him a sexy smile that curls onto your lips. “Just relax,” you purr, lowering to your knees between his muscular thighs you just can’t help but stroke and kneed. He moans at your touch, his cock twitching impatiently. You work quickly with his belt and zipper, having both loosened and unzipped as fast as a wink. Aizawa chuckles at your impatience but he is just as eager when he helps you take his pants and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs. 

Your eyes leave his only for a moment to revel in the gorgeous dick in front of your face that has haunted your dreams for weeks now: thick; veiny; curved upward and dripping with precum from the pink, bulbous head. The gorgeous shaft protrudes from a patch of trimmed, black locks that trail up to a delicious-looking happy trail and a V-line. He has quite the dick, and it’s all yours for tonight. He makes that very clear to you when his eyes demand yours to look at him. “I’m all yours,” he breathlessly says. “Take what you want from me, baby.” 

And you do. With a fire igniting inside of you, you wrap a hand around the base of his dick, biting your lip at the fact that you can barely fit it all in your hand. You start by spitting a copious amount of spit onto his cock and stroke it up and down his shaft, making him shine with your saliva. Aizawa groans softly at the feeling of your tiny, soft hand wrapped around him, his head tilted back and eyes closed. You love seeing him so relaxed. You want to give him more of this feeling because he deserves it. 

After lubing him up, you lean in and press small kisses along the head of his dick, throwing some kitten licks in the mix. He loves that. His toes curl and his hands clench at his sides as more porn-worthy sounds drift from between his lips. After gaining enough courage, you finally open your mouth wide to accommodate to his size and take him into your mouth. “Fuck!” he grunts as soon as your lips and tongue make contact with his dick. You begin to bob your head up and down along his dick, sliding him in and out of your mouth. You stroke in time with what you can’t gobble down, making sure to keep a secure grip along his slick, wet cock. 

He tastes good. He smells good. He feels good. He sounds good. All of your senses are completely taken over by him as you suck and gag on his dick, hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat to take him deeper. “Such a good girl,” he groans, one hand curling in your hair. “Takin’ me so deep. Such a good kitty.” 

His lewd words encourage you to take him deeper, so much that you start gagging because of how thick he is. He practically fills your throat, making you nearly choke on it. But you never give up or stop. You’ll be damned if the first blowjob you give him is the worst one he’s had. You take things slow, allowing yourself time to get used to his size as you slide your head up and down, up and down, along his dick. His moans get louder, his grip tighter on your hair as you gag on his dick like no one’s business. Saliva drips from your mouth down his heavy balls, and you find yourself wanting to suck on those too. 

“Stop,” he suddenly groans, attempting to pull your head off of him. “Stop, kitty, or I’ll cum.” You pop your mouth off of him with a wet pop and glance up at him. “You don’t want to?” you timidly ask, confused. Doesn’t he want to cum deep down your throat? You know you want him to. You want to taste every creamy ounce of his cum in your mouth. 

“Of course, I do,” he growls, looking down at you with the most intense stare you’ve ever witnessed. “But that can come later if you still want it.” He takes your hands into his and coaxes you to stand before bringing you over to stand between his open thighs. “If I’m gonna cum for the first time with you, I wanna be inside you first…if that’s what you want.” 

You blink down at him, baffled as to how the fuck you managed to get him. Is that what you want? Does a bear shit in the forest? “Hell yes, that’s what I want,” you practically gasp before grabbing his face and pressing a passionate, wet kiss to his mouth that he absolutely appreciates judging by his dick twitching against your thigh. 

“Bedroom?” he mumbles against your lips. You moan in protest before pulling away to stare into his eyes. “No,” you answer. “Just do me right here.” The smile that curls onto Aizawa’s lips could make even the most uptight woman’s panties drop in a flash. 

Speaking of in a flash, he has you on your back and underneath him as soon as you tell him you want to get fucked into your couch by him. You squeal, giggling as he scrambles on top of you and yanks you closer by your legs. ‘Godddamn,’ you think in awe. He’s just so strong and attentive and everything you want in a man. At this rate, you’ll cum again before he’s even inside of you. 

“You got a condom on you by any chance?” he asks as he kisses down your stomach. “I don’t have one.” He flushes as he says this, a nervous look in his eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” You don’t know how long ‘a while’ is, but you could care less when you’re the first girl he’s had sex with in a hot minute. 

“Me too,” you softly say, running a hand through his soft, black locks. A small, happy smile stretches across his handsome face, making your pussy gush. He’s just so damn pretty. “I’m on the pill though, so don’t worry.” 

“I’m gonna worry anyway,” he murmurs as he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “‘Cause I want you to feel good when I do this.” He takes his cock in his hand and proceeds to stroke it up and down your pussy, so tantalizingly slow that you can feel yourself losing every single strand of your composure that is left.

“Can you do that for me, kitty?” he asks. You whimper, beginning to lift your hips to take him in but he isn’t having that. He takes his dick and slaps it against your clit, emitting a whine from you. “Answer me,” he softly demands. 

“Yes!” you whine loudly. “Yes, I’ll do anything, Sho! Just please fuck me already!” Aizawa grins down at you, happy by your answer and your eagerness. “Such a good kitty,” he chuckles. “Well, if you insist…” He then takes his dick in his large hand, lines it up with your entrance, and slowly juts his hips forward, sinking his tip into you first. 

Though it’s just the tip, you feel a stretch and a slight sting that comes with it. You’re glad he gave you that first orgasm because the man is thick. You gasp as soon as he’s in you, gripping his shoulders. He looks down at you, alarmed. “You okay?” he murmurs. “Is it too much?” 

“N-No,” you softly stammer, shifting your hips. “Just need a minute to adjust. You’re kinda big.” He chuckles at the compliment, earning a smack on his shoulder. He patiently waits for you to adjust, rubbing small circles over your clit that definitely help. After a few moments of deep breathing and clit stroking, you give him a nod and a reassuring smile. “Okay,” you whisper. “You can move.” 

Aizawa looks uncertain but does so anyway, moving inch by inch inside of you and out again. He repeats his process with every new part of his shaft that slides inside of you, emitting gasps and whimpers from you. He continues to rub your clit with his thumb and fingers, switching between each every time his hips grind against yours. With every pulse of pleasure that his ministrations give you, your pussy adapts more to his cock, stretching to accommodate his length. 

“You feel so good, kitty,” he groans, his black locks hanging in your face. “So damn good…” Every muscle in his body tense. He’s holding back for you, trying not to rail you into the couch. You can feel it in his shoulders. You press a hand to his handsome face, clammy with sweat, and coax his eyes to meet yours. “It’s okay,” you whisper to him. “You feel good too.” 

You lift your hips to meet his, emitting a luscious moan from him. “Fuck me, Shouta,” you murmur. That’s all it takes for Aizawa to lose all composure. When you lower your hips to the couch, he takes one of your legs and tosses it over his broad shoulder. The new position causes his cock to sink deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp and clench the pillow beneath you for dear life. He’s so, so deep! You can feel all of him stretching you out and stroking your pussy walls that clench and pulse around him. 

“Oh, my God!” you shout, unable to hold yourself back, especially when Aizawa begins to rock his hips into you. He smiles down at you, his pearly whites glittering and strands of his messy, black hair falling loosely around his head. “That’s it, kitty,” he encourages you, still flicking your clit. “Lemme hear you. Lemme hear how good this dick is makin’ you feel.” 

His words only make your pussy clench and gush even more, causing him to groan and roll his hips a little faster. It’s enough to make your titties jiggle and your breath come out in desperate, urgent huffs as he fucks you into his couch. Your eyes shut at the feeling of him stroking your pussy walls, filling you up to the brim with himself. He feels better than you ever could’ve dreamed. “Look at me,” he demands, a growl in his voice. “Look at me while I fuck you.” 

You do as you’re told, your eyes little slits due to the sheer pleasure. But when he suddenly shifts his hips and hits your G-spot, your mouth falls open on a gasp and your eyes widen, blown from the ecstasy. Aizawa’s eyebrows knit together slightly and he stares down at you in a way that makes you feel insecure. Does he not like how you look? “What?” you breathlessly ask, confused as to why he’s looking at you like that. “What’s wrong?” 

He begins to slow down his thrusts though still rocks against you, strokign your clit every single time. “Your eyes…” He trails off, still staring at you as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your heart begins to thump, anxious. “They what?” you timidly ask. 

He pauses, blinking rapidly, his mouth hanging on unspoken words. Finally, he presses a kiss to your foot. “Nothing,” he assures you, stroking your thigh. “Nothing, baby. You just look so pretty right now, I almost don’t wanna flip you over.” 

He takes your leg off of his shoulder to avoid hurting you and leans down to peck you on your lips. “I wanted to stroke that cute lil’ tail while I make you cum,” he murmurs teasingly, his cock still pulsing inside of you. You nearly cum right there from his words. 

Quickly, you nod your head, agreeing to his nasty little desire. He slides his cock, wet with your juices, out of you only to slide it back in when you turn around on all fours, ass and tail on full display for him. When he bottoms out inside of you and begins to roll his hips, you swear you see stars. Everytime he thrusts, his cock strokes your inner walls so nicely and his balls hit your sensitive clit that is nearly reaching her breaking point. 

You can’t help it: your mouth falls open and your tongue hangs out from the pleasure. It’s almost too much for you, especially when Aizawa’s begins to stroke your tail from base to tip. “I see that tongue, kitty,” he chuckles. “C’mere…let me taste it.” With a mewl of pleasure, you turn your head to meet his and his mouth envelopes yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. Tongues swirl, moans travel from one mouth to the other, and his hips continue to bump against your ass again, and again, and again. 

He gradually gets faster, so much so that the couch begins moving and your ass bounces against his lower stomach. You’re a moaning, gasping mess, gripping the cushion below you. Your arms turn to jelly and you find yourself planting your face in the couch while your ass stays up, getting gripped and massaged by Aizawa’s big hands. You can feel your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching, your pussy clenching and your clit swelling every time Aizawa works both. 

“Shouta,” you whine. “I’m close! S-so close!” He grips your ass harder, no doubt leaving handprint marks, and rocks his hips a little faster, coaxing your pussy to explode all over him. “Go ahead,” he grunts. “I’m close too. Please cum with me, kitty! Don’t hold back!” 

You grip the couch and let the motions take you, falling farther and farther into the sea of bliss Aizawa drags you under. You can feel his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you, warning you of his oncoming orgasm. You desperately toss your ass back into him, meeting his desperate thrusts, and bringing you both to an orgasm that knocks the shit out of you. When you cum, you cum with a high-pitched moan and a string of swears that would make even a sailor blush. The fur on your ears and tail stand on end as pleasure courses through your entire body, even in your fingertips and toes. 

“Fuck, kitty!” Aizawa groans, his hips stuttering slightly as he cums inside of you. He grips your hips for dear life as he pauses, letting out a long, loud moan that would no doubt have the neighbors calling the cops. You feel his cum stream inside of your cunt, filling you to the brim. You do nothing but gasp at the feeling, especially when his nut begins to drip down your inner thighs. 

But he doesn’t stop there. He continues to slowly roll his hips, stroking your pussy walls and coaxing out the rest of your orgasm until you’re moaning in protest. Your pussy does the same, pulsing and throbbing around Aizawa, begging him to stop. With a soft moan, he slowly slides out of you, causing the rest of his cum to drip down your thighs. You softly whine at the loss of him. He then presses a kiss to your back and coaxes you to lay down on your side on the couch. 

You do so, your body exhausted and limbs feeling like jelly. You feel Aizawa position himself behind you, one arm snaking around your midsection and stroking your skin. You smile tiredly at his touch, your orgasm sedating you. “Oh, my God,” you softly sigh. “That was…that was…oh, my God.” 

Aizawa chuckles softly behind you. “Glad I left you speechless,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “It was amazing for me, too. I’ve wanted to do that for you for months.” Your ears perk up at his confession. Slowly, you turn around to face him and sit up on your elbows. “How come you never said anything?” you softly ask, peering down at him. 

He stares up at you, his eyes soft and soft, black hair a mess. You reach down to run your hands through it. “Didn’t know how you’d react,” he mumbles, shrugging. “Plus, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to be the partner for you that you deserve with me bein’ a dad and all. And there’s other stuff…” He adverts his gaze from yours, alluding to some secrets he’s keeping, but you don’t push it. You don’t even ask. After all, you have your secrets too. 

His eyes flick back to yours, serious and so vulnerable that it leaves your speechless. “Sure you can handle someone like me?” he asks, sounding so sure that you’ll refuse or even reject him. The fact breaks your heart. Does he realize how long you’ve wanted him? Does he understand how much you’ve craved him? 

Slowly, you lean down to show him these emotions by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You then lean up an inch and suck on his bottom lip, emitting a gasp from him, before moving to nuzzle his neck. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” you purr. “I like it rough.” Aizawa groans as your lips make contact with the sweet spot on his neck. “So you’ve shown me,” he chuckles, his hand moving to grab a handful of your asscheek. “Wonder what else you can handle.” 

He suddenly lifts himself up on his powerful arms and tosses your legs apart. “Maybe this?” he teasingly asks before pressing a kiss against your overly-sensitive clit. You gasp at the feeling, your back arching. “Or this?” His tongue juts out to slowly swirl around your clit and along your pussy lips, his tongue making lewd, wet sounds in the process. 

You grip his hair, your body shaking at his evil work. “S-Shouta, please,” you whimper. “I’m sensitive!” 

Aizawa just chuckles, moving his lips away to allow his finger to stroke down your lips. “Thought you said you could handle it, kitty,” he softly growls from between your inner thighs. “Should we find out with a second round?” He peeks from between the V of your thighs, his dark eyes glinting with heated promises. 

Two rounds turns into about five. 

************ 

You awaken hours later to the blaring sound of police sirens outside your window. 

Your eyes peel open as soon as you hear the sound of them and your heart begins to beat in anticipation against your ribcage. You’re staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your bedroom, but you’re not alone. That you know for sure, and you welcome it. 

You turn to your right side, finding a sleeping and very naked Aizawa sleeping peacefully on his back. His broad chest, sinewy with hair, rises and falls with every calm inhale and exhale as he sleeps next to you. The sheets are low on his hips, giving you a peek of the well-defined and yummy V-neck that trails down to a place you could spend the rest of your life in. 

You twist around to stare at him, your eyes making note of each beautiful imperfection on his face and body–the small scar under his eye shaped like a moon crescent; the dark circles under his eyesockets that seem indented there; the messiness of his hair because he forgot to tie it up; the ghosts of bruises and scars surrounding his skin and during across his muscles from years of fighting. He is quite beautiful. And he is yours…at least for the time being. 

The police sirens get louder, causing your ears to perk up straight on your head at the blaring sound traveling through your open window. The spring air wafts through, causing the drapes to billow in the warm breeze. Slowly, you get out of bed, careful to not wake Aizawa, and tip-toe across the floor to your open window. You peek out of it to find the police car zooming by, its siren wailing in the quiet night. 

‘Follow them,’ your body tells you as it gravitates towards the window. ‘They could need you.’

Despite the fact that you’re completely naked, you know you could shift into cat form right now and pick up your hero gear before following the police car with the crime tracking app on your phone. The urge to do so is strong, filling your entire body with shivers. 

A soft sigh comes from your bed and you abruptly turn, your heart lurching into your throat. Aizawa is still asleep but is turned onto his side, his back to you. You can now see every ripple of his back muscles and the dip into his hips that you remember digging your nails into hours before. 

Your excitement for the hunt for crime is suddenly dampened by an astronomical amount of guilt. Here you are, ready to leave the same man you’ve been pining after for months when he’s finally in your bed, all for some ass-kicking. You’re not even a real hero! You have no license, no credentials, and no resume to prove your skills in fighting villains. The truth sinks in, leaving you feeling quite shitty. What are you thinking? 

‘The police are taking care of it,’ you think, trying to assure yourself that you’re not needed. ‘You don’t need to be out there tonight. You’re needed here.’ 

Before you could change your mind, you quickly leave your window and head back over to the bed. You climb back in and snuggle underneath the sheets, curling up against Aizawa’s bigger, stronger body. You softly sigh as your head lulls against his chest and you press a kiss to his collarbone. He feels so good. So safe. His body warmth feels like a constant to you, and it helps you fall back asleep. 

But even as you slowly fall back into your dreams, the sound of the police sirens in the distance brings with it a flare of guilt that eats you up inside. 

[warmcoals]

trans dunmeshi cast

(just the ones i like basically bc im lazy)

laius - trans girl who just has Not figured it out yet. everyone hates her bc they know she's trans but she doesnt (common pretrans ailment). above and beyond special interest as we all know. her fursona is a beautiful fluffy white doggirl knight but she still has no clue bc she's never thought about gender. will not wear a dress, unlike her sister...it's not cool!

marcille - used magic at a young age to alleviate her huge dysphoria. her transition is responsible for none of the problems in her life, which just makes her even angrier. creates new problems to compensate for this (non)issue. deep voice. only other trans girls can reach her. simp 🙄

chilchuck - only a couple years into his transition, not handling it yet. manlet complex, ran away from his wife, claims he's divorced but she still likes his selfies and he's trying to figure out how to apologize. always passes but is so defensive regardless. yes, he can suck his o—

senshi - this guys the best. he's like 10 (times dwarf multiplier) years on T, he figured his life out before you knew you were trans. you wish he was your dad, he sort of is now. doesnt know a single thing about pop culture. top tier chaser

farlyn - sickly airheaded genius girl. wore a dress once as a child and refused to ever wear anything else. tried the femboy thing for a bit, realized her aptitude for nature and magic, transitioned. has softballed the trans thing to laius but she's too dumb. clocked marcille frame 1 and set her heart on that disaster...it worked. could have overcome her mind control but being a dragon is so euphoria inducing and she wants to impress her gf...once again, working.

izutsumi - aggressive babytrans nb who is so pretty and everyone loves despite their bad attitude. literally a catgirl what is there to say it's all there in the text dude. has the mean lesbian x girl tuxedo cat bond with marcille

kabru - extremely nb, sexy and beyond gender and being so annoying about it to their social advantage. has a new flirty answer every time someone asks the gender question. cycles thru presentations, is rly fond of the cropped hair. famous for hatching eggs, absolutely does not want to hatch laius' but here we are. one weakness: feminine angy helpless mages

misurn - agender, responds to all pronouns. he literally forgot that was a thing. used to wear extremely pretty feminine garb, to the delight and dismay of her loyal simps company... showed kabru old photos, caused critical psychic damage. secretly experiences just a tiny bit of euphoria when kabru refers w it/its. "why does kabru call you babygirl"

thistle - transitioned before this world even came into being and is making it everyones problem. was born, molded in the discourse, cant turn it off for even a second. their arguments are fully nonsensical but their destructive power is unparalleled. block them.

[meowww-ffxiv]

Meowdred wasn't an actual member of the Arcanists' Guild.

He "joined" them on the basis of a side gig honestly, some time during ARR. He wasn't even supposed to be a combat person. Meowdred saw the absolute state of customs officers' tomes and said he'd be there on the third and fourth day of every week to repair them for a low price.

But he was shit at keeping up the cranky old man facade because he was a cat, so he started talking to students. And somehow it came out that Meowdred knew arcanima.

And the guildsmaster stand-in was like !!! We're shorthanded! Can you help us with some things? Y/Y

Meowdred tried to scare her off with a commission fee but she said, "Deal", so he got saddled with that catgirl and did the 1-30 arcanist quests in a span of 2 weeks.

Not that it was bad. K'lyhia had been on Meowdred's Starlight list since then and he always visited her with small gifts whenever he was in town. But lol. Meowdred didn't want to be there at first.

After this, Y'shtola referred him to her sister, Y'mhitra. And that was how his summoning thing started.

Well. It started like this.

Meowdred, doing the black mage quests: I dunno, I might be arrested soon.

Y'shtola: Have you considered not studying black magic?

Meowdred: No.

Y'shtola: I see. I can respect that. Nevertheless, I suggest that you leave Ul'dah for a time. My sister in Gridania does have a request to meet you.

And then because Meowdred was out in Gridania making trouble like hunting down that voidsent obsessed goldsmith and rooting around Haukke Manor, they suspected him for black magic there.

This was why that catboy cop showed up to bother Lalai in the black mage level 50+ quests.

Lalai bonking Meowdred repeatedly with a rolled up map: What! Did! I! TELL YOOOOU.

Meowdred: From the bottom of my heart. My bad.

[redscharacters]

Raiyūna Skirt - WIP

Name: Raiyūna Skirt - Japanese for Brave Lightning!

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Height: 6'0

Sexuality: Femsexual - (Girls, Futas, Femboys, Trans! Just fem fem fem.)

Body Type: Tall, slender, and chesty. Long beautiful golden locks flow down to her shoulders like fire caught in a setting sun. Has a flat, but firm rump. Easily fills even a quadruple D, so sometimes her tits get in her own way but hey- that's part of their charm. Kinks: Bodypaint, Height-Play, Breast Envy / Worship, Futas and Femboys, Catgirls or those who act "Feline". Plenty plenty more that I can't think of.

Basic Traits: Raiyūna, or just Ray for short- is known as brilliant spark of joy who's always getting into trouble! Will follow her friends into the ends of the world. However, she has a tendency to have anti-authoritative ideas and generally is wanted for arrest for small time crimes. Athletic as hell, and capable of tinkering with wonder-tech to fit her needs.

Misc: For Roleplay in the ASYNC Universe! https://async.crd.co/ A Darling Red roleplaying world! Or whatever other ideas you may have! c: I'm easy going.

Writing Prompt:

The young blonde woman's gaze lingered on the cans of eccentric spray paint, her gloved fingers impatiently tapping on the bottom of the desk along to the rhythm of the old stereo playing in the other room. There was an electric energy about her as she held her breath, today, was going to be the day that she broke into the university to find the project that she had been working on for months now. She had followed the trail of clues and breadcrumbs she had discovered, from one end of the university to another.

It was a treasure trove, in terms of valuable materials, of which the girl could only dream. A new kind of paint that popped brighter and more eccentrically than any other. A kind that could -move- in place like magic from fairy tales. Was paint an odd thing to risk getting thrown in the slammer for? Yes, but the substance was rare and auctioned off in limited supply to the filthy rich on Royal Road. The common people of Ikostien would never get the chance to see such glamor, never in their lives! They were the 99%. She was the 99%. But, she knew exactly how to change it.

The city of Ikostien was not exactly the center of the world, but it was by no means small either, and so she had plenty of time to do what she needed to do.

She pulled up the mask of her goggles and threw back her hood, revealing a head of long, blonde, slightly curly hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was slender and toned with an hourglass shape hidden within the sweat of her tanktop, and while the pants she wore were fairly baggy, the tightness of the tank top she wore gave her ample cleavage exposing and a nice push-up effect that only added to her already ample bust.

Her eyes were large, almond-shaped, and a deep blue that had seemed to have a slight shimmer to it ever since she had turned sixteen and begun experimenting with all sorts of cosmetic sprays that had begun to change her skin.

"Today is the day..." She murmured, her eyes narrowing as her heart raced. In exactly 30 minutes from now Blue Rhombus university would hold their annual newcomer assembly. The halls will be empty- even the security staff should be stretched thin, all she needed was a little push for courage. "Piece of cake."

And then she was off like a rocket! Leaping from the church's steeple she let out out an excited yell as the world came crashing down into her, trapped in freefall with the wind carrying her golden locks of hair as if it were a blazing inferno! Just before she hit the ground she clicked the curve of her wrist together, activating the stolen wonder-tech she had nicked from another university as year prior, and, in defiance to all known laws of gravity she took off once more, soaring through the air upward as fast as she had been falling down.

[rainytomorrows]

Security breach | head canons pt 2 (crush edition)

What I head canon the characters would do if they had a crush on you. Lets get into it, enjoy! ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Freddy -So sweet oh my god -He probably takes notes tbh. Like your favorite pizza and all that -If Gregory isn't in his chest cavity there's a first aid kit or a gift in there. Literally always prepared to help -Idk I just see him as like- COMMITTED. Some may say its a bit much but he just wants you to be in absolute bliss and safety around him -Once he gave you a band aid with his face on it and you were silent, he never did it again. (I'm assuming it was a "oh that's cute" silence but its up to interpretation) -Gave you a little top hat to match him once it was adorable -When he finds lost coins he puts them together and gives them to you so you guys can play arcade games together

Monty -He doesn't know whether to be sweet or bully you -"He's a tsundere" I can't see it he seems so blunt -If he doesn't admit his crush quickly he just openly teases you all the time -Once he literally went through the trouble to pretend to be missing so he could (gently) tackle you from behind (The others knew it was fake but he asked them to go with his plan) -You know when a dog jumps on you because they're excited? He told you that's what you look like when you run up to hug him. Makes fun of you but makes sure you know its all with loving intent -Made you wear cat ears once (my oc is a catgirl so if that's your case too just- you already had em) and you had to wear them on stage to introduce them, Monty would NOT stop patting your head and all that. Don't let him know if you enjoy it he'll never let it go. Ever. -Definitely flexes his strength around you. Will randomly pick you up just for shits and giggles

Roxy -Also bullies you with love and flexes her strength -I just feel like her and Monty are really similar -She won't admit she likes you half as easy though, if you mention it she'll get all flustered and deny it and make a bunch of half assed misdirects -"NO! YOU DO!" half of me is pained to head canon that she isn't just super tough super strong always confident woman but, come on look at her. -Gives you gifts when you aren't looking but also puts her name on it and makes sure you know SHE gave it to you and no one else -Sleepovers. She tries to be nonchalant about it but she really wants to "not cuddle" with you.

Chica -Takes time to make healthy recipes that taste like your favorite foods so you can eat them all the time no worries at all (like less stomach aches and cavities) -Makes you pizza so often you could live on it -SO SWEET OH MY GOD hypes you up so so often -Will literally spend hours complimenting you if need be -Will run little fashion shows with you after hours. Like she'll give you outfits to try on (ones that you like) -Like each outfit you go on the lifting stage and walk down, doesn't matter who of the gang attends she will clap and compliment you each and every time -Applies makeup on you if you want it and you'll look so nice with it

Sun/Moon -So many arts and crafts -Sun makes sure he gets your favorite color of everything. whether it be glitter glue or construction paper so on -Draws pictures for you all the time. Like all the time he'll come up to you and show you a picture of him and you hanging out together. (both of them) -Makes the best napping spots. If you're someone that struggles with sleep they make like "nests" and really good beds so you can sleep well, or at least rest.

Vanny -Literally insane I'm sorry -I don't have much to say she's just bat shit crazy -Watches you on the cameras probably -Will give you secret gifts as well but way creepier -I'm sorry if you like Vanny she's just- REALLY crazy

(BONUS) Map bots -Draws cute pictures on your maps -Might cut your maps into cute heart shapes or stars etc -Makes you hats and stuff out of maps

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Hope you enjoyed! Head canons beloved <3

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyo friend!! If you still have slots open you know I gotta officially indulge in my newfound love for Fire Force! I'd love to see either lee Shinra or lee Viktor (I recently learned I'd been spelling his name wrong, whoops)! Either one would honestly be amazing; I ended up loving both of them pretty much equally by the end! I can't wait to see what you come up with! Welcome back! ^^

Heyo friend! (I’m writing both arekdakrearkejk I can’t resist- so this is the first of two requests!) This is such perfect timing I'm not even gonna lie- the desire to write for lee!Viktor was strong! :3 I hope you like it!

“We know what you’re hiding Viktor. Tell us, now.” Shinra’s voice was laced with unreadable coldness, eyes narrowing as he slowly approached the nervous scientist.

Viktor felt his heart drop into his stomach, hands twitching as he slowly backed up in his wheely chair. “W-What? What are you talking about? I’ve already told you everything I know-”

“Silence villain!” Arthur cut him off, making him jump. “Don’t try to deceive the Knight King and His Devilous comrad!” beside them, Tamaki shot him a look, lightly wacking his arm with the back of her hand. “Erm…villain may have been a tad too strong of a word. My apologies.”

Still, Viktor felt his pulse race with anxiety, trying to think of everything he never told them. Did they find out about his research? What about his connections with Joker? Oh…oh god- was it that they still didn’t trust him because of his former ties to Hajima? He knew that would be an uphill climb to gain trust with that but still-

“Viktor…tell us now, where’s the ramen?”

……huh?

“The super special limited edition spicy ramen you always have for lunch!” Tamaki cried, cheeks puffing with determination. “We wanted to try some, but it’s nowhere to be found!”

“Tell us, old wizard, or we’ll be forced to perform interrogation!” Arthur declared, earning an eye roll from his friends. Well- it was better than “villain”.

“The spicy….what now?” Viktor was at a loss. He hadn’t realized they’d been paying attention to his eating habits. The fact was, he had no idea where the ramen cups came from. A bag of them would always be found on his desk back at his apartment with a note saying “Eat”, the only indication Joker had stopped by.

Of course, he couldn’t exactly say that to these three.

“I…erm, forgot.” Viktor offered, backing up when the three closed in, determined eyed and scary.

“Forgot, or won't tell us?” Shinra questioned.

“Spill the beans, Viktor.” Tamaki glowered.

“Or we’ll torture you!” Arthur finished.

“I….I don’t know! I swear- I just found them in my apartment-Whoa!” There was a scuffle and a crash. Before long, Shinra was sitting on him, his back pinned to the ground and eyes wide as Arthur and Tamaki got into position. “Wait! Shinra, Arthur, Tamaki! Let’s talk about this!”

“The time for talk is over!” Shinra declared, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. “Prepare for Hero Shinra’s ultimate attack! Ready, guys?”

“Shinra- Shinra waiahahhahahahahahhahahait!” Viktor jerked with a yelp, twisting to and from, giggling helplessly beneath the self proclaimed hero. Shinra’s fingers danced along his ribs, tapping away at the bones and bringing out the nerdiest of giggles. “Hohohooohohohld ohohohoohohohon! Dohohohohonh’t! Ihihihiihihihm tihihiihihihicklish!”

“Oh, are you?” Shinra teased, delighted by the reaction he got. “Are you ticklish, hm? Is the great scientist Viktor ticklish? How about here? What about there?” He teased. He looked up at his companions, nodding. “Come on, tickle him!”

“Shihihihihiihihihn-ahahhhahahaha! Tahahahahhamakihihihihi!” The scientist all but squealed when the catgirl attacked, her knees gently pinning his hands above his head and her delicate nails tracing his ears and collarbone.

“Hm? What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” She gave his scalpe a quick ruffle, making him squeak. “I’ve never met someone with a ticklish scalp before! We should get one of those weird massage things to try!”

“Nohohohohohoho! Nohohohohohoho mahahhahahahsahhahhhahahge thihihihihihihngs! Gahhahahahahhaha Shihihihihihinra plehahhahahahhahahse!” Viktor cackled, feeling the other drill into his hips.

“Hm…nah! I like seeing you laugh!” Shinra grinned.

Behind him, Arthur sat on Viktor’s calves, debating on his plan of attack. “The old wizard is resistant. So it be, I shall get our answers!” He tossed away Viktor’s worn sneakers, fingers scribbling into the socked soles. “Take this! And this!” His other hand squeezed along Viktor’s knee, making the older man shriek.

“GUHUHUHUUHUHUHUHUHUHYS WHAHAHAHAHAHHAIT!” Viktor’s cheeks were redder than wine, his usually cooky smile wide and bright with mirth. All his squirming tossed his fluffy hair into his eyes, nearly blinding him through the mirthful tears. “OHOHOOHOHKAY! OHOOHOHOHKAY I GIHIHIHIIHIVE!”

Instantly the trio stopped, eyes bright with mischief as they watched Viktor catch his breath. “I’d knew you see it our way!” Tamaki teased, reaching out and gently brushing Viktor’s bangs out of his eyes.

“Yeah! So…” Shinra waited until the other was mostly composed. “Where’d you get the ramen?”

“Heh…hehe…I seehee you won't let this go…” Viktor smiled with a huff of laughter. “Fihine. I get it from a friend. I don’t know where he gets it, but he always brings me some whenever he drops by.” He closed his eyes as he took in a steady breath. “So there’s…the answer.”

“That’s it? Ahh!” Tamaki groaned lightly, pouting. Shinra laughed and scratched his neck.

“So the origin shall never be known. Pity.” Arthur sighed dramatically. “Sorry for the interrogation.”

“It’s fine…” Seeing their pouting faces, Viktor held up his hands. “Okay, tell you what? I have too much of it anyway. I’ll bring a few tomorrow so you guys can try some.” The three’s eyes lit up, pouts replaced with bright smiles immediately.

“Really? Thanks Viktor!”

“You're the greatest, old wizard!”

“Don’t call him that- but thank you Viktor!”

The scientist just shook his head as the three got off him, helping him to his feet before running off to do who knows what.

He really did like being here at Company 8.

I hope this was good!

[elareine]

Reverse robins idea. Jason doesnt become a Robin. The bats dont even find him before the cat herself. Selena is still on and off with Bruce at this point. Damian as noticed the little kitten running around and decides the kitten need a more responsible adult than his father and the cat. Cue thugs being terrified of the shadow that follows the little kitten around.

Thank you for this adorable prompt <3 Sorry it took me so long to finish. 

“Uh. Dami? What’re you doing?”

Those were—a lot of throwing knives. Like, actual knives, not Bat-themed at all.

Damian didn’t look up. “Sharpening my weapons.”

They looked plenty sharp to Dick, but Damian was a fussy old maid like his father. Their father. He was still getting used to that one.

“You’re supposed to be in Metropolis,” Dick pointed out.

Damian scowled. Dick didn’t take it personally. He liked his oldest brother. Dami glared a lot and yelled at Bruce when he was mean, and he never told Dick that he should stop seeking revenge for what happened to his parents. “Change of plans.”

“Can I come?”

“You’re heading out with Father tonight,” Damian pointed out. “And anyway, no.”

“What’re you doing? Is it a date?” Full disclosure: Dick wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘date’ was. He just knew that everyone blushed when he asked the question and that Bruce, according to Alfred, never got any.

Damian, however, just shook his head. “No. It’s a mission.”

Dick tilted his head to the side. “I don’t believe you.”

“That does not matter. It is the truth either way.”

Bullshit. Damian was sharpening his weapons, okay, but there was no mission for him in Gotham tonight. Bruce had told Dick so when he mentioned that all that would be happening tonight was a Catwoman heist, so he would pick Dick up after.  

(Dick had a sneaking suspicion that for Bruce, ‘heist’ and ‘date’ meant the same thing.)

Nooo, Damian was up to something. Something important—or embarrassing—enough that he would lie to his cute little brother about it.

Just wait until he told Babs about this! She was always going on about “Steph did this” and “Cass did that,” and now, finally, Dick had a juicy mystery to distract her. Hehe. This was going to be fun.

—

Selina would never understand Bats. If you’d asked her twenty years ago if she could see Bruce adopting a gaggle of orphans, she’d have laughed but agreed—if the kids were all alone in the world or in a situation that reminded Bruce of his own.

Like, the first kid—okay. That was his son. From the daughter of an immortal cult leader, Selina later found. Weird enough. Then the second just showed up because… the city needed him? And he was right? And then another assassin kid, this time a daughter.  

Really, only Dick fitted the pattern she’s envisioned for Bruce. Which was ironic, because, by that time, she’d taken in her own boy (the first after two Catgirls), who fit the pattern much better.

Of course, their child-rearing methods showed some marked differences. Selina thought it was for the better, really. Jay needed to be trusted, given responsibility, to determine his own fate. She let him run his own missions, treated him as an almost-equal when they went out together, didn’t comment on how he sometimes didn’t seem focused on the target so much as on the corrupt people owning it. Jay was thriving.

When his shadow showed up, Selina had expected him to be angry, the way he was whenever B mentioned a concept like ‘bedtime’ or Selina tried to protect him. But he’d lit up like there was nothing more comforting than a six-foot-four shadow following you around, glaring at criminals and innocents alike.

Selina, in her heart of hearts, did not like Damian. She didn’t fault him for his flaws, but it was hard to like someone who called you a harlot under his breath a million times.

Jay, though, adored him. Like, hung-onto-his-few-words, begged-to-buy-a-sword adored him. They even went out on patrol together sometimes. So Selina… let them. Taught Jay more restraining holds and knock-out moves than she had the others because he was a gifted thief already, but that was clearly not all that would be on his path.

And, hey. Usually, she and Bruce had to put their… thing on hold when they were responsible for pre-teens. If these ones took care of themselves, she wasn’t going to complain.

—

“Dames,” Jon greeted him cheerfully, “what’re you up to? Gonna join me tonight?”

“I can’t.”

At twenty-seven, Jon was way too old to pout. He still did. “Aww, why not? Important mission?”

“Not precisely.” There was shuffling on the other end of the line. “I… Catwoman is planning a two-person heist tonight. Batman has intentions of preventing it.”

Jon instantly forgave him. He looooved seeing this side of his partner. Damian rarely let himself be openly soft about anyone but his family, pets, and team, and even that was kept incredibly guarded.

(He often considered that Damian would have benefited from being a younger sibling. Being the first to come live with Bruce had been a steep learning curve for the man. Too steep.)

Didn’t mean Jon wouldn’t tease Damian about it. “So two adults are not supervision enough for the kid?”

“You know it isn’t,” Damian growled. “Father and that woman might do a passable job separately, but not together.”  

“What, are they fucking again?”

“Jon!”

Jon laughed. “C’mon, you caught them often enough to know it’s happening.”

“I’m not listening.” Damian immediately proved himself a liar by adding: “This is a dangerous area. They should know better.”

“Good thing you’re there, then.”

“I am sorry, though.” Damian’s voice softened. Jon once again marveled at how far he’d come. The teenager he’d befriended back then would never have such a thing. “Rain check?”

“I could join you, instead,” he offered, just to hear Damian sputter: “What—no! Your colors are visible a mile away!”

“Awww, don’t be like that!”

He decided then and there to keep an ear out for the kid when Damian wasn’t there. Just in case Jason wanted to sneak away to find his birth mother in a foreign country or some other stupid dramatic Gotham shit.

After hearing what had happened to Damian years ago, Jon had already made it his mission to protect the Robins, whether they wanted it or not. There wouldn’t be any more dead ones on his watch. It wouldn’t hurt to add a kitten to the list.

—

Jason had it handled. Really, he had. One of the goons had just taken a bit longer to go down, that was all. The knife had been totally unnecessary.

It took him another three minutes to do anything about that—two of the security guards were still standing, and they were pissed. Jason pushed one down the hallway, choked the other, and then clocked the first so hard he went down.

Then he turned around and searched for the darkest shadow. “I had that.”

Nothing moved.

“…it was a pretty good throw.” Maybe Jason should rethink his stance on throwing sharp shit at people, after all. He still maintained that a gun would be cleaner and more straightforward. Maybe Selina (and Damian) were right though about the value of silence. Their fight hadn’t alerted anyone.

At that, the thrower finally emerged from the shadows, cape dramatically outlining his figure. Jason rolled his eyes. What was it with Bats and dramatic costumes? Selina had made him swear that no matter how much he hung out with them, he wouldn’t ever wear one of the stupid things, and that was one promise that had been very easy to give.

“I have an observational task at the Bowery in two hours and could benefit from a second pair of eyes,” Damian said stiffly. “And your knowledge of the area, of course.”

Oh, awesome. Jason loved working in his old neighborhood. Made him feel useful, like he was doing something. “Can it wait an hour? Only, I’m kinda busy here, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Of course.” Was that a smile under the mask? “I will be waiting.”

Jason gave him a thumbs-up, though he made sure to call: “Don’t barge in again!” while running off. Selina would be waiting.

Jason had had a mother. Still had, really, death didn’t change that. Selina had told him she didn’t want to replace her, which was good cause she couldn’t. As for fathers—Nah. Jason had had enough of those for a lifetime; thank you, Bruce, you can fuck off.

But a big brother? That was new.

He liked it.

[veiledsilver]

Top five moments you've felt like the universe was messing with you.

Oh boy everyone get ready this is a long list. In descending order, from mildly funny looking back on it to "oh god oh shit oh fuck":

5. Catfishing: College Edition

In 6th grade, I decided to apply to colleges early to see how they were like. I was scared that if they knew I was too young, they'd arrest me. So I created a gmail account as my persona, a white 12th grader named Emilie Alexander. Emilie was planning to go into nursing, dating a high school linebacker named Kyle Kenderson, and deathly allergic to bee stings. If she even came near a bee, she would die.

This part was of the utmost importance.

See, I was constantly paranoid that one day, the jig would be up- I might forget that my fake last name was Alexander. Or the college dean might come knocking at my door and tear up my home in his mad search for Emilie. If that happened I would fake her tragic death, presumably caused by one big fucking bee.

I secretly collected my information. What nearby states were the prettiest to visit. Which colleges were the safest and most affordable. How often they held courses that I liked. In my emails with colleges I tried to sound as mature and professional as possible.

Then, one day, a college member asked me what high school I was in, so they could check my records.

My blood froze.

It was time to bring out the bee.

In response to their question, I sent an email that was like this:

"Dear Mr. McLaughlin, I was a proud graduate of- ugh! Ah! Kyaaaa! Uwaa! W-w-what's this... huge goddamn bee doing here?! Eek, pardon my foul language! It's just that, as I told you earlier, being stung by a bee would kill me.... and now it's stung me thrice (three times)!!

What do I do?! I can't die... I've always wanted to attend your beautiful college...

But this is... the end...

Mr. McLaughlin...

*looks at you sadly*

Tell... my mother... I loved her...

*dies*"

He never responded, probably because he was rendered speechless, but I never touched that account again.

My private gmail for fun stuff like tumblr still has "Alexander" as a surname, though.

4. Wild and Authentic

Alright. Alright. So. My art teacher in middle school.

Right off the bat, they endeared themselves to the tumblr art kids- they proudly used they/them pronouns, dyed their hair vibrant colors, deeply encouraged OC creation, and was chill with any art style even if it was anime. Mx. Mason was very cool, except for one thing.

We had complete artistic freedom when it came to their assignments, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING.

Drumroll, please.

Take a deep breath if you must.

Ready?

...

Cats had to have extremely distinct whisker pores.

YES, they believed that modern depictions of cats were too streamlined. Too... idealized. As a cat owner themselves, they were convinced that society's vision of cats did not do their feral feline ancestors justice. In making their faces flawlessly smooth-furred, we were stripping the cat of its true nature.

I found this out the hard way, when I was drawing warrior cats fanart for class (it was of Firestar cuddled in the arms of an orange haired anime catgirl who was his reincarnation in my first ever comic series, Warriors Neko Desu! ♡ Heart Academy Dokidoki).

Mx. Mason came over to look at my magnum opus, and I expected them to have their socks knocked off at my artistic talent. They lifted up my drawing for all to see, and I smugly leaned back in my seat.

Only for them to launch into a passionate lecture about how, in neglecting to draw whisker pores on cats, I was DENYING THIS FICTIONAL CAT OF ITS WILD AUTHENTIC SELF.

My friends absolutely lost it when I told them this story, and there was a period of time when all our discord nicknames were wild and authentic too.

As for Firestar and his counterpart Hoshineko Orenji-chan, I never did give them wild authentic whisker holes, but that's to be expected of a kittypet, I guess.

3. Stan Jungkook Or Whatever

A couple years ago, my family and I flew to Seoul, South Korea, to visit our relatives and teach me more about my heritage. It was very nice! I got to visit shrines and festivals and palaces, and I was in awe that this was what my ancestors had once seen in their daily lives.

Then, when we went to the modern side of Korea, I realized just how much I didn't fit in.

It was clear that I didn't know how to act, or how to speak Korean, and I spent my days fumbling around and getting scammed multiple times by salesmen. But I clowned myself the most... during an interactive event with kpop stars.

They had this experimental event where holograms of the boys would sing onstage and dance in place of the actual idols. Before the show began, girls could stand in booths that scanned their appearances, and holograms of THEM could dance onstage with the hologram boys.

I didn't know this.

When Cousin Ae-cha told me to step inside one of the machines, I thought I'd be hilarious and stand backwards, so it would scan the back of me instead of my front. As I walked out, I saw other girls putting on their best makeup, cutest clothes, and most expensive accessories, and I slowly realized that I was in danger.

But the danger didn't come until halfway through the concert, where the boys looked eagerly off-stage and a holy staircase appeared and all the hologram girls descended from heaven. There were cherry blossoms. There were roses. There was me, among the crowd of beautiful airbrushed girls, walking backwards.

I felt the judgemental gazes of twenty girls and their mothers.

Each boy danced with a girl, who got a cute animated moment with special effects, and sang about how they found a dream girl to have a true love romance with. Finally, all the girls vanished except one, and it was me.

One of the boys didn't dance with any girls, and now he was all alone in the rain, feeling dejected that HE did not find his true love girl to have a dream romance with. Then the rain stopped, the sun came out, and I emerged. Still backwards.

He was thrilled and sang about how my face (that he didn't see) stole his heart, and now everyone in the audience was giggling, and he slowly brought me very close to kiss me... but because I was backwards, his nose was cutely nuzzling my hair.

The audience members- at least the adults- were now laughing their asses off. His lips met the back of my head, and together we vanished into the wind.

I'd say I couldn't show my face there ever again, but I never did show my face, so... hm...

2. Horrid Little Temptress

If I wasn't a minor, I'd need a drink before starting this story. Sadly, I cannot drown my sorrows- and neither should you after you hear this, because it's only fair.

Mrs. Appleby was my Spanish teacher in like, 9th grade. Even the wild and authentic art teacher thought she was insane. Appleby forced kids to brew tea for her and yelled at them when they didn't get it right, and I thought she had a chronic squint until I realised she just did that to mock me and my Asian eye-folds. She forced us to watch Dora the Explorer to "absorb knowledge." Everyone fucking hated Mrs. Appleby.

But the worst thing she ever did... was during the school festival.

See, whenever she's angry, she zooms right into kids' faces to scream at them. Her wrinkled flesh would blot out the goddamn sun and all you see are her bloodshot yellow eyeballs so victims just stayed rooted to the spot like cornered animals or something similar. This is important.

Because when she was sampling her own brownies (read: hoarding them so no one else could eat them), one parent foolishly decided to grab one and she thought it was a student and she grabbed his wrist so hard she could've nearly snapped it and... and... zoomed into his face.

Except she underestimated his height and kissed him by accident, but it was more like her mouth was sucking in his face like a vacuum.

His wife was shrieking like an ape. His kid, my classmate, saw his social life flash before his eyes.

In her defense, she did not mouth to mouth with him on purpose and afterwards she cried in the bathroom and when I foolishly followed her in to comfort her, because I am a teacher's pet through and through, she snatched the paper towels I got for her and wailed that she was a-

A-

HORRID LITTLE TEMPTRESS.

If I had decided to not be kind, I never would've heard that string of fucking words. But I did. And I paid for it dearly. The end.

1. Violence IS The Answer, Sometimes

Thomas, my dearly detested.

Back in sixth grade, I used to have a crush on him because he had the surfer boy look with nicely tanned skin and pale blond hair and the clearest aquamarine eyes I've ever seen. He also liked surfing and swimming. He seemed like the perfect little trophy waifu except for one absolute dealbreaker.

He and his parents were extremely conservative and so, when I told him I liked him, his response was basically "haha no you're a [slur] and would probably eat my dog."

I was horrified and ran away to cry. But then, by the next day, I decided I needed to punish him. Thomas walked in before class started and I was waiting for him with these hands. I kicked him so he doubled over, slammed his face into his chair's seat, and quickly clambered on top of him to SIT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He started shaking and twitching and trying to pry me off, but eventually he went limp and stopped moving.

I thought he fell asleep, but Mohammed, another classmate who was bullied by Thomas, told me that Thomas might never wake up again (not that he was very sad about this. I didn't know until later, but Thomas said slurs at him too).

While I was sitting on the guy, he'd straight up passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Screaming and crying, I told our homeroom teacher that Thomas suddenly fainted, and she was the type of Caucasian that thought all little Asian kids were sweet and innocent, so it didn't even cross her mind that? It might've been me? Who sat on his head when she walked in?

He was sent home early that day. I had to go to a different school next year because Thomas's mom threatened legal action. The only reason I didn't get punished further was because my rich cousins out-Karen'd her and donated a huge amount of money to the school to keep them quiet.

Anyway, I never did anything that insane ever again, because something like that is enough for a lifetime. My cousins made it clear they would never back me up again. I was sure this whole event would be put behind me, too.

But last fall, during my first day of online learning... who did I see in my zoom meeting... BUT THOMAS! I had my mic and camera off, but the moment he saw my name, his face went pale. His soul would've left his body, but then it would've gone to hell, so it wisely decided to stay inside.

Still, out of shame and embarrassment, I never turned my camera on for the rest of the school year.

[nukapind]

Could you maybe do like Dabi x cat girl y/n however you’d like

Cat and Mouse (Dabi x Reader)

This was interesting because I don’t think I’ve written for a cat reader??? Back in my wattpad days, that stuff was called neko lmao, but I think catgirl/catboy actually sounds better idk. Also I’m back from my break a lil early so I guess this fic could be a late Christmas present to y’all. Anyways, feel free to drop a request in the ask box. And, as always, this was crossposted to my AO3.

___

The hiss you let out didn’t seem to deter Dabi at all, seeing as he ignored it and made himself right at home on the barstool next to you. The smirk on his face only enforced the fact that he’d done it on purpose, despite your warnings.

But then again, Dabi always did what he wanted.

Your ears twitched slightly at every move he made, rolling the beer glass in his hands slowly— his eyes glancing over at the twitching of your ears with a smug sheen in them. It was so damn annoying whenever he was like this, he delighted in being a nuisance sometimes.

Your reactions were everything he wanted though, every move he made had purpose and thought. Your little hisses and twitches were what he craved, knowing that you had enough interest in him to watch him this intently? It made him wonder just how far he could push you, after all, every little reaction you showed exactly how much power he had over you. 

“So Kitty, did you hear about the new job?” He kept his voice uninterested, but he was all too ready for this. Once your tail whipped back and forth and pupils narrowed at him, he knew that he was in for a treat.

“I’m not your kitty.” It was a simple protest as you toyed with your glass of water slightly, pushing it across the counter. That sleazy smile found its way back up to his face, you made it too easy. “Didn’t say you were mine, want to be my kitten?” His voice rasped— judging by the way your tail stilled, you may have wanted just that.

“I’m with Toga for the mission, I have to grab a badge off the security guard for us to get in.” You glossed over his question, trying not to give any indication of your own thoughts, definitely not wanting to give away how nice you thought his voice sounded as he’d purr into your ear— Dabi would have a field day if you showed any desire towards him and you didn’t quite feel like melting into a puddle of embarrassment today.

He clicked his tongue at that, obviously dissatisfied with your response, but nevertheless took a swig of his beer instead. Your eyes momentarily locked on his lips wrapping around the glass rim before darting back down to your own glass. And yet, he still seemed to catch it— holding back a snort at your behavior. It was so easy for him at this point, apparently you didn’t carry as much of your feline stealth when it came to him. Amusing as it was, he always enjoyed all of these little discussions with you— this game of cat and mouse was always fun to him— seeing just how far he could push you without saying a single word. Hell, he hadn’t even been trying anything and yet you were still after him like a flustered girl trying to hide that she was in love.

But playing cat and mouse was getting boring, he wanted to have you. Some days, having a little bit of light in this shitty lifestyle would be nice. He’d see that light the most around you: teeth bared and claws ready to attack. Fighting by your side was the highlight of missions: seeing you next to him, knowing you’d have his back against these heroes? It was something out of a twisted fairytale.

“Just say that you want me Kitten, and you’ll have me a lot sooner.” Your indignant sputters meant nothing to his ears, the darkening of your cheeks and avoidance of his gaze were what mattered to him. 

“I don’t want you at all Dabi.” That had to be the worst lie that had ever come out of your mouth, it would have almost stung if there’d been any bite to it— but Dabi just grinned instead, you were such a terrible liar. With his beer in his hand, he stood up, leaning close to your ear. 

“You sure about that Kitty Girl?” Hot breath tickled your ear, nearly jolting you out of your seat. Shudders ran down your spine and your tail was practically quivering. Hands fumbled with your glass and you bit your lip.

He had to know what he was doing, your chest felt like it was about to burst, heart hammering in your chest loudly— hell, maybe he could even hear it, he was certainly close enough. Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “I said ‘m not your kitty.” Teeth teasingly nipped at your ear, making you jolt in your seat.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly into place. “You sure about that Kitty Girl? You’re fucking purring, I don’t think any of that scum out there can make you like this: like I do.” The soft rumbling in your chest quickly ceased as soon as he’d pointed it out— hopefully he wouldn’t notice the warmth that sprung to your face. And unfortunately, he was right. Spinner, Compress, and Shigaraki sure as hell didn’t make you react like this— never had anyone made you like this before Dabi sauntered into your life.

His hand dipped to your hip, slowly making its way to play with your tail. “So let’s talk, Kitten. Use your words and I’ll give you what you want.” Your chest nearly rumbled with another purr once more as his fingertips lightly stroked the soft fur. Biting your tongue, you shook your head adamantly— you’d earned a cynical chuckle from him.

“Then how about I guess, Doll? I think you actually want to be my kitten.” The hand playing with your tail dragged its way back up, now tracing along your throat lightly. “And I think you want a cute little collar to let the whole fucking world know that you’re mine. Is that it?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded slowly and could practically feel his smirk.

“Well then Kitty, I think you’ve been playing for way too long. You have a lot to make up for now.” The room was stifling, and once again you nodded— it’d be a death wish to do anything else. You really were in for it now.

But by god, you were glad this game of cat and mouse was ending.

Masterlist

[whumprincess]

Dark Timeline: Burnt Sugar

Word Count: 2361 words

CW: Lady/Female Whumpee, Catgirl Whumpee, Cruel Whumper, Fantasy Whump, Dehumanization, Healing, Branding, Slapping, Swearing, Corrupted Friend, Reference to previous torture (declawing)

The moment Sugar’s hands were freed from her shackles, Eri’s fingers were already firmly wrapped around her frail wrist. 

“LET GO OF ME!” Her voice was shrill as she wildly tried to pull away from her captor, but it was to no avail. He was several feet taller than her, not to mention much stronger. There was a time when she could have bested him using her claws and magic, however even in his arrogance, the king knew this. All it took was for her to land one scratch on his pretty cheek during her capture for him to call for her declawing. After that an anti-magic collar was locked around her neck, effectively taking away her last form of defense. She felt weak, but she would be damned if she just let him do what he wanted!    

Eri’s gaze remained fixed ahead of him as he simply tightened his grasp and jerked the tabaxi along behind him. Each step he took lead them closer to a table on the other side of the dungeon. When he was close enough, he threw her onto the floor with an annoyed huff. He knew better than to under-estimate her agility and gingerly began securing straps around her wrists. This girl didn’t know what was good for her. If she just behaved he wouldn’t be pushed to such extreme measures. Even now, knowing resisting him was futile she continued to defy him. He wished she would use common sense and obey, but part of him knew that was optimistic. After all, even when they travelled together as adventurers, she always did act like a dumb animal.

“You bring this on yourself.” He stated coldly before standing up straight.

She clumsily failed to catch herself on her mutilated hands as she was tossed against the concrete. The impact aggravated her countless other injuries causing her to let out a sharp hiss. She attempted to scramble to her feet, but by then she was already fastened in place, forcing her to maintain her position on her knees.

“Fuck you, Eri-!” She was cut off by a harsh backhand.

“It’s been months and you still haven’t learned to call me Your Majesty.”

“Because that’s stupid!” Another slap on the same cheek and she could already feel the tender beginnings of a bruise.

“You haven’t learned your place…” He slowly started to make his way towards a nearby fireplace.

Her eyes widened when she noticed he wasn’t reaching for the fire poker, his usual weapon of choice.

“I’ve been too lenient with you.” His red eyes burned with malice as he held up a brand. “I’ve let you think you’re human for too long…” He set the rod down on the floor, ensuring the tip was resting in the flames, before making his way back over to the half-feline. “You really were always more like a pet…” He gave her long, snow-white hair a slow, deliberate stroke before crouching down and flicking the bell hanging off her collar, “…right down to always wearing bells all the time.”

“SHUT UP!” Her fangs snapped at Eri’s fingers, but he pulled away just in time. The other side of her face pricked as she sustained yet another smack.  

“Keep that up and I won’t let you speak at all.”

Sugar’s heart skipped a beat at the threat. For about the first month of her imprisonment she was forced to wear a gag to prevent her from spellcasting. As humiliating as her collar was, the day she received it was also the day she was permitted to speak freely again. Everything about this Eri was unfair! Back when they were in the same party, he might’ve been egotistical and pompous, but not cruel… never cruel!

“Come on Eri, this isn’t you!” She tried to appeal to her friend, but he was nowhere to be found as he turned his back to her.

“Of course it’s me!” He violently seized the prepared brand and stomped his way back to the pathetic girl. He held the scorching hot metal just above her right hand, delaying the agony. He couldn’t help but derive satisfaction from the way her entire body writhed to move away from him; the way she uselessly pulled back her wrists over and over again, serving nothing other than to make them raw and red against her restraints; the way her mismatched blue and grey eyes begged him for mercy without a hint of defiance. Yes, this was how it was meant to be, he was certain of it. He was superior to her in every way and if she was capable of this level of fear he could train her to never leave his side. “And this is you.”

A mangled screech escaped Sugar’s throat as her entire body began to convulse. The tears she had tried to hold back spilled onto her face, stinging her already sore cheeks. She was reduced to a wreck of incomprehensible sobs as she tried to withdraw her abused hand, only managing to burn a different area.

“Tsk, that won’t do.” Eri lifted the metal off her skin and leaned down to inspect the now imperfect feather design. “You’ve ruined it, what do you have to say for yourself?” He stared at her severely, but it was no use. She was too caught up in the pain to even hear him. “Inexcusable.” He exhaled before putting his hand on top of her burned one.

In an instant, there was a cool, soothing sensation washing over her singed skin. Her tears turned from ones of pain to those of relief as she opened her eyes to look at Eri. She gave him a small, hopeful smile; thankful that he returned to his senses.

“I said, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“H-Huh?”

“The brand, you ruined it.”

“I… W-what?” She looked down to her hand, noticing that the mark had vanished. “I-It’s…”

“Yes, I’ve removed it because you refused to stay still.”

“I- I don’t get it…”

Eri sighed before grabbing the brand again and bringing it back to the fireplace to reheat. “Of course you don’t, you stupid cat.” He tapped his boot impatiently, “You do realize it needs to be perfect, don’t you?”

She blinked in confusion before frantically shaking her head, “N-No! I-I don’t need it at all!”

“Of course you do!” he growled. “How else will you remember you’re my pet?”

“Eri, that’s crazy!”

Outraged by her continued insubordination, he hastily returned the reignited brand to her flesh. Her screams echoed throughout the chamber as he pressed the metal down firmer than before. Even amidst her struggling her hand was pinned to the table; he would not permit her to spoil his handiwork again. This time he was irritated with all her racket, she always had to make so much damn noise. There was no way she wasn’t over-reacting, of course she wanted to make him feel guilty for doing what’s necessary, when it should be her apologizing for making everything so difficult!

Recklessly he tossed aside the brand in order to appraise his results. He roughly grabbed her hand and turned it in all directions, “This one’s crooked!”

The explosion of heat that was reintroduced to her hand was worse than before as it was compounded with the crushing pressure of unrelenting iron. She choked on her own tears, unable to voice any of the pleading thoughts racing through her head. His careless fingers pulled her blistering skin in such a way she thought it might fall off. She could do nothing but howl for an unforgiving king and lost friend.

She knew better than to trust the comfort that soon followed this torment, but she tried to leverage her opportunity nonetheless. “P-please…” She whispered, not fully recovered yet, “N-no more…”

“It’s too late for that.” He sneered, already preparing to repeat the process. “I can’t trust you.”

“B-But you can!” She exclaimed, eager to try and convince him. “I-I want to help you! I want nothing more than-” She cut herself off… asking for her friend back would only make him angrier, but she knew he was in there somewhere! “Than for you to be okay!”

“I AM MORE THAN OKAY!” He bellowed, leaving the tool in the fire while he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Effortlessly, he wrenched her gaze upwards, “I am the King- your King! I have everything I have ever wanted! It’s you- you’re my problem!”

She couldn’t stop tears from forming as she stared at a face so contorted by rage, she could barely recognize it. “Then w-why…” She paused to find her voice. “Why do you keep me around?! It’s not worth it! Just let me go!”

“You’re right.” He unhanded her with a look of disgust before seizing the brand for a third time. He rotated it slowly in his grip. “You’re not worth it…”

Eri approached with a calculating precision that was somehow more terrifying than his unbridled ire. With each of his excruciatingly slow steps, she couldn’t help but try to pull her hands away. She hated the small whimpers that fell out of her mouth with each fraught attempt; the rough leather of her bonds only biting harder into her already aching wrists. By the time he was looming over her, she shut her eyes, forcing tears out as she anticipated pain. However, a deceptively gentle finger urged her chin upwards. Against, her better judgement, she listened to the persistent song of hope lulling her that she would see a familiar companion. She was filled with regret when the only thing glowing hotter than the metal in his hands was the wickedness in his eyes.

“…yet.” He took his time lowering the brand to the back of her hand, finding the way she squirmed both amusing and curious. As much as he enjoyed witnessing her show of fear, did he not make himself clear that the mark needed to be flawless? Something wasn’t getting through to her… That’s when he realized: if he were dealing with any intelligent person they would hold still, but that wasn’t the case with this poor creature. Abruptly changing his course of action, he held the metal up to her face, “Ruin this one and I’ll brand your cheek instead.”

The stern threat coupled with the overwhelming stench of iron made her nauseous and lightheaded. She reflexively pulled back to escape the heat wafting onto her already hot cheek and whined when it chased after her.  

“Understand?”

His condescending question made her want nothing more than to mess up this stupid design, so he would be wasting his precious kingly time. Her spite must’ve been apparent though, because before she knew it, she could feel her skin start to burn from the proximity of the brand.

“Understand?”  

Unable to contain her panic, she acknowledged him with a feverish, “M-mhm!” Eri was never one to back down on his word and this version of him wasn’t partial to providing mercy, as evident by her missing knuckles.

“Good.” He removed the weapon and reached out towards her with his free hand. Her flinching made him chuckle as he tenderly caressed the soft fur of her leopard ears. Letting his touch wander, he twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger. He was very much enjoying this moment of obedience; that was until he noticed her scowl. He gave a heavy sigh… still so much work to be done. “Now then, pet…” He firmly reminded the tabaxi of her place as he drew back, her strands of hair gracefully tumbling off him. “Hold still for your King.”

Sugar shot him a hateful glare as she tried to still her quivering hands. The healing he provided after the previous couple attempts made it possible for her to remain conscious, but her body remembered the impending anguish. She pushed down as hard as she could against the table, bracing for impact. Her frenzied heartbeat rang throughout her ears as the white-hot iron dangled above her awaiting flesh.

“Ready?”

“Fuck you, Eri.”

He brought down the brand with the entirety of his wrath and she wailed with the entirety of her grief. Her stomach churned from the weight of it all as a rush of wooziness promised to take away the scalding pain. Noticing her skin pale the king viciously pulled at her tresses.

“Your Majesty.”

Sugar could only respond with despairing cries as her eyelids fluttered open.

“Say it.”

The hellfire searing deep into her skin urged her to speak. It dragged those revolting words from the bottom of her strained throat to the tip of her tongue. Among her weeping she hoarsely begged, “Y-Your M-majesty…”

“Louder!”

The bones in her hands began to crack as he applied more force with his demand. “YOUR MAJESTY!” Her desperation filled the room as she looked up at him with flooded eyes.

“Better.” He haphazardly threw aside the brand while roughly releasing his hold on her hair. He leaned down to examine his latest work, but her persistent trembling was interfering. “I told you to hold still.”

Sugar gasped for breath through her uncontrollable sobbing. She tried with every ounce of her power to cease shaking, but only managed to further upset herself when she was unsuccessful. “I-I c-can’t!”

“Useless.” Eri remarked, immobilizing her hand by trapping her fingers underneath his palm against the table. He scrutinized the feather pattern and, despite her incessant bawling, managed to reach a conclusion, “It’s perfect”. He stood up to regard the suffering girl with distain, “Now you won’t forget who owns you.”

She wanted nothing more than to tell him she would never be his no matter what he did to her, but her wrecked body wouldn’t allow it. Every time she attempted, nothing but sputters came out. Through hazy vision she watched as Eri gave her one final scowl before turning to leave the dungeon. Exhaustion prevented her from trying to get the last word in as her heavy lids began to close. “I won’t lose…” she told herself as she rested her head on the table keeping her bound.

[alittlebitgoofy]

it’s cold when we’re apart (boboxx)

me? posting new boboxx angst? shock ikik, it was a small venty drabble that hit around 1.7k and i wanted to post it 

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“I miss you.”

Three simple words were all it took to break Juice’s weak defenses. She hated to admit defeat but being alone was suffocating. Couples fought, it was normal. But what level was too much? She couldn’t pinpoint how it got like this. One day they were happy, brains fogged buy sweet early love, time passed and the things they looked over became more apparent. Juice’s need for affection and comfort, not liking to be alone or not know what was happening. Combined with Scarlett’s refusal to admit she was wrong or short temper it made for a bad combination. 

They worked through it, Juice trying to relax her grip on other people and Scarlett learning to keep their cool. It worked, for a while. But all walls crumbled with time and pressure. Juice hated her natural ability to flirt. She was almost always unaware of how it came off, she just wanted to be nice to people. Scarlett noticed, tensing at the way some people eyed her up. They knew it wasn’t her fault, not something to get angry over. Though the bitter jealousy would only grow if left unchecked. All it took was a girl mistaking Juice for single and flirting, the small girl being kind back and Scarlett was seething. They tried to quell it but only succeeded in making it bubble up more. 

Words hurt, especially from someone you loved. People said things they didn’t mean, although Scarlett lashed out too hard to be excused. They knew how to get under Juice’s skin, what to say to rile her up or upset her, and used it all to their advantage. It took only a few seconds for the regret to sink in. But that was too late. 

“Get out.” The venom in Juice’s tone made Scarlett flinch. She’d never sounded that angry before. It was unnatural, not the girl she knew. But she had crossed a line, the regret wouldn’t do anything to fix it. She did what she got angry at other people for, she hurt Juice. 

“Did I stutter? If you don’t leave I will throw you out. We both know I can lift you.”

“Juice, please. I’m sorry.” it was pointless pleading, knowing Juice wouldn’t care but trying anyway for the hope this could be fixed. Scarlett tried, they meant everything, it was just too late.

“You don’t get to be sorry. Get the fuck out of my house!” The anger was rising, Juice was unrelenting, intensely glaring in a way that scared Scarlett for being four inches shorter. She looked Scarlett up and down as if they were a hardened criminal who just got caught. It was terrifying to see the lack of any warmth in her eye, only cold, hard anger. 

“Juice-”

Before Scarlett could finish, Juice had shoved them out of the door, into the street. She slammed the door not waiting for any more words. 

They’d fucked up. Bad. 

Scarlett refused to believe they’d ever be that person, sending an emotionally charged voicemail begging for some kind of response. Juice hadn’t spoken a word in the two weeks since their argument and every second without her hurt, the memory of hurting her still sinking into their flesh, burning at the thought of how bad they messed up. 

It was bad judgment to text her in the first place, even more so to say they missed her and send a rambling, melancholic voicemail that would only complicate things further. They showed up as read. Juice had seen it, she’d heard it and yet didn’t have a response. It’d been over half an hour since it showed up as read and Scarlett felt the sadness and resignation sink ever deeper. 

A knock brought them out of the spiral, although the idea of having to face someone made their head spin with anxieties. They couldn’t quite cope with other people, not while like this. It was too much vulnerability that they didn’t want to be accountable for. So, just don’t answer it. But it wasn’t that simple. A distraction, however brief, was craved, so Scarlett begrudgingly answered it, not knowing what to expect, shocked at who it was.

“You miss me.” Although her tone was distant, Scarlett saw the familiar softness in Juice’s eyes as they opened the door to see her meek expression. It said more than she was able to. Upon closer inspection, her soft brown eyes were dark with a conflicted sadness, mixed with a loving gaze she couldn’t help whenever Scarlett was around.

“I’m so sorry,” Scarlett whispered brokenly. There was no point holding up any walls, the vulnerability wasn’t always a bad thing and Juice deserved to know how they felt. Scarlett kept their eyes down, not wanting to know how she was reacting to it all.

“I know.” Juice pulled Scarlett into a tight hug, stepping inside the house, nudging the door behind her shut. She felt the taller one tense in her arms before relaxing and pulling her tighter. It all hit after that, all the pent up feelings and sadness at not having each other, the prior rage almost all melted away with the warmth that Scarlett brought. Almost.

“This doesn’t make up for what you said.” Juice broke the moment, not sure how much she should let her guard down. She had every right to be so defensive and yet it still hurt. Scarlett knew better than to argue, their anger had settled into self-loathing long ago, all they could do now is agree and regret everything ever more. 

“I know.” Despite their different perspectives, Scarlett mirroring her words made Juice’s heart clench. They weren’t at all distant, instead, soft and loving but weakened by regret and sorrow. 

Eventually, the long hug ended, neither quite knowing what to do until Scarlett led Juice to the couch, prompting her to put something on so they could spend time together without thinking too hard about it. The air was still tense but Juice appreciated the effort. 

“What about that show you kept asking me to watch?” Scarlett felt their heart warm as Juice’s eyes lit up, cutting through the tension with her excitement. She was adorable when talking about something she liked and this was no exception. She rambled on about how much Scarlett would like the show and how good it was. The glee radiating from her made Scarlett’s face unconsciously break from a frown to a loving smile. Juice paused for a second, realising how much she missed the stupid grin Scarlett would give her if she got excited enough about something, never interrupting her, just appreciating her. 

Juice seemed a lot more relaxed as the show started, eventually shuffling closer to Scarlett, curling into their side as they watched attentively. Juice commentating on everything in a way that would be annoying if anyone else did it, but she made it all the more entertaining with her thoughts. 

“You know, she’s like you, all angry but just soft for one blonde girl,” Juice laughed, gesturing to the screen. Scarlett shot her a confused look which only made her giggle more. 

“Juicy, I see where you’re going but I am not a catgirl.” Juice pouted, Scarlett holding back a laugh at her behaviour. The way they fell back into the soft loving ways made everything feel better. Juice’s laughs were the last thing needed to patch up their heart and they planned on keeping her happy for a lot longer. 

“Wait! She’s gay for the blonde one? Who let this mentally unstable cat drive a tank anyway?” Scarlett watched on incredulously, Juice only laughing at her questions. She was understanding why Juice liked the show so much now, it was cute, even if she compared them to the feral catgirl. It wasn’t that inaccurate although they wouldn’t admit that. 

More episodes played as Juice’s commentary died down, she stayed curled into Scarlett’s side, occasional comments muttered into their shoulder as her head nestled into it. She was half asleep when Scarlett shook her, nudging her towards the bedroom.

“Do you want to stay the night?” Juice gave a soft hum in response, curling closer into the enby. Scarlett laughed softly, picking her up to place her on the bed, knowing her attempts to walk over would end in her sleepily stumbling, tripping over anything in her path. Juice let out a pleased hum when Scarlett threw some old, baggy clothes at her to sleep in. There was something adorable about the way everything they owned was too big on the brunette. Although they weren’t that far apart in height, Juice was tiny and Scarlett preferred baggy clothes. The way the long sleeves of an old band shirt flopped over Juice’s wrists, swallowing most of her body was a sight that Scarlett would treasure. 

The pair settled down, at first facing each other but not touching, both scared to make the first move before Juice felt herself succumbing to the fatigue. She shuffled over, wrapping her small arms around Scarlett, nuzzling her head into their shoulder. 

“I love you,” Juice stifled a yawn as she spoke, the sentiment from earlier still ringing out in Scarlett’s head, however, the fact that Juice was searching for so much affection raised their spirits. “I love you too.” Scarlett smiled, eyes full of love for the smaller girl. Juice lifted her hand, ruffling the short blonde hair of her partner with a mischievous giggle before cuddling as far into them as she could. Not everything was alright or resolved, both knew that. The morning would come and Scarlett would try their best to show Juice their love, peppering her with kisses as she woke up, cooking her breakfast, and showering her with enough affection to make her melt. The last night went unspoken by them, but both knew there were consequences. Juice had her guard up somewhat, naturally lower around Scarlett although still present. It would take time and effort to repair their relationship but Scarlett tried their best to go above and beyond. It wouldn’t be easy but to see Juice smile lovingly at them again would make it all worth it.

[gryphonablaze]

hello and welcome to gryphon’s crackshit crossover corner

I’ve already talked about my theory that httyd is set in the very distant, post-apocalyptic future. that theory was originally inspired by ‘what if httyd and horizon zero dawn crossover?’ My brain said things and for some fuckforsaken reason I listened. 

TL:DR I can smash together a crossover of so many different fandoms and media. It’s stupid. I’m crazy. I love it. This is what ADHD makes me think about when I zone out 

Anyway, first thing; the portal games could cross over with virtually anything. Portal-lands (borderlands). Portal age of wonderbeasts. How to Portal Your Dragon. Portal and the Princesses of Power. Portal: Zero Dawn. Portalverwatch. Portales of Arcadia. Fuck, if I really wanted, I could make the portal series crossover with Star Wars. This is because the time gap between portal one and two is spectacularly, deliciously difficult to pinpoint. If I shuffle it around, I could align the times during which action and dramatic events occur to line up with Chell finally escaping the facility. She walks through the wheat field and immediately encounters a megabunny, or a herd of grazers and striders. Or she trips on a rusted null sector carcass. Or her first night on the surface she’s staring at the moon and the star-filled sky, until she hears a slowly mounting screech and a flash of lightning. Or after a couple days she encounters a migration of creatures with stone skin, because they’re going to New Jersey and wanted to stop in Michigan to visit the great lakes, I guess. Or a couple weeks in to her new life, there’s a bright flash in the sky, and now she’s glowing? And has weird glowing tattoos on her arm? And can set things on fire? Or a year or two after she escapes, a spaceship? touches down? and out comes a catgirl, a lady with prehensile hair, a weird tall white guy, but not, like, a typical white guy, his skin is literally snow white, and someone who appears to be (???) normally human????? With portal, anything is possible. Bonus points that technically any and all fanfiction, AUs, the like etc. of portal are canon, thanks to cave literally reaching through the multiverse, thereby making all of those alternative realities possible. 

So if I wanted, I could stick portal in anything. Like how salt can be used in virtually every cuisine. 

But oh, my dear brain did not stop there. This is a crackshit crossover corner, after all.  If I fuck around enough, I could frankenstein together almost all of these. The events in HZD take place approximately one thousand years after the apocalypse, which occurred mid-2000s. As in 2050s-60s, not 2005. Kipo Age of Wonderbeasts takes place about 200 years after their mutepocalypse (also it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that ‘mute’ was shortened from ‘mutants’ and has nothing to do with their ability to speak), and we’re not sure when that happened. We could hazard a guess that Gaia was able to rebuild the world and some of humanity after Faro’s fuckup, but maybe went a liiiiiiiittle too far with the Artemis sub-probgram, and the mutepocalypse happens almost immediately. Oopsies. World goes on for 200 years post mutepocalypse, events of the series of Kipo Age of Wonderbeasts occur. Anknown amount of years later Hades decide’s that’s enough and wipes Gaia’s slate clean for her to start over again. She gives it another shot, but this time limits the amount of historical information that she gave to the humans that she released. Might’ve been a bit inaccurate, because do you know just how much human media insisted that vikings had horned helmets? (Could also explain why somehow Tuffnut knows some spanish). Whatever. This time she tries dragons. Things are actually going pretty well for a couple hundred years, Gaia always thought the ancient mythological tales of winged fire-breathers were cool, why not try it out? Until--are you kidding? The dragons disappear to hide underground? From the humans? Seriously? Wow. Wooooow. All that effort, wasted. Hades decides it’s time to try again. This time? Screw it. Robot megafauna. Hades can’t eat that. Around half a millenia later, Hades gains sentience, goes about trying to commit genocide, events of the HZD game occur. For fanfic funsies, Chell could wake up literally any time in there, because why not add another layer? These all coexist in the same space-time. Same universe, same timeline, but unfortunately not at the same time. Oof. -----> This crackshit combines Horizon Zero Dawn, Kipo Age of Wonderbeasts, and How to Train Your Dragon. (*portal optional)

Or how about somehow, some way, the whole prehistoric ‘peopling of the earth’ (deadass the name of a textbook chapter) was more like accidental colonization of the earth? The rest of the six galaxies moved on and kind of forgot about them, so Borderlands doesn’t necessarily have to be in the distant future of earth’s timeline. Some millenia ago, the Destroyer was going around, doing its thing. The Eridians didn’t like that, so they found a planet with natural capabilities they could take advantage of, asked some sirens for help, and turned it into a superweapon. After all, as typhon says, most Eridian things run on crystals. And sirens’ powers are often elemental--who’s to say the runestones on Etheria aren’t their collaborative work? Along the way they probably make an enemy because of course they do, so why not give the Heart a test run @ Horde Prime? Until Mara rebels, and yeets Etheria and its moons (and presumably star) into Despondos. Well, fuck. Horde Prime mentions ‘one thousand years’ of waiting, but when traveling through space, time can get fucky. Anyway, Now they have to come up with an alternative way to eliminate the Destroyer. It might take a few millenia of hopping around, leaving their mark on various planets, but eventually they come up with the idea of creating a cage, creating pandora... After all, the architecture of the First One’s ruins in SPOP and the various Eridian Ruins in the borderlands series aren’t super different. It’s reasonably possible that their stylistic design choices changed over time--whose hasn’t? Gothic architecture wasn’t hanging around from the dawn of human time. Anyway, we know that since they began building Pandora, the Eridians knew what it would entail. So when Nyriad killed them to power the Machine in the Pyre of the Stars, it’s not like they hadn’t prepared to die. The guardians, their own creations, have heath bars made entirely of shields, implying that they are beings not of flesh but of energy. And who wouldn’t want to at least attempt to preserve their culture, at least a shred of it? Many statues that are presumably in the Eridian’s likeness have only two arms, but some have more. And what energy-based lifeforms (from tales of arcadia) have a majority population with two arms, but a select special few with four? What is their planet called? AkiRIDIAN 5. It is implied that not even Nekrotafeyo, the Eridian’s home planet, is technically the place of their origination, so it’s not all that out of the question for them to make (and possibly fail at) a couple of planets they could put their extra-sentient lifeforms on. ‘Alright, We are called Eridians. This is the fifth planet we made for you. Have fun, we have to go die.’ How often is history not warped by time? Particularly the pronunciation of things? And of course if they’re starting over with a completely new place and no template to work off of, the architecture they come up with is not at al likely to resemble that of their progenitors. Also note that Luug and other Akiridian creatures seen, like those weird ass energy bugs, look fucking weird. You know what else looks fucking weird? The fauna of Nekrotafeyo. In this version, Mara’s story in She-Ra and the Princesses of Power is the very distant early history of the Eridians, before even Nyriad, who is presumed to be very long-lived. The ancient history that the Eridians themselves left behind is in turn the prehistory of the people of Akiridian 5. And again, if u want, portal. That said, the end of SPOP S5, the end of BL3 (currently the latest borderlands game), and the end of the Tales of Arcadia series could not only exist in the same spacetime, but also at the same time. ---->This crackshit combines She ra, Borderlands, and Tales of Arcadia. (*portal optional)

[letspurpletogether]

Out of the Void || BTS

↳ Summary: The one where the boys stumble upon that one fic and they all end up reading. (This is a crack fic inspired by @btssavedmylifeblr’s Void, because my own words are not enough to describe how an amazing story Void it is, and what a outstanding writer Bee is).

⇢ Warnings: BEWARE OF SPOILERS!! This things should be full of them so I suggest you to read all of Void before reading this just in case. Also, for those entitled rude anons: stop demanding updates from the fan fiction writers like they owe you shit, cause they don’t! And stop coming at them to complain about their publishing schedule. This is done for fun and for free, if you can’t be patient and respect their creative process then fuck off!

A/N: Also, I had so much fun writing this. I wanted to keep adding and adding stuff. However, since english is not my mother language i had some trouble describing the scenes the way I pictured them in my head. Therefore, I decided to leave it like this for now. 

(TT-TT) Im sorry, Bee! I did try my best, I know it doesn’t do Void justice. But I still wanted to write it for you because Void is such an amazing story! 

That’s it! Please,enjoy!

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He shouldn’t be doing this.

Hoseok checked over his shoulder again before turning back to the phone in his hands. It wasn’t like if someone were to come into his studio right now and catch him watching porn.

Hell, this was so much worse.

Especially considering how he was supposed to be working on the rap arrangement for the new song, and not checking out a piece of fan-fiction... If Namjoon were to catch him he was going to give him hell for days.

He had strictly advised the six of them against it several times, but to be honest Hoseok was to eager to find out what happened next to actually acknowledge the suggestion. Besides, he was he eldest of the two and it wasn’t like he had to listen to his band member. Joon was only the leader when the cameras were out. Inside their dorms he couldn’t even remember to wash the dishes when he was supposed to or take the clothes out of the dryer so they wouldn’t end up a crumble mess the next morning.

Also, it was all Jimin’s fault.

His dongsaeng had sent him the link without any explanation last week. It was a silly thing they did to each other trying to make the other cringe with whatever weird-ass story they could find, mostly on Twitter. It was all for the laughs but they had stopped doing it when Hoseok had accidentally send Seokjin a rather explicit piece that involved Jimin and Yoongi in a threesome with some kind of catgirl trying to get her pregnant. It was meant for the young boy, of course and that slip of hand had resulted in a hysteric Seokjin exposing them right in front of the others.

Hoseok has been so embarrassed after that he couldn’t even look at Yoongi in the face for a whole ass week. Even though his hyung had said it was fine. It didn’t help that Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t let the topic die either. Those rascals, he made sure to make them wore their asses off in the following dance practices.

But anyways, he and Jimin had agreed to stop.

So it was a surprise to receive a new link from him after a couple months. He’d ignored it at first, being too busy with practice and rehearsals to bother with checking it up. But yesterday while waiting for his appointment with the cupping therapist, he’d absentmindedly opened it and was actually surprised with what he’d found. Written in English, it was a space story... and they were astronauts!

At that moment he been too oblivious to care and read the warnings or summary on top of the post. For a moment of innocent wonder he actually got caught up in the first scene. He was a scientist in space, it couldn’t get any cooler than that! But of course, he had soon realized what type of story it was.

The problem was that it didn’t start right off with the porn part like most stories he’s found while browsing the darkest depths of the ARMY’s fandom. He’d read some weird shit himself, demons, half-animal people, male pregnancyㅡHell! even tentacles once. The kind of things his fans could come up with was exhilarating, and it blew his mind that the weirdest and kinkiest were for some reason the best well-written of allㅡ.

But this story was different.

It had a storyline, an actual estructure, inciting incident, clear stakes, the whole pack. Years listening to his father reviewing novels and short-stories had resulted in him developing an appetite for well-written stories. And even though the main character was that Y/N type their fans where so keen about, she wasn’t plain at all. She struggled, and that was nice to read. Besides, all that astronaut stuff sounded so legit that he almost consider the possibility of the author being an astronaut herself. He’d always been a fan of fantasy and sci-fi since he was child and his father brought him the entire collection of Jules Verne’s novels for his eleventh birthday. Stories about voyages to far and unknown places were his guilty pleasure, so of course he got hooked up with this piece faster than he’d ever with any other he’d read so far.

But he couldn’t finished the chapter that time because the masseur was already calling his name. The scrolling bar told him he wasn’t even half way through it, so he’d copied the link for later and went to the therapist office. So now there he was resuming his reading with renewed eagerness.

The main character had just arrived at a green house inside the ship. And there was Yoongi.

Hoseok huffed and raised an eyebrow when he realized this scene focused all on his elder. Wasn’t he supposed to be the main character here? Not that he complained, though. Yoongi’s fingers where indeed nice after all and wouldn’t blame the girl for obsess over them. But in most stories he’d read there was always a lead, and he assumed by the first scene it was going to be himself. Maybe this was a threesome?

He quickly scrolled back up to the story information, searching for the pairing section where he knew his questions would be answered. /OT7 x reader/

He flinched.

“All of us? What...?”. Did that mean everyone was a love interest? Or that the main character was supposed to screw all of them at once? How was that supposed to work if there was just one woman in the whole crew?

Oh wait...

The realization hit him. Of course, that was the whole plot. Seven guys and one girl, and they had to fight for her love? It was something like that for sure, wasn’t it? She would pick one of them and then they’d have sex. He kept reading—

«Your deepest darkest fantasies- the ones you always turned to on your most stressed and anxious nights - were the ones involving the entire crew. The idea of them finding out what a slut you were for them and passing you between them filled you with an embarrassing level of arousal. You would imagine them taking turns filling you until all your thoughts of loneliness and emptiness had been fucked out of you. And you would sleep like a baby.»

—or not...

He scratched his chin, a little confused now. Was this actually going to be gangbang? Or more importantly, was he actually going to read this till the end? He did like threesomes, not that he’d been in one... Yet. Their schedules hardly ever allowed them to properly date someone, and hooking up with a random stranger was way too risky with the level of fame they’d reached at this point. But the idea of threesomes was very appealing, although he’d never actually consider having a gangbang with all his members. However... he wasn’t going to cross off reading about one just yet.

Just as he was about to resume his reading, the door flew open and Jimin‘s face appeared. “Hyung!”

Hoseok jumped in his seat, his phone fell on his lap.

“Shit...!”, he took a deep breath and glared at his band member. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Jimin!”

A sly grin appeared on the youngest face.

“Why? What were you doing?”

Hoseok cleared his throat. Had he been discovered?

“Nothing”, he lied so poorly he wanted to smack himself on the face.

“You were totally reading it, weren’t you?”, Jimin chuckled. “Did you get to the video part already?”

“No, what video part?”

Jimin raised both palms.

“Sorry, not going to give you any spoilers”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Anyway... Why did you send it?” He asked, retrieving his phone and unlocking the screen again. “I thought we agreed on not doing that anymore”

“Yeah, but Taehyung send it to me”

“What?” Hoseok frowned, and turned around in his chair to face the boy. That was a surprise. “Why would he...?” He shook his head, sometimes Taehyung needn’t a reason to do the most random things.

Jimin simply shrugged.

“He also sent it to Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung”, Jimin ran his hand through his hair and giggled. “I think everyone is reading it now”

“Wait- What?!” Hoseok chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

“Haven’t you checked the group chat?”

“No, I was...” Hoseok pressed his tongue against his cheek. “-reading”.

“Huh”Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Is cool isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s ... interesting”, he conceded. Jimin let himself in and plopped down on the spare chair he kept in his studio in case he needed to work with the senior producers.

“Who do you think she’ll choose?”

“For what?”

“Come on, hyung.” Jimin snickered, “You know what I mean”

“Are you sure she is supposed to choose one of us?”

“What-? Obviously...”, Jimin shifted on the sofa, his face stared confused at Hoseok for a moment. But then he gasped, suddenly realizing what he mean. “Do you mean-? All of us?!”

“Why not?” Hoseok shrugged. “It’s just a story, anyways. You know some of our fans like kinky stuff and there’s nothing wrong with that”

“I mean! I know that! Its not-”. Jimin’s face turned a bright shade of red. “W-we shouldn’t be reading about that. What if they get... ideas!” He brought a hand to his forehead and looked back at him with a worried expression. Hoseok spluttered in a laugh, but it soon dwindled when he realized Jimin was actually serious about his concern.

“Jimin...”

“Goddamnit...!” Hoseok observed as his younger member stood up and facepalmed himself “I’m an idiot! I bet that was Taehyung’s plan all along”

“Taehyung’s plan was to have us... read fan-fiction?”

“About a gangbang!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“It’s just fan fiction, Jimin. Not a proposition”, he said, but Jimin wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“The others can’t read that. I have to stop them”, and he was about to storm out the door, but Hoseok had to stop him.

“Hey, hey!”, he grabbed him by the elbow. “Now you’re just exaggerating”

“No, I’m not”, Hoseok couldn’t comprehend why Jimin was so scandalized. “We can’t have a gangbang, hyung!”

“No, no, no!”, he “First of all, no one is having a gangbang. Second of all, why does it bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t!”

“Really?”

“I just don’t want to be... I don’t want to share a partner with the six of you”

“Why, you’re worried she might like it too much and dump you?” Hoseok teased. However, upon seeing Jimin getting all self-conscious, the smile was erased from his face.

“Jimin, come on. You don’t really think that would happen”

“I don’t know, you are all good looking and mature, and more talented that-“

“Stop it. You are not less than us, stop beating yourself so much specially over a fictional situation. Do you forget who has the third largest fan base among us?”

“It because ARMY likes when I act all cute and pretty, and want to baby me like a child. I’m the cutie, the tiny one...”, his voiced turned into an almost whisper at the end. “I’m never the big... manly man...”

“Jimin...”

“What?”

“This isn’t about the story, is it?”

“No... yes- well, not this one...”, he paused, looking at his feet, bashfully. “It’s just the other stories...”

“What other stories?”, Hoseok asked, but Jimin just shrugged. “I don’t get it...”

“Ugh- hyung it’s nothing really”, he was quick to reply, standing up again. “You are right, I’m so over-reacting... it’s just a story”

“Okay...”, Hoseok leaned back in his chair and looked again at Jimin who was standing next to the door. Hands behind his back, like a child waiting to be scolded. “You sure that’s all?”

“Yep”, that extra ‘p’ sound at the end was enough evidence that he was lying. But he was also aware of Jimin’s uneasiness so it was probably better to let him off the hook for now.

“Well, then...”, Hoseok rubbed his neck. “I really should get back to work then”

Jimin gave him a short smile and left without saying another word. Hoseok turned around in his chair to face his computer and actually get some work before the day was over.

But maybe...ㅡHe glanced at his phone next to the mouseㅡ, just maybe... one more chapter wouldn’t hurt either.

[...]

It was past three am when he arrived back at the dorm. He usually wasn’t the one to stay overnight at the studio like Joonie and Yoongi-hyung. But time flew from his grasp like an oiled rope after he finished the first chapter and he had to stay late to finish his assignments. He didn’t want Pdogg-hyung to yell at him in their next briefing. However, the pull of the story was too strong for him to resist.

He had gone to sleep right away, and with the first light the next day he was already reaching for his cellphone and logging into the Tumblr account he had created just for this. He needed to know what happened next, story-Jimin had to be out of his mind to give the main character a video of him masturbating. It was a risky move, he wouldn’t think Jimin was capable of it in real life... Maybe Seokjin-hyung was shameless enough to pull that one out, and Taehyung...

“Yeah, probably Taehyung...”, he mused to himself as he propped himself down on his elbows.

“Probably Taehyung what?”, Jimin’s sleepy voice asked from his side of the room.

“Oh! Jiminie, did I wake you?”, Jimin shook his head and asked again what he meant by ‘probably Taehyung’. Hoseok sat on his bed and stretched his arms. “Nothing, it’s just this story...”

“Why do you keep reading it, hyung?”, Jimin groaned and covered his face with both palms in exhaustion. Hoseok simply chuckled, Jimin’s concerns where silly. Plus, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of a good story just because his roommate thought his best friend was trying to get them to have an orgy.

“We are not having a gangbang, just relax”

Jimin huffed but didn’t argue further.

A sudden nasal shriek shattered the morning’s quietness and reached their ears through the door. Hoseok almost jumped off his bed to Jimin’s, what on earth was that? It sounded like some kind of hysteric bird .

“First you send me that porn thing and then you wanna talk about gangbangs?! Gangbangs!!”

Okay, that hysteric bird sounded like Seokjin now. And by the volume of it, it was coming from the kitchen.

“It’s not like that, hyung! You don’t even listen!” And that was definitely Joon’s.

Hoseok exchanged confused glances with Jimin that soon turned into curious ones. As if on cue, both of them got up their beds and ran into the kitchen to check on their band members.

Namjoon was leaning on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other scratching his forehead. Meanwhile Seokjin was beating some eggs in a plastic bowl, ranting about how much porn was acceptable in a household.

“It’s not porn! It’s basically literature!” Namjoon sounded as much fed up as he looked embarrassed. Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“It’s porn! And you are a pervert!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you could just read it-!”

“I have enough with the viruses that keep popping on the computer because of you shady search historial!” It was hilarious just listening to them arguing back and forth like and old married couple. But Hoseok was more curious about whether they were talking about what he though they were.

“Is this about the space story?”, he chimed in, resting his elbows on the marble island across Seokjin’s cooking station. Jimin climbed on a stool next to him.

“You too, now?”, Seokjin huffed, giving him and Jimin disgusted look. “Not that I’m surprised, considering your fascination with breeding cats”

“It was a cat-girl! And that was a mistake!” Hoseok’s ears suddenly burned. “But whatever...”

“Wait- So did you read it, or not?”, this time Namjoon was the one to speak.

“I am reading it, I’m on chapter two”, he replied and Jimin nodded along.

“Did you get to the video part right?”, Joon asked and before Hoseok had a chance to speak, Seokjin’s loud huff cut him off.

“Can I cook in peace without having to hear about how much you want a gangbang, pleaaaaase?”

“Com’on, hyung! I never said I wanted a gangbang!” Namjoon shot him a glare before turning back to Hoseok. His hands came to fondle with the fruit bowl in front of him.  “What I was trying to explain to this hyung is that I do think it’s an interesting guessing exercise for figuring out the extends of human behaviour in such adverse conditions”

“But you said you wanted to do it!”

“No! I said to explore it as in talk about it! WITH WORDS!”, Namjoon glared at their hyung, as a faint blush covered his cheeks. It was clear that “If you could’ve just listened for a moment instead of acting like a scandalized prude!”

“Yeah, hyung. It’s just a story, you are over reacting”, said Jimin, taking Hoseok by surprise considering all he had to say about it last night.

“Well, forgive me for not wanting a gangbang!”

“No one’s having a gangbang, for God’s sake!”

“I wouldn’t mind”, a fifth voice joined the conversation out of the blue and all the heads turned in the direction of the hallway.

Yoongi-hyung was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and messy bed hair. A slight frown hardening his features. He’d most likely woken up because all of the noise.

Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“You too, Yoongi?”

“How long have you been standing there?”, Jimin asked. Yoongi shrugged off a yawn and walked over to grab an apple from the bowl Namjoon was holding. 

“It’s hard to keep sleeping with this hyung nagging so loud this early in the morning”, he pointed to his eldest and bit on the fruit.

“You know what?!”, Seokjin scoffed, and put aside all his cooking implements. “Y’all can make your own breakfast! Seriously...”

And walked away.

“So noisy...”, Yoongi mumbled as he munched on his apple.

“You read it too, hyung?”, Namjoon asked. Yoongi turned to him, leaning on his elbows. Hoseok’s eyes betrayed him as they followed Yoongi’s movements and the way he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air so subtly.

“Since Tae shared it in the group chat I figured I should give it a try”, he shrugged seemingly desinterestedm, but Hoseok knew him better than that. Yoongi liked to pretende he didn’t care about stuff other that making music, but it was clear to him by the way he was behaving, that the older rapper had enjoyed the story a little bit too much. “It was good”.

“You’re only saying that because you are not the main character”, said Jimin.

“At least I’m not the character that gave the girl a video of me jerking off”

“First of all, she asked! and second, you messed up big time keeping that memory card, hyung!”

Yoongi sneered at the younger boy. 

“I got her off, you didn’t”

“Wait, what are you-?”

Jimin’s face turned a bright red, his nosetrils flared. Namjoon just chocked a laugh, almost knocking off the fruit bowl. For a moment, Hoseok only stared in confussion at them. He couldn’t recall something like that happening in the story yet and he realized they were probably far ahead of him. 

“Hey! Don’t give me any spoilers! I haven’t reached that part yet”.

But Yoongi and Jimin just ignored him, continuing their teasing banter.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive you. EVER!”

“She was thinking of me while fucking you”

“At least I got to- to... be with her!”

“You can’t even say fuck without blushing. Space-Jimin is lightyears ahead of you”, a smug grin appeared in Yoongi’s face, clearly pleased with his joke and Jimin’s fuming face.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, hyung”, Namjoon said with a smirk. “I mean, last time I checked you couldn’t even look at Halsey in her training clothes without turning red as a beetroot”

“That’s-!”, Yoongi coughed, a bite of the apple going the wrong way. Suddenly matching Jimin with his red cheeks. “That’s different!”

“Neither one of you would ever dare to act like the way the author portraits you. Just admit it”, Namjoon snickered. “You don’t have what it takes”.

“Oh, and you do?”

“I’m just saying if the seven of us where trapped in a spaceship and there’s just one woman for miles and miles...”, He crossed his arms, chin raised proudly. “I’m guessing you’d be too shy to get her attention”.

“It’s not a competition, anyway. It’s a story and it has already been written”, argued Yoongi. “And I was her first choice”.

“Technically it was Hobi”, Jimin pointed out. “She was so ready to throw herself over him in that lab scene”.

“Well Hobi doesn’t count here because he did nothing”

“Excuse me?”, Hoseok scoffed. “Clearly I’m the best character, unlike others I’m actually being professional”.

“Yeah, right. Professional until Yoongi-hyung tells you he screwed the main character”, Taehyung popped up from behind him making Hoseok shriek in surprise, followed closely by a sleepy-faced Jungkook.

“You little-! You almost killed me!”, Taehyung only laughed, joining the his chuckling hyungs.

“And he didn’t screw anything- anyone!”, said Jimin.

“Well, his fingers did”.

“Stop talking!”, Hoseok shoved Taehyung aside and shook his head. “You’ve already spoiled the story for me enough as it is! At least let me finish the chapters before we talk about this”.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t talk about it before breakfast”, Namjoon scratched his chin. “Gguk, go tell Jin-hyung he can come back now”.

“Why, was he here?” asked Jungkook. 

“He left because he didn’t what to have a gangbang”, Yoongi answered, almost offended, like he was telling Jungkook his hyung had turned down some fishing trip.

Jungkook’s eyes where suddendly wide open.

“What-?!”

“It’s the story, nevermind!”, Jimin waved a hand in the air in dismissal.

“Wait, so we can’t have a gangbang?”

“Are you serious right now, hyung?”, Jimin gave Yoongi the side eye. His hyung response was simply shrugging.

“I like to keep my options open”.

“Yeah, maybe one thing you shouldn’t keep open is your mouth”. 

The group erupted in laughter at Jimin’s witty comeback. Yoongi raised the hand that held half an apple and pretended to throw it at Jimin’s head, only to join the laughter when the dancer fell from his chair by his motion.

Hoseok chuckled and shook his head. 

What a way to start the day.

. . . .

[doublepasse-writes]

A Scorpia and Catra interaction I need to see in s4 :

-

“Scorpia? What are you doing?”

Scorpia didn’t turn around. Her shoulders tensed but she nodded to herself. She had made up her mind. “I’m packing.”

“Packing?” Catra shook her head, her tail swishing with discomfort. “To go where? I knew you liked it back in the Crimson Waste but I didn’t think you’d feel homesick,” she chuckled.

Sadness filled Scorpia’s heart at the mention of the desert. That place, where they could have been happy. That time, when Scorpia’s heart wasn’t yet broken. When Catra hadn’t crossed any line yet. 

“No, Catra. I’m not going to the Crimson Waste.”

Scorpia threw the bag over her shoulders. She walked passed a dumbfounded Catra, averting her gaze from her. 

“Where are you--” Catra didn’t finish her sentence. Because she knew. Of course she knew. But she didn’t want to see it. There were so many things Catra didn’t want to see. “You can’t!” She grabbed Scorpia’s arm. Scorpia flinched, but she didn’t stop. Catra had to go around her and block the way out of her room. 

“Catra, step aside.”

“No!” she yelled. Her voice had this vulnerable pitch that always made Scorpia sorry before. It used to make her want to hug the catgirl and rock her until the sorrow went away. But Catra had made it clear that she didn’t want it to go away. She didn’t want to heal. 

“Catra, either you let me go to Beast Island, or you come with me. But I’m going, no matter what you do.”

Her voice was softer than intended. But it was also resolute, and Catra felt it. Her mismatched eyes expressed conflict. Conflict and fear. Maybe... Maybe Scorpia could convince her, if she tried enough. 

But she was tired of trying. 

“So,” Scorpia said with a sigh. “What will it be?”

Catra blinked then snarled. She had already turned her vulnerability into rage. She was so good at that. “She betrayed me! She deserved her punishment, and now you want to betray me too?!”

Scorpia pursed her lips. She wasn’t one to get angry, but if Catra kept pushing it, she would be surprised. “I don’t want to betray you, I just want to go save my friend.”

“And you would leave me behind for that!” Catra’s voice broke. Oh no, Scorpia was not in the mood for a guilt trip. But at the sight of those tears prickling at the corner of those yellow and blue eyes... She couldn’t help it. She would try one last time to convince her.

“Come with me then,” Scorpia pleaded, “come with me so we can fix this.”

Catra’s eye twitched. Scorpia had a feeling she was currently reminiscing some unpleasant memory involving a certain blonde princess. Of course. It always went back to her. It was always about her.

“I should have known all princesses were the same,” Catra spat. “I should have never trusted you!” She shouted. “You said you’d stay with me no matter what happened! You promised!”

“Catra...”

“All lies! Everybody always lies to me, and abandons me! I’m sick of it!”

She unsheathed her claws and swiped at Scorpia, who caught her arm in her pincers thanks to her reflexes. She pinned Catra to the wall, which surprised her so much she gasped and looked up in fear. 

“I don’t want to abandon you Catra,” Scorpia said in a teary tone, “but Entrapta needs me. I can’t give up on her.”

“I need you!” Catra yelled. “I let you in, and now I need you, and you’re leaving for her?!”

“You sent her to DIE!” Scorpia shouted. Catra’s ears drooped at the sight of the fire in Scorpia’s eyes. The scorpion princess was really angry now. “You betrayed her, Catra!”

“I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did! You tazed her! You banished her! You opened the portal, and you didn’t even care if it would send us all to our death!” Scorpia sniffled, blinking her tears away. She hated when she got mad like this. “You didn’t even care about me...”

“Scorpia...” Catra looked guilty, finally. But Scorpia was not over.

“If you’re looking for someone to blame for all the shit that happened to you these last few days, just take a look in the mirror! You fucked it all up!”

“I had to-- I had to win!” 

“Win what?! Huh?! Tell me, Catra, what would you have won if Adora hadn’t saved us all?”

“Ooh, so now you want to join her, of course,” she snickered darkly. “You’re going to bow before our great savior and blame it all on mean evil Catra!”

“It’s not like-- You know what?” Scorpia loosened her grip on her friend. “I’m done.” 

In a swift move, she cuffed Catra’s hands and tied her to the bed before she could react. She knew Catra would try to stop her. Scorpia opened the door and stepped outside. She heard outraged screams and the sound of something heavy being dragged on the metal ground.

“That’s right, leave.” Catra had managed to tug the bed until she could show her face through the door. One glance over her shoulder, and Scorpia saw that she was crying. She focused on the path ahead quickly, not looking back. It would hurt too much. “I’m better off on my own anyway! You’re an even worse disappointment than Adora after all!”

Scorpia stopped. She put a pincer to her chest, as if it could ease the feeling of her heart being stabbed to death. She turned around slowly, peering into Catra’s expectant and fearful eyes. The feline woman was out of breath. She was waiting for Scorpia’s reaction. What exactly was she expecting? How could she think it would bring Scorpia back at her sides?

Was it how Adora felt all those times Catra hurt her? 

“Catra,” Scorpia whispered. “I think you should start to wonder why everybody’s leaving you.”

Scorpia saw the despair and the pain on her face. But she couldn’t feel guilty about it. Scorpia was hurting too. She couldn’t stand to see Catra destroying herself and everyone around anymore. 

Besides, she had someone to save. 

So, she walked away, ignoring the one she loved so much crying and raging behind her.  

She walked away, feeling her heart bleed more and more each step that brought her closer to the skiff she was about to steal. 

She walked away, knowing there was no going back to the Horde after that. 

There was no going back to Catra. 

Scorpia cried a lot that night on her way to Beast Island. 

-

A/N : ok I know it was harsh, but I really need Scorpia to lose it and stand for herself. I’m sure she’s going to be the key for Catra to put herself into question. 

Cross posted on AO3

[luctisonusx]

Homecoming Dance || Drabble

Small summary: Halloween Homecoming starring Lisa, Christina, and vague bits of the prince himself, Roman.

“C’mon, Caleb, please?” The blonde-haired vixen known as Lisa batted her eyelashes at Caleb who scrunched his nose at her pleading. Saying no once had been hard enough but she seemed set on getting him to repeat himself again. Yet guilt bridled his gut, so he searched his brain for an excuse, finding one in his step mom’s annoying ways.

“Lisa, I doubt my stepmom would even let me go,” Caleb argued, but Lisa didn’t budge. In fact, she slipped her hand into Caleb’s back pocket and took his phone. How she even knew his password was beyond him, but it wasn’t as if he made it anything dangerously hard. The password was his birthday, but he hadn’t expected her to even know that.

“Hey!’ he tried to snatch the phone back, but she dodged him effortlessly, finding his step mom’s number and typing in a quick text. As she waited for a response, she continued to dodge the boy, much to his annoyance. When the phone finally vibrated in response, Lisa’s face lit up.

“She says it’s fine.” Lisa held his phone out to him and he eyed the screen. She had indeed texted her and asked if he could attend the dance. Her response had been a yes. The only thing was that Lisa would have to give him a ride to and from. Lisa moved to text again before handing the phone back to Caleb after hitting send. The look on Caleb’s face was one of obvious discomfort, but it didn’t seem like Lisa noticed and if she did, she simply didn’t care.

“So you’ll be my date to the homecoming dance. I’ll pick you up at 5.” She concluded. Caleb scrunched his nose again before tucking his phone back into his back pocket. He made a mental note to change his phone password, but it was likely that he wouldn’t change it still.

“Yeah. Alright. Fine. I just don’t have a costume and it’s so short notice.” Caleb mumbled, again trying to think of another excuse. Lisa eyed him down and Caleb cringed uncomfortably. She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around before letting out a laugh.

“No. I have something you’ll fit in nicely.” She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, “And I’ve got a wig to match oh and I can do your make-up!” Lisa clapped her hands together as she got more excited. Wig and make-up? What was this big idea? “You’ll see.” She answered his unspoken question, “5 o clock on the dot. Be ready to be Halloween-a-fied!” She gave him a kiss on his cheek then and ran off to her car. Caleb blinked before realizing his bus was going to leave soon and ran off to catch it. Tonight was going to be very strange.

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“I don’t know about this,” Caleb mumbled as Lisa put on eyeshadow on him. She was going for a smoky sort of look. Her idea for his costume was a Wednesday Adam’s costume she had bought last year but had gotten “too fat” to wear. It seemed to fit him perfectly and the pair of leggings she found for him also worked well. It didn’t necessarily feel bad, but he did feel a little self-conscious about this.

“No. You look great.” Lisa said, giving him a quick kiss on his lips before starting to do his lipstick. His brows furrowed as he looked at her. She’d kissed him before, especially at school in front of her friends, but he had never agreed to anything with her. Still, she seemed under the impression that they were something, but the what was a mystery in and of itself. “Now shut up so I don’t fuck up, okay?” She added, focusing on his full lips. When she pulled away she looked at her handy work, her own make-up was simple. The tip of her nose was painted black with whiskers. She was going to be a catgirl.

“What if people stare?” Caleb asked once she was done, but she motioned for him to  rub his lips together, which he did begrudgingly. 

“If people stare, it’s because they wish they could be as hot as you, Cal. Now let’s go before the dance dies down.” She went to go grab her keys and her bag and Caleb stood up with a sigh. Lisa said goodbye to her mom and dad. Her sister was sitting in the living room and gave Caleb a big-eyed look as they passed by, but Lisa urged him to keep walking. She locked the door and they both got into Lisa’s car.

“The last dance I went to was in 6th grade,” Caleb noted, feeling anxiety building up in his stomach. The real reason he was worried was that he wondered if Roman was going to be there. He knew he shouldn’t be concerning himself with the playboy, but ever since the first day of school, Caleb couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even with his reputation, heard from both loud cheerleaders and from Lisa herself, he couldn’t make his mind deviate to something or someone else. It was beyond frustrating.

“How’d that go?” Lisa asked as she backed out of the driveway and began the trip back to Hemlock Grove High. Caleb chewed on his bottom lip as he glanced out the window. There were kids trick or treating already with their superhero costumes or witches or zombies or skeletons. It did nothing to help his turning stomach.

“I think ... I ended up leaving with my ex. She uh lived down the street so we went to hers, I think. I don’t remember really. I just remember getting into trouble after.” Caleb scrunched his nose a bit, “Do you always go to these dances?” He changed it to something about her, regretting bringing up the memory. 6th grade had been dark times for him. The beginning of an end it had felt like.

“Oh. Sorry.” Lisa said as she focused on the road, “Uhm yeah. I guess so. I think it’s fun.” She looked over to Caleb and gave him a soft smile, “Hopefully this will be fun for you. Maybe get rid of some bad associations?” She tapped his knee before retreating her hand back to the wheel. He sighed as they pulled up to the school. His eyes looked over every car they passed and it didn’t take long for Caleb to spot it, the red jaguar. Shit.

“Shit?” Lisa repeated and Caleb realized he’d said his thought out loud. His freckled cheeks turned crimson before shaking his head. He’d asked her a few questions about Roman when they’d first met, but she’s taken it as mild curiosity and not a full-blown crush. He tried his best not to give her any reasons to think otherwise.

“Nothing. Just thinking too much.” Caleb admitted. When he was met with silence, he felt a bit relieved. She could be a bit pushy about wanting to know information when she felt it was being withheld, so he was glad she didn’t ask any further questions about it. Lisa pulled into a parking spot and turned the car off.

“Well, no more thinking. Just partying, okay?” She cupped his face in one hand and he gave her a half-hearted smile. He understood that she was trying to comfort him, but with things in his past, it made it hard to accept her affection. That and the fact that he didn’t have eyes for anyone but Roman Godfrey. It wasn’t that Lisa wasn’t pretty, it was just ... she wasn’t him.

“Okay.” He agreed as he turned away. Yet he knew he likely wouldn’t be able to hold to that promise. Especially considering what he knew now. His eyes had already begun to search the crowds heading for the school gymnasium from the front windshield. He knew he was here but where and who had he brought with him?

“I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to ruin your make-up,” Lisa said. He tried not to visibly cringe at the indication. Yet he didn’t know how to tell her this wasn’t what she thought it was. She looked so happy and excited and he surely didn’t want to be the cause of ruining her night and also she was his ride back home after all.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled and after a few awkward seconds, they both got out of the car. They soon merged with the crowd of people and Lisa hooked her arm around his so that they wouldn’t be separated. It seemed the school was taking some precautions because of the murder of a girl at a local school. Brooke Bluebell had been her name. His stepmom hadn’t been her teacher, but had known of her and so had forced Caleb to attend her vigil. He didn’t want to think about that now though or the fact that people had been whispering about Roman Godfrey’s absence even then.

The line moved quickly enough and soon they were in the gym. It was all flickering lights and people dancing or drinking punch. Teachers walked around like hawks to make sure that no one was engaging in inappropriate activity. Lisa led them off towards the dance floor instantly and Caleb scrunched his face.

“I’m not really a dancer. My dance teacher back in middle school said I have no rhythm.” Caleb tried to argue, but his eyes were admittedly searching the dance floor. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. Roman was dressed in a suit with his hair slicked back. Caleb wondered what he was supposed to be. It reminded him a bit of James Bond. Still, the tall male wasn’t dancing and the girl at his side -- Ashley Valentine -- didn’t seem too happy with him.

“Party. No thinking.” Lisa said, redirecting his attention back to her. She was swaying back and forth to the music and he gave her a small smile, trying his best to match up with her. When the song ended she gave him a hug, one he returned half-heartedly. His eyes looked back to where he’d seen Roman, but he was gone.

“Let’s get some punch, yeah?” Lisa suggested and before he could agree, she was pulling him towards the punch. That was when Caleb spotted him again, but he quickly looked away when Roman seemed to glance mildly in his direction. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Lisa asked as she handed him a cup of punch. He took it but didn’t take a sip. He wondered if someone had managed to spike it with alcohol like they did in typical teen movies. This kind of felt like one right now.

“Just not feeling too hot. I’m gonna go sit down for a bit okay? Go dance with your friends. I’ll be fine.” Caleb waved her off and though she gave him some puppy dog eyes, she relented as he went over to the bleachers and took a seat alone. He sniffed at the cup then and decided he wasn’t going to risk it, setting it down behind him.

“Hey.” A soft feminine voice reached his ears over the music and he looked up to see the girl who had helped him after dropping his books his first day. What had her name been again?

“Uh hey, Christina.” The name came to him upon speaking and he felt relieved, but the look in her eye at him saying her name made him wish for a moment that he had forgotten completely. She bit onto his bottom lip and gestured to the spot beside him.

“Is this seat taken?” She questioned. She was dressed like some sort of fairy, he noted. It seemed fitting for her soft demeanor. Yet he couldn’t help but feel like something dark and sinister was hiding behind it all. Perhaps it was his overactive imagination.

“Guess not,” Caleb replied, and then out of nervousness, he picked the cup back up and took a sip. He visibly cringed at the taste and yeah someone had definitely put something in it. He spat it back out into the cup and put it back where he’d had it before as Christina sat down beside him. There was barely enough space between their legs.

“I think you’re the only guy here cool enough to wear a dress,” Christina noted, staring out at the crowd of people. His eyes went to Lisa who looked like she was having the time of her life dancing with her friends. He wished he could share that moment with her as a friend, but she’d made it next to impossible now.

“Thanks.” He had to resist the urge to try to drink the punch again just so that he had an excuse not to talk to Christina. She didn’t seem like she was going to be leaving him alone any time soon either. Her own eyes had laid on her friends, twins, who seemed to constantly be getting into trouble with the teachers for dancing in a way that was too provocative. How an innocent girl like her had befriended the two girls was beyond Caleb.

“Is Lisa your girlfriend?” Christina asked after a few awkward moments and Caleb turned to look at her. Her lip was jutted out a bit in a pout and his brows furrowed. Did everyone think that was what they were? He certainly didn’t like the implication, especially since he didn’t want Roman to think anything like that of him. It was frustrating how his brain always went back to him.

“No. She’s just my friend, though I don’t know if she knows that. I never asked her.” Caleb said and Christina’s head canted to the side, “She kisses me without asking and touches me when I don’t want to be touched. I just don’t know how to tell her to stop.” His shoulders sagged and he was about to say something when he noticed something black and long slithering towards the dance floor. It didn’t take long for everyone else to notice and everyone began to scream. Caleb stood and Lisa was somehow instantly by his side. 

“Everyone evacuate immediately!” The principal said over the mic, “It seems the school snake had been released. I repeat, evacuate immediately!” Caleb gave one more glance to Christina, who didn’t seem at all panicked before Lisa was pulling him away. As they rushed out of the school, Caleb looked to where Roman’s car was, seeing Roman in it alone. He seemed to take a swig of something before speeding off. Caleb had a feeling Roman had done it and whispered a quiet thank you in his departing direction.

“Guess the party’s over.” Lisa pouted as they headed back to her car. She did seem thoroughly disappointed, but Caleb couldn’t be assed to care. This all and all had been an awkward night.

“Guess so,” Caleb said.

“Let’s get you home.”