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ryllen · 2 years
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I am currently just getting into sdv (I know I'm super late) and I'm romancing Alex and oh lord I am OBSESSED with your farmer x Alex art it is blessed 🙌 😇 🙏
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- bowlersandtophats [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] this incredibly the sweetest alex ever drawn but it aged, that it's drown & harder to find
- まるお / onigiri_island_ (@twitter) [1] [2] [3] will grab u by the love not-only directed to alex, but to all villagers - ㄱㅋㄹ (@twitter) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7 lmao isn't this the truth] [8] [9] i wish this person has pixiv. gotta scroll, but this alex is simply pretty sweet as well.
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bonny-kookoo · 2 years
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Welcome to the Show: The Master 🔞
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Hoseok had been quiet about his desires for a while now, and no one else was willing to spill what he was into- not even himself. Until he talks to his bandmates, finally opening up to you what he really craves..
Tags/Warnings: mentions and discussion of sex work, angst, smut, protected sex,(hard) Dom!Hoseok, Sub!Reader, Orgasm control, discussions of safeword and boundaries because yes, Power exchange, sir title use, drooling, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, jungkook boner part 2
Pairing: eventual ot7 x Reader, Hoseok x Reader focus
Wordcount: a lot, please send help I had to rewrite this 5 fucking times. I'm crying. This app is fucking garbage. Not proofread. Please go easy on me this chapter almost cost me my sanity (or whatever is left of it I guess)
Taglist: broken, can't tag anybody sorry.
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Hoseok is a great dancer.
And you're happy he's slowly becoming more and more at ease with you; seemingly completely okay with you sitting in the corner of the practice room as Jungkook had asked if you wanted to come watch. Of course you'd taken the invitation- you'd be stupid not to.
While they're both definitely different in style, they both clearly know what they're doing- choreography and steps perfectly aimed, bodies both moving to the beat in ways you can only dream of being able to. It makes you wonder what lies beneath both of them; both hoseok and jungkook alike very secretive and hesitant about their desires when it came to you. Jungkook had the habit of becoming almost flustered whenever the topic came up-
But hoseok never even let you get there in the first place.
"That was great!" Hoseok chimes, happy with everything as he turns towards you. "What do you think?" He wonders, and jungkooks eyes and skin sparkle from the still drumming excitement in his veins, and the sweat resulting from it.
"I'm hardly one to judge-" you say, clapping however to keep the mood light. "-I'm glad if I don't accidentally tumble down the stairs by accident." You joke, and jungkook laughs boyishly at that, before Hoseok walks up to you, taking the water bottle at your side with a thanks and a smile.
"I think you're too harsh on yourself." He tells you, unscrewing the bottle. "Everyone can learn how to dance." He says, before taking a few sips.
"Not everyone, hobi." You laugh. "Thats like saying everyone can get a license when we know for a fact Namjoon should stay far away from a steering wheel." You tell him, and he laughs, shrugging.
"Good point." He chuckles, before he stretches. "I'll go catch some food with yoongi. You guys tagging along?" He asks, and Jungkook chimes up from the side.
"I wanted to go over some stuff though.." he pouts a little, and you smile hoseok's way.
"I'll stay with him then. Go and eat well." You tell the older Idol, patting Hoseoks leg as that's the only thing you can reach from your spot- making the rapper smile, before he winks.
It's odd- interactions with him always feel like he's not saying what he wants to say. Like he's not doing what he wants to do.
But for now, you watch jungkook dance, and record some stuff, making sure you're never in the picture to avoid major drama. He's exhausted after a while, and you've moved to lay flat on the ground, watching as he walks up to you. "Come on, let's go before they lock us in here like they almost did hobi." He chuckles, kicking your thigh with no force- but you don't move. "Yah, come on now-!" He whines, and your foot kicks him back suddenly.
"Make me." You challenge, sticking your your tongue at him as you cross your arms.
You're not aware of the kind of game you're playing with him.
His eyes become serious, as he evaluates to just throw you over his shoulder. But as soon as he moves, you're instantly laughing, trying to crawl away, as his hand wraps around your calf- pulling you back towards him, arm underneath your middle pressing your body back against his front. "You're playing with fire." He grits out almost aggressively- his hold tight, but its strangely exciting to you. You know him by now- he's not a bad person, you still feel safe even in a situation like this. So you challenge him again, pushing against his arm- but its not budging, your squirming only seeming to work in completely different ways on him, as you feel something poke your behind, a low groan coming from him. His mouth is directly next to your ear as he speaks. "Stop it."
"Why won't you do anything?" You ask, genuinely curious.
"Because I can't." He simply says, suddenly detaching himself from you as if he's the one burned now, taking his water bottle to go to the main door of the practice room. "Out. Now. Or I'll lock you in." He warns, and you oblige this time, not wanting to fuel his anger further.
Though you're not sure if his very evident boner in his pants can count as anger.
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"I can tell you; she's quite something." Yoongi mumbles as he eats, Hoseok across from him now listening intently as the rapper in front of him starts to talk. Usually, at least in the past, Yoongi hadn't talked about his experiences with any of the girls at all- kept it private, so much so that for a long time, everyone had thought that he just didn't call them up at all. "I can understand why both Namjoon and Seokjin are kind of swooned by her."
"That good?" Hoseok scoffs jokingly, as he wipes his hands on a napkin to open his bottle of soda.
"Not just the sex." His bandmate says. "Everything about her."
"I'm, honestly.. I don't know. Are they both really fine with all this?" Hoseok wonders, genuinely a little worried that this all could lead into a huge mess if feelings got involved. And as far as he can tell- they definitely are starting to play a role, if the fond words of his friend across were anything to go by.
"I tested it out, not gonna lie." Yoongi says. "Went to Joon's studio after I've been with her. Told him what went down, even hinted at you know what." He explains, hinting at his own growing fondness of you. Then, he just shrugs.
"And he just? Nothing?" Hoseok asks, as he contonues eating.
"Not really, no." He responds, shrugging yet again. "Simply said he's gonna spend the night at her's with Jin."
"You think they fought?" Hobi worries, biting into his food.
"I think they had a killer threesome, if anything." He casually responds, making Hoseok almost choke at the bluntness of the statement. "Why do you seem so shocked?"
"I just.." He mumbles to himself. "She doesn't seem like it." Yoongi knows he's not just referring to what he said. He's aware of what had happened in the past- Hoseok having been openly shamed by one of the past girls for his way of enjoying intimacy. It had taken some time for him to become more confident again- the whole ordeal having left scars however, it seems.
"She's not her." Yoongi tells him with honesty. "Trust me. Talk to her- she knows herself and her boundaries best. Hell, she even said she's interested in that whole stuff." He chuckles in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"All they know are badly written romance novels and those god awful movies Jimin forced us to watch that one time." He complains. "That's hardly a good depiction of what it is."
"Oh we talked about that movie.!" Yoongi laughs, remembering the moment clearly. "It'll be fine, Hoseok. Believe me." He however says more seriously, making his bandmate sigh.
Maybe he could give it a shot.
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"..oof." You huff, as you struggle with the grocery bags in the hallway to your apartment. It's just a little further to the elevator- but your arms are killing you, your hands already an angry red from the straps of the bag digging into your palms.
"Let me help." Jimins voice calmly states, as he takes the bags from you with ease, walking towards the elevator with you in tow.
"Thanks a lot. They're pretty heavy for me." You chuckle, rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder.
"Next time, text someone." He advises. "I'm sure Joon or Jin will gladly help. Yoongi too." He teases, and you groan dramatically as you throw your head back. "Come on, you can't expect no one to tease you about it. Must be really good if it makes them catch feelings." He jokes, and you look at him challenging.
"Well, you wouldn't know, would you?" You say. "Maybe my vagina swoons you next." You say, wiggling your eyebrows at him, and he laughs brightly, sound echoing off the walls of the elevator.
"Maybe." He says, smiling impishly. "Has Hoseok talked to you yet?" He changes the topic, getting out the elevator with you as it signals it's stop- doors opening smoothly.
"No, why?" You wonder, walking next to him towards your apartment door. He shrugs.
"Just asking. He said he was considering." He simply explains. "I'm considering, too." He admits, and you simply take it as what it is, typing in the pin to your apartment with familiar motions by now- door opening with a chime. "Maybe I'll visit you afterwards." He shrugs, placing the bags in your kitchen, as you look after him.
"Or you could stay and help me cook." You ask- and it takes a moment for Jimin as it seems like he's thinking.
"You know what?" He says, shrugging off his shoes as he smiles. "That's a great idea." He decides, and walks up to you into your kitchen where you start to put away what you won't need. "Do you cook often?"
"No, not until Jin pulled me into it." You say. "Its kind of a bonding thing almost, as weird as that sounds." You giggle, as Jimin leans against the counter.
"You're very close." He observes. "Heard something about him and Joon, you know."
"Them having sex with me? Or them growing a crush?"You joke, as you put the milk away.
"I mean- both, technically." He chuckles. "Isn't it weird for you?" He wonders, as you shrug.
"A little." You tell him. "I'm not too sure what to do, if I'm honest. I don't want to be the reason you all fight at some point."
Jimin shakes his head, moving to take over cutting some of the vegetables as he realizes what you're going to cook. "I don't think that's gonna happen." He says calmly. "Sure, this is all new, but.." he says, unfazed by it all, it seems. "..we usually figure things out. We wouldn't have made it for so long if we couldn't."
And you smile at that, feeling a little better about it all.
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It's the first time you're called to someone, instead of someone coming to you.
As you sit in hoseoks little home inside the complex, you can't help but be a little tense, though you're trying hard not to let it show. He chuckles as he places down a glass of water in front of you, before he sits down next to you. "I'm not gonna do anything today, just so you know." He says, and you look at him a little confused.
"But.. you wrote-" you start, and he nods.
"I did." He tells you. "But.. what I'd like to do requires you to feel comfortable. And right now, you're anything but that, love." He chuckles, making you blush a bit in embarrassment.
"Sorry." You mumble to yourself, but he shakes his head.
"Dont be." He says. "Yoongi said he'd mentioned something about me?"
"That you're into the bdsm-scene?" You ask, and he nods. "Yeah, he mentioned that, but not much else." You shrug, sitting more relaxed now that the pressure loosens on your shoulders. "So you're like.. a dom or something? I'm not sure what the other girls did but I'm like.. not too cool with painful stuff or something like that-"you laugh, and he smiles, though it seems forced.
"I've.. tried before, but the past girls weren't too happy about any of the things I suggested or wanted." He admits. "So, that's why I've been a bit.. hesitant to reach out to you."
"I uh-" you start, turning a bit more towards him. "I'm not going to judge you or like, think you're a bad person or anything." You tell him. "I mean, I know about spanking, choking and all that stuff-" you giggle.
"What about orgasm control?" He asks, leaning back a little as his eyes turn a bit darker. "Spanking is the tamest thing I'd want to do to you." He explains, and you can't help but be affected by it a little.
"What.. would you like to do then?" You ask, and he clearly notices your interest with a small grin.
"It depends on how good you can be for me." He mumbles, his deep voice making you a bit restless. "Oh? Into dirty talk, are we?" He smirks, clearly relaxing now as he has his fun with you. "Makes me wonder.. how was your time with Joon and Jin, hm?" He asks, and you instantly turn red at the memory of.. well, that night.
How you had let yourself be swept away by them, how you'd done things you would've never done before.
"You like to please, don't you?" He asks, hand reaching out as he tests the waters; fingers holding your chin, before his thumb runs over your bottom lip. Looking at you like that, his mind instantly paints a picture of you on your knees between his legs, his length tucked away between your lips, as deep as he can go. Would you gag? Would you surprise him and take it?
How far would you let him go?
"I don't want to just be on top, or call the shots." He explains finally.
"I'll be your slave then." You mumble before you can stop yourself, and he freezes for a moment, before he moves to push himself over you on his couch, hands grabbing your wrists as he holds them above your head.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?" He asks amused, leaning back a little before he continues talking. "Don't get me wrong, I love how you say that- but lets do this properly, okay?" He requests, making you nod as you sit a bit straighter, trying not to feel embarrassed. "I'll send you some stuff today after we ate something. Please take all the time you need to answer my questions truthfully- I'd rather have you want something genuinely than have you agree to something in the heat of the moment just for you to regret it later." He explains to you, and you nod after a moment. He's a lot more level-headed than you are it seems, and you're thankful for that.
"Alright!" He claps to ease the mood a little, big grin on his face. "Now lets order some food!"
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His questions were both more and less than you've expected. Thinking about it now, you don't even know what you've expected in the first place.
Some things were exciting to imagine. Some other things made you uncomfortable- and you were quick to let him know whenever that was the case. He'd always just reassure you straight after, and it did help a lot with your nerves. He'd also sometimes not text for a few hours- and you assumed it was to give you some time to not think about it all, so you wouldn't get so hyper-focused on it.
He's a good man, you think.
So when you're finally at his place again, dressed in a comfortable long sweater and shorts, it's not at all as nerve-wrecking as its been before. No, you know what to expect, and at the same time you don't- its odd. You just know you can trust him, that he won't do anything outside of your discussed boundaries, and at the same time, there's an underlying curiousity about what he might do with you.
He's calm as you both simply settle for a moment, drinking something warm, before he deems the moment right to start. "Can you stand in front of the bed for me?" He asks, and you nod- easily walking into his bedroom, facing the bed while you patiently wait for him. You can hear something move and clink around in the kitchen- probably him cleaning up, before he walks into the room with you, door closing with a soft click. He doesn't say anything for a good moment- simply walking around a bit behind you, before his hands move to gently lay themselves onto your bare upper arms, thumbs running over your skin. "Thank you for facing the bed." He says.
"why thank you?" You wonder, making him chuckle a bit as his hands wander- simply mapping out your body it seems, very tame movements never straying somewhere considered indecent for now.
"Because it shows that you trust me enough to turn your back towards me." He simply answers. "That means a lot to a man like me." He explains. "To someone in my position, so to say." You simply nod at that, enjoying his attention on you for the moment. "Are you always this eager to please?" He wonders, and you shrug- earning a reaction from him that shows off his displeasure at your non-vocal answer to him, something he'd told you he doesn't like. "What was that?" He asks, hands holding onto your arms a bit tighter as his voice sounds more serious now.
"I'm sorry." You apologize. "I'm.. not sure? I like to think of myself as someone who likes to help. I don't really do it to get praise or anything like that." You answer, trying to explain your own spot in that whole discussion.
"Hm." He simply hums out, moving a bit closer now as he hugs you from behind- slowly moving more and more into your personal space, taking up more and more of you. "But that doesn't mean you don't enjoy it?" He teases a bit.
"It.. I guess it doesn't happen too much, so I can't really say I do or I don't." You answer, making him lean his chin on your shoulder.
"A shame, really." He muses, hands now moving over your body- taking the fabric of your sweater with them, slowly moving underneath. "You should be praised and complimented." He tells you, and you simply nod, making him chuckle. "You're adorable." He says, making you smile even wider. It's odd- how comfortable you feel with him, so much so that you can't imagine anyone ever thinking badly of him. Sure, he definitely sees the whole act of sex a little differently- but it's not a bad take at all.
His hands slowly remove your sweater, and you voluntarily lift your arms to help with the effort. You can't see it, but his eyes are focused; not only on the skin uncovered, but you, as a person. As someone with his personal interests, he trives off of trust; he feeds off of not only the powerplay, but the way someone relies on him, lets themselves fall into his hands.
And you're falling freely right now.
"Place your hands behind your back for me." He requests calmly, and you do so instantly without hesitation. You're not too sure what he's doing since you can't see him- and neither do you think you should turn around now, but when you feel silky material wrap around your wrists, you know what he's doing. And while you should feel worried- you don't. Its Hoseok- he knows what he's doing.
You trust him.
"Do you remember your safe word?" He asks you, pushing your elbows together a little to make you arch your back. You breath out, eyes closed, as you rest your head against the front of his body.
"Red." You say.
"Good girl." He praises, amused to see the smile tugging on the corner of your lips. He likes that you're so responsive to simple words from him- but at the same time, he feels as if things like this shouldn't affect you this much. You should be used to be treated fondly like this, it shouldn't be something so unusual. "Take that off for me." He demands, after his fingers let go of the hem of your cotton shorts and panties. "Both of it." He makes it clear.
Its quite amusing to watch you struggle a little.
You stumble a little, tripping over your own two feet, and he's quick to hold onto one of your forearms to steady you again- though its not without a chuckle from his side. You finish your task however after this, kicking them off to the sides as you stand up straight again. "you know.." he mumbles, hands now back on your body as he simply let's his fingers travel down the length of your forearms, before they rest on your hips. "you're really pretty." he praises, and you look down. "no- really. You'll see what I mean soon enough." he promises, a kiss against your neck as you close your eyes.
"Hobi.." you whine, unsure what you're asking for- and he simply walks around you, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"I'm all yours." he teases, well aware that you're currently thinking hard how to do what you want with your hands still bound behind your back. It's frustrating, but also exciting- you want to impress him, please him, make him praise you more. "hm, I'll go easy on you this time, because it's our first time together. Tell me what you want." he asks of you, and you lick your lips, before you slowly maneuver yourself onto your knees in front of him, your head resting on his knee.
It's in the moment of you, in between his legs mouth opened and tongue out waiting obediently, that he understands.
It's not just the willingness of you, but the fact that you let yourself be handled thia way, your trust placed into his opened hands, no judgement or ulterior motive behind your actions. There's been a debate between the guys going on for years now- everyone having slightly different opinions on what's intimacy, and what's just sex. For Hoseok, this is intimacy; it's the way you give yourself to him, genuine trust, genuine interest in him as a person, not just the paycheck you receive at the end of the month.
His hand is gentle on the back of your neck, guiding, but never forcing. You look oddly beautiful like this, obscenely so, as you look up at him with your eyes, he can't help but smile, head falling back in bliss at the feel of your tongue and mouth around his length. It fuels your confidence in your actions, though you do occasionally forget that your hands are bound behind your back, useless in aiding you in any way.
But he's sure you don't need them anyway.
He becomes a bit more vocal the closer he gets- hand now on the back of your head, grabbing your hair but never too painfully so. Only when he cums does he actively hold you in place, groaning when you swallow around him, never complaining and never trying to pull away- only after a moment, when you whine a bit to gain his attention. "Fuck." he chuckles out, wiping your bottom lip before he turns you around, untying your hands. "your hands are mine, understood?" he asks, and you nod.
"yes sir." you reply like second nature, and he smiles at that, before laying on his back on the bed.
"come here." he demands, helping you to situate yourself above his face, before he grabs your wrists, holding you hostage yet again. You don't mind however- if anything, you felt oddly abandoned without anything to hold you in place. "good girl." he praises, before he starts to eat you out, tongue eagerly lapping at your core and clit, making you jump a bit occasionally. "don't you jump away from me." he warns, before diving back in, resulting in you starting to sigh out in pleasure.
He's got a secure hold on you, leaving you no way of escape- not like you'd ever want to anyway. With the way he's being with you, you can't help but feel a little daring however. How far will he let you go? How much will he let you get away with? How strict is he really?
He'd warned you beforehand, and you know any punishment you might receive is something you'd agreed to.
Sou you start to grind on his face once, twice, ignoring the way his hold tightens-
Until he's gone, standing up from the bed before his hand pushes you into the pillows below. you don't stay there long- his hand holding onto your hair, forcing you to lift your head. You can't help but let a sound slip at the faint sting and obvious display of dominance you're experiencing.
"are you testing me, darling?" he wonders, voice no longer warm and gentle. It's icy, cold and let's goosebumps form on your skin. You almost forget to answer him, but a tug on your hair reminds you of his rules.
"n-no sir." you say, and he clicks his tongue before he let's your head fall down.
"ass up darling, I'm done playing nice." he demands, leaving no room for arguments as you clumsily move your knees to rest on the mattress, your behind high in the air while your from stays on the bed.
"I got this one from Jiminie. He said it's one of his more.. Boring one's.." he says, walking back to the bed eith his one in one hand, and an object in the other you can't see from your point of view. "but it'll do just fine for this specific occasion." he hums, before he runs the object through your slick folds, covering it in your juices before he slips it inside.
Something rests on your clit while the other part sits heavily inside you-
And then it starts buzzing, making you buck your hips a little. Hoseok simply chuckles at that, sitting down on a chair on the side, phone still in hand while he watches you. You're glad he let's you get away with the way your hips move, because you're sure you'd never be able to stay in position for this long in a situation like this.
It's all fun and games, a good amount of pleasure as your orgasm runs through you, and you're not sure why he's said it's a punishment- until the buzzing intensifies, vibrations more rough and less warm inside you.
It's like a shock of cold water, making you yelp as your hips move erratically, unable to decide if it's pleasure or too much to take. Hoseok however laughs at your very obscene moans, mouth wide open while your toes curl. The man in the corner is lazily stroking himself at the sight of you struggling, enjoying the view of your arousal dripping down, running down your thigh, thighs trembling.
You're truly beautiful.
He also spots the moment overstimulation turns into a chase for the next high, spine arching and hips rutting into nothingness to reach your new high. And then- it's all gone.
"no- n-no no please-" you beg, anxiously whimpering as you still move, tears stinging in your eyes at your ruined orgasm.
"this is what you get for trying to play dirty with me." he chuckles darkly from the side, his own hand still casually pleasuring himself as if to mock you. "every bit of pleasure. Every drop of sweat on your skin." he says darkly. "and every orgasm, is mine. Understood?" he asks, and you nod desperately.
"yes sir, it's yours, all yours-" you say, choking on your tears a bit. "please-"
"see?" he smiles devilishly in the corner, finger moving to hover over the touchscreen of his phone. "good manners get you far, darling." he sings, as he taps the screen, and the toy buzzes again, your sensitive core reacting accordingly.
Your mouth is wide open, your eyes roll back, you don't care anymore how you look or what you sound like as you even drool a little into the pillows below.
This high is higher than anything you've ever felt before.
It sets something off inside you, release staining the bed below and the insides of your thighs as the toy slips out, tumbling down the bed and onto the floor- hoseok's hand replacing it as he helps you ride it all out more gently than before.
Only then does he help you lay on your side, body exhausted, mind a mess. He sits down close to you, let's you cling onto his sitting form, arms finally freed by him and free to hold onto him, your head in his lap. "good job darling, you're so beautiful you know that?" he praises, and you simply wrap yourself around him closer, his palm running over the length of your back, up and down. "take all the time you need sweetheart. You've done so good." he hums gently, a complete contrast to his rather dark tone he'd used before.
When you wake up, it's dark outside, and you feel oddly clean- though your muscles ache a little.
He's asleep next to you, sleeping soundly while you think about it all. Eas this what he'd craved, needed, wanted? Or did he hold back for your sake, just to make sure you don't resent him like others have in the past?
You'd never.
He's a good man, with a lot of pressure on his shoulder, and good ambitions. He deserves to let go like this, deserves to be in control if it's what helps him relax. You don't mind it all-
For now crawling closer to him, his arms almost instinctively wrapping around you in his sleep.
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"Hobi-hyung really did a number on you, didn't he?" Jimin teases lowly behind you in the elevator, while Taehyung chuckles with his distinctive way. "oh he did!" Jimin exclaims as you blush, ears turning red at the memory. "no wonder he was so easy on us today at practice!" he laughs, while Taehyung reaches out to play with your hair a little, making you shiver.
"should've heard her." he mumbles, shirking at you. "she's got a real pretty voice." he praises, and jimin whines.
"unfair, you could've sent me a voice note of it or something." he complaints playfully, before the elevator doors open, Taehyung walking out without looking back. Jimin however turns, smirking devilishly at you while he waves. "can't wait to play with you soon." he sings almost, winking before the metal doors close, elevator moving to bring you home.
And you're left to think;
What does he have in store for you?
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monstersinthecosmos · 5 months
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HI <3 Sheith VC anon here back with a very humble request. So I've read TVL and am currently reading QoTD, just finished the Devil's Minion chapter (oH mY gOD my HEART). I'm going through the books a bit slowly bc life stuff, but I have sooooo many thoughts and feelings and feel like I need to read lots of fic to work through it LOL. I would love it if you could rec me some (or tons of!) fics that wouldn't give me (m)any spoilers re: stuff that happens after this point in the series. I realize this might be a kind of hard/maybe impossible request because a lot of those spoilers would be referring to things that chronologically would have taken place prior to DM for instance, but I'm so starved I thought I might ask just in case! I'm not suuuper partial to any specific ships (Lestat/Louis is a bit boring IMO 😭 but I love them so I'll take it) and I don't have any NOTPs, so I'm down to read pretty much anything (esp if it's spicy and/or hurts my heart and/or features Armand lmao). Totally fine if this is too much trouble or if it turns out to be an impossible ask indeed; thank you in advance anyway! AND THANK YOU AGAIN for introducing me to these brain-rotting books lol I spend like half my waking hours thinking about Armand now.
SHGKJALDS I SPEND HALF MY WAKING HOURS THINKING ABOUT ARMAND TOO SINCE LIKE THE YEAR 2000 LMFAO im so glad you see!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GET IT MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So babe tbh the reason I started writing Armand/Daniel fic at all is because there really ... isn't that much? And I was like GUESS I GOTTA FUCKIN COOK FOR MYSELF. So tbh I haven't actually read a ton of VC fic at all. The otp:true filter for them on AO3 (excluding TVverse fics) only has 237 fics hdkjgalds but you can start here LOL. I think for the most part you'll be able to tell in the tags if it's post-QOTD because people usually will tag like "post canon" or "Prince Lestat Era"; for QOTD fics check for a Devil's Minion/Devil's Minion Era tag. I don't always remember to tag my own fics but my only post-canon D/A fic is called "In the Trials of the Heart" and all my others are Devil's Minion era and shouldn't spoil anything ! Be aware that the TV fandom and book fandom sometimes overlap so there might be stray TV fics in the book tag; it won't spoil anything bc the TV canon is a completely different story, but it might not make sense if you jump in to read it. So without actual fic recs I'll share some authors that I really trust!! Have a look through their VC fics!!!!!!!
apoptoses (pervert extraordinaire 10/10, all the D/A fics are Devil's Minion era except for Blood Sanation so go nuts!) covenofthearticulate (this is Ash, she actually writes Loustat & Louis/Armand mostly but she's so smart and I trust her so much!!!!) Diabolus_Invictus HekateInHell (writes a lot of Lestat/Armand and also has a human AU called Our House that I'm obsessed with!) ImhereImQuire Nothing_But_Paisley rainandcoffee (if you're sick of all of our doom&gloom you can find fluff and lightness here!) whisperbird (just one VC fic but I think about it every day of my life I love it)
Whenever I remember I try to post VC fics that I do read, kinda like how Sheith fandom does Wednesday Fics, I try to tag #VCFicFriday so try there too!
Anyway if anyone wants to add to this post and share recs PLEASE DO I actually am not a great fic reader bc my attention span sucks and I'm picky about canon compliant porn LOL! But help our new friend out if you want to share any!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hi. I want to thank you for your amazing characterization of Jon and Sansa in your stories, time and time again. I love the way you take elements of who they are in canon universe and mold them or enhance them to make so much sense in the modern universes you create. I especially love the way you've done this in Across the Universe. This Jon isn't perfect or endlessly patient, no one ever is, but he's done a lot of growing and healing in his own life, enough to be able to tell Sansa what she needs to hear when it really counts. That's beautiful. And this Sansa. Oh. My. Goodness. I could say I love her a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough. I'm so impressed by how you've written her, how her flaws make so much sense given her past, how they manifest in different but complimentary ways, how she's self-aware but still struggling... *sigh* I went back and forth on sending this anonymously or under my name. I'm going with anonymously because I want to say that I was raised by an emotionally immature, narcissistic mother. That's like Lysa, but otherwise my past is very different from your Sansa's. Additionally, the unhealthy coping mechanisms I developed as a result of my mother's influence show up differently in my life than Sansa's unhealthy coping mechanisms show up in her life. But the underlying thinking? Feeling inherently bad? Worrying someone's kindness won't last? Switching between putting pressure on yourself to be perfect and resenting and resisting that pressure? Not being confident about who you even are? I relate. (I've done a lot of my own growing and healing, like Jon, so don't worry about me too much. But I need to say all that to make the rest clear.) So I'm thankful you've written Sansa this way. It's a relief that someone gets it, you know? You let her be flawed, let her struggle in these ways, and let her be declared good (and loved) anyway. I'm relishing it, and I thought you deserved to know. ❤
Anonnnnn you're making me cry.
I don't really know how to respond to this. I'll start by saying I'm sorry that that's something you had to deal with, but I'm glad you've been able to process and work through some of it.
I think when I write, what's important for me is that trauma like this isn't used as a Sad Backstory and then discarded halfway through. Am I saying I think my writing perfectly handles it? No, but I do try to write it as best I can, especially when the trauma isn't my personal trauma.
And is it realistic that Jon, at 21, responds this maturely, even though he's been through a lot? Maybe not. But while I do try to be somewhat realistic about things, I think I like to write a sort of optimistic realism, because that's what I want to read. I want to know that you can heal from the things that hurt you and be forgiven for the things you did wrong. Will you always be in real life? No, maybe not. But I think we all want those things and that's what I like to write.
I don't really know what else to say, even though this answer feels inadequate. But thank you for this. I was just talking earlier with a friend about how I hope I can help people who read my stuff, even just a little, even if it's just providing a chapter's-worth of boredom relief. But whenever I get personal messages like this, I always feel like I turn into a bumbling, sappy idiot. Being sappy IRL is so difficult for me, so it's nice that it's easier here.
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burning-sol · 4 months
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Me thinking about how Ayva joined the crew like oughghgh. I think maybe me and Twigg has had a different image of how it happens, and I've never really talked about how I conceptualised it, SO HERE IS A POST FOR YOU.
So Ayva and the Riptide Pirates first came in contact at Joaldo. Ayva is very firmly on the side of the Navy and actually sets fire to the boats of the pirates to trap them on the island and leave them stranded, like they're NOT playing around here, it's all bad vibes. A lot of panic sets in but Gillion is like. Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep, and with the big fuck you power of Destiny is able to put it out.
Ayva and Gillion basically just lock eyes and get in a fight, and it's really intense, but Gillion notices that Ayva isn't really.. Evil. Listen, he checked, and for a split second he saw kind eyes, and he is therefore legally obligated to give Ayva a chance to redeem themselves. This makes Ayva even angrier and she looks right about to maybe kill him, but while they've been distracted the pirates have organised their getaway, and Chip intervenes to drag Gillion away. Ayva thinks about stopping them but Gillion's words did hit her in a certain way, and they just decide to leave them be, letting the pirates get away. Ayva basically tells themselves that the Navy took over Joaldo anyways, which was the goal, so it doesn't matter (the first stage is denial).
Ayva probably takes the opportunity to interrogate people to try and find out more details about Jay's death, but it doesn't get them anywhere, and they're just left thinking while they get everything in order at Joaldo. Gillion's words have definitely had an affect on her, and it starts to sink in that Ayva hasn't been getting anywhere with their current strategy. Ayva thinks a lot before having the brilliant idea that they SHOULD take up Gillion on his word, and just fucking infiltrate the pirates!! Uh oh!!! So Ayva tracks down the Riptide Pirates!!!!! UH OH!!!!!
Ayva ditches the Navy without telling anyone the reason why except their family, so RAFT is basically having some... Internal issues while they try to cope with the disappearance of a pretty important Navy figure. Surely this will have no consequences later (KIRA......)
Anyways, Ayva catches up with Gillion and Chip and is like, "Oh hey, you really changed my mind and I realised the Navy is bad, you should make me a part of your crew." It's super sus but news has already spread about Ayva ditching the Navy, so it is a bit more believable. Gillion is like, "Wow, this is great, I'm glad you changed your mind!! Sure!!!" but Chip is soooo suspicious. For obvious reasons. And he is right. But Gillion manages to convince Chip that they should give Ayva a chance, so Chip reluctantly agrees. Do you want to add Ayva to your crew? WARNING: the following decision may have significant consequences.
Anyways, yeag, so then they proceed to go on some fun adventures. I'm aware if we went by the original timeline there wouldn't be that much time for them to bond, so events are probably shuffled around or maybe some original stuff is added.. But yeag, basically they get to have a lot of fun, do some stupid shit, and Ayva's weakness is revealed. Gillion shows that he really trusts Ayva and gives her the third necklace from Desire Island that him and Chip hadn't known what to do with, and Ayva realises just how fucked they are. Whenever Ayva thinks of them getting hurt, she's scared, because they don't want them to die like Jay. Ayva is really attached to the crew, and so they know they have a really difficult decision ahead of them.
THE BLOCK MAN THE BLOCK..
Okay so this is closing the end of this little tangent. But I think in the room where the Albatrio had initially spilt their secrets, Ayva also doesn't answer what her biggest secret is, but for a different reason. Ayva doesn't usually freeze up, but probably the biggest ultimatum of their entire life is flashing right before their eyes and they don't know how they're meant to deal with that, so she doesn't say anything. Chip gets REALLY mad at Ayva, he still doesn't entirely trust them and this basically just affirms his mistrust, but Ayva doesn't even say much of anything. She just becomes quiet and they keep to themselves.
When Jayson comes out, and the truth comes out about what had been Ayva's intentions, Gillion is just destroyed and Chip is ready to ditch her. Jayson tells Ayva to leave the pirates behind and to come back to the Navy, and Ayva is still quiet. And then Ayva is just like "FUCK YOU" and 1v1s their dad and tries to beat the shit out of him. Gillion and Chip get the most intense whiplash of their life as Ayva is just absolutely trying to knock out their dad, Gillion is left pogging and champing and Chip is staring like so surprised. Anyways, FUCK JAYSON, they escape the BLOCK and Ayva is undeniably a fucking Riptide Pirate now.
Chip and Ayva have not been getting along, but yo Chip daps Ayva up because that was the most METAL shit that's ever happened. And Ayva is so like utterly done with the Navy man, they're not going to let anyone hurt her boyz, they're her boyz.
Anyways, yeah. Hope that helps contextualise this post.
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I have to confess. Whenever i am feeling very deeply self consious or afraid that a headcanon or a thought on media i have is getting Too out there or "Edgelordy" or even just reading too deep into something I go and look back at the tarble darvo post again and i feel a . Well serenity isnt quite how id put it but i genuinely mean when i say I aspire to your level of confidence in just putting completely off the walls stuff Out There and being aware its not gonna be everyones cup of tea and accepting that. You have majorly affected how i go about approaching media and stuff and while i dont know if its better for fandoms im in as a whole its better for me i think and thats what matters. I hope this is getting across right i mean this very positively. I think more people should have the audacity you have and i have GOT to internalize this
MY DEAR...
I was being all sleepy and small this morning and eventually I got on my phone and I saw this ask and it made me BOUND out of bed like the grandspa in the charlie chonka chocolate factory movie . Suddenly and conveniently rejuvenated.
I DIDN'T THINK THAT ANYBODY SAW THAT POST !??! But I don't know why I would think that becasue I just checked and it has 18 notes and even a reblog that isn't from me (from a user whom i appreciate tremendously and who interacts with my freakish posts when no one else does...)
SO GLAD THAT YOU SAW THAT POST & THAT IT IS HELPING YOU!!!
I agree with what you say. I LOVE HOW YOU'VE SAID IT. I also want to specifically add that it's important to have the freedom to express whatever is in your head. It's good to be self-aware that you're being "Edgelordy" if it means accepting how people will take it, but also, like, I would even advocate for acknowledging it as self-expression before you even give it judgement.
It's important to be OFF THE WALL CRAZZAY !!!
I don't mean to sound like I know what I'm talking about however ... I just make posts. I love to do it. And that's fine.
But yeah. I REALLY RESPECT & APPRECIATE what you're aspiring to be and I'm REALLY GLAD at how your thinking has changed thus far!!!
Go on ahead and internalize it. Audacity IS authenticity. Say what's in your beautiful mind <3
I don't want to come across all sanctimonious on dragonball blog but I can't help it it just comes so naturally to me so I'll keep going...
I understand feeling afraid & self-conscious and there are a lot of interesting things that can come from an exploration of those feelings. Sometimes it's best to stay quiet if you cannot with your better conscious justify a comment and feel safe with yourself after. But most of the time it's the fear of rejection that perpetuates conformity innit. And well that's no way to live. I promise that you're allowed to explore edgy ideas and that you're strong enough to withstand others' distaste. Because you are not required to heed a response that does not facilitate discussion or thought. Others' feelings are not your responsibility. And also plenty of people will like or respect what you say as well..!
Rules to live by: 1. Do whatever you want. 2. Be able to tolerate or protect yourself from others' doing whatever they want.
There is no meaningful discussion of art and life at large if one cannot discuss with an open mind and application of those principles starts HERE on dragon ball tumblr NOW!!!
It normally isn't my way to be so black/white assertive like that bc I think that all things have value but IDK I just wanted to make the strong point....
Thank you. I CANT SAY THAT ENOUGH!! This ask is so good. THANK YOU!! Good luck. And stay gorgeous <3
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You are welcome to not post this publicly, if you don’t want to, it is positive, IMO, but you’re welcome to not post it!
Hey, so I wanted to warn you about something because without this knowledge, it could look like I am expecting/demanding your time. Every time I get involved in a new fandom, my brain explodes, and I write a ridiculous amount in a very short period of time. When I got involved with MCU at first, I wrote something absurd like 300,000 words in two months.
My brain has decided Tumblr is a new fandom. It has decided that I am going to want to write a whole bunch of Doctor Strange. This is no one’s obligation but my own, and I will likely post a lot of stuff.  I am self-aware and I recognize that this could look like I am trying to write a whole bunch of stuff to make someone like me. I would certainly like people to like me, but that is unrelated to the explosion of fic!  I do not want to add to your stress, so that is why I am being extra weird and sending you this, just in case.
I hope you have a good day, I hope I can add to you having a good day. I wish I was not So Extra, except for the part where I get to be really productive.
Well, first of all, I already really, really like you, so no fear there of trying to ingratiate yourself! You're there, babe.💙🥰
😉Normally, I could get slightly jealous of someone being able to write 300,000 words in two freakin' months...but how can I?!!? You're an amazing writer, and as a fellow author I am thrilled for you to have such ease and sparkling productivity. If you have any kind of magic dust to share, please sprinkle it on me now?😄 And do keep being So Extra, because from my perspective you are a pure delight so far.
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Fair warning, I always have every intent to keep up with my friends' works, but my fuzzy brain gets either 1) easily dustracted by shiny objects or something that appeals to my tendency to run away from Reality or 2) my real world problems come calling, and calling hard, so that I get mired in fear & depression, and thus can't see much beyond the end of my own nose. Full disclosure, I have dozens & dozens of fics saved in my Drafts with the intent to read, and rarely manage to make a dent.
We are simpatico if you can understand my flaws in this arena. I'm already so glad that our paths crossed that I get a little boost of happiness whenever I see you interact with anything on my blog. So whatever you're doing, and whatever you have in mind, please dont stop.
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(important PS  as I’m in a shadow ban limbo/ongoing tumblr ‘glitch, I won’t show up in your notifications; you won’t see my likes or reblogs--and I can’t reply on posts, including my own; just fyi)
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amberrskiies · 2 years
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What the Side Characters Think of Amber :
Diavolo
She's one of the most enthusiastic students I have seen throughout the Exchange Program. She does really well in her classes despite not knowing much in the beginning but she was able to handle it with a few errors. I'm glad she enjoyed staying here in the Devildom with us. Her presence is very welcoming to us all.
I'm glad the brothers are also fond of her ^^
Barbatos
Well she can be pretty childish but she's pretty responsible as well. She seems to enjoy the tea I make or anything for that matter. Sometimes she would bring me different kinds of tea from the Human World and it's nice. I must say she has no reason to feel intimidated by me but I can see where she is coming from since time is a dangerous thing.
I do however feel bad for what happened to her in the past...
Simeon
I find her rather amusing and I'm glad Luke is fond of her as much as I am. She's pretty much into TSL and I'm glad to get a really nice feedback from her about the series. I'm honestly surprised Lucifer likes her presence even though he may show irritation because of her acts but at least things are good. I find her art skills very nice and she's very good at it too.
I wonder what made her passionate for being an artist.
Luke
I really like her! She always hangs out with me whenever I ask her if she wants to join me for baking treats and stuff. Barbatos or Simeon helps us out at times but it's mostly me and her. She's like an older sister to me. Sometimes I wonder if she's an angel in disguise but she told me many times she isn't. I don't really like how she stays with demons and the fact she possibly likes one of them but whatever makes her happy.
Also I like her for not calling me a chihuahua :3
Solomon
She's a very good apprentice of mine. She's pretty eager to learn magic and is a fast learner too. Though I must say she has a lot of questions for me even if she doesn't ask them personally. I mean I guess I piqued her interest a lot more since I am an immortal sorcerer who has 72 demon pacts. Yes I am practically aware of the interesting nickname she gave me as well. Not that I have anything against it.
Also she doesn't have to know why I don't have at least one child even if I had many wives in the past since it's something she shouldn't concern herself with -_-
Thirteen
My Bestie! I love her friendship as much as I love mine with hers. I am glad that I'm her classmate and her friend besides the old man himself. Her smile is enough to make my day along with everyone else's. What makes me surprised is how calmly she handles somethings and how she deals with the Demon Brothers themselves. One time I heard she was trying to drag Leviathan out of his room and the house but failed after a few. She still hasn't given up yet and is pretty determined. It's cute.
Wait people say I look like a lizard-?
Raphael
Oh you mean the Human exchange student? Well before I met her personally, people said she was very enthusiastic, childish at times, smart and responsible. Though when I first met her she didn't show much enthusiasm but she did smile and was happy to meet someone new. I guess you could say, it was nice meeting her for the first time but I don't know much about her but at least we're well acquainted.
She also made me my favorite dish which I'm guessing Luke or Simeon told her about so it's nice of her for making me food :)
Mephistopheles
If I could call her annoying I would but unfortunately I would be lying if I said that. She's pretty much okay in my book. I'll give her points for actually liking the princess Diavolo stickers and all. Apparently she does pranks against Lucifer with Satan and Belphegor? Sounds fun, she should invite me to these so I can see for myself. I would have to say I don't know much other than the usual enthusiasm, smartness and other stuff she is known for but we're well acquainted.
Wait did she seriously say that my hair color reminds her of an eggplant-?
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is this god finally giving me an ultimatum to just get myself an AO3 account after having lurked on the site anonymously since I was 13, if so then divine intervention fr
I cannot believe I will be able to put actual bookmarks and maybe even get notified if fics get updated instead of constantly checking 70 open tabs (which btw is how I found out I cannot access your stuff anymore and I had a literally heart attack for a second)
there’s literally no other who could force my hand like this and bebe the way I broke into cold sweat the second I realised I could not access switch anymore, you literally got me wrapped around your pinkie 😭 I hope you are aware of the power you’re wielding
on a more serious note, once I checked here to see what was going on, I was so furious… who pulls shit like that and ends up being such an asshole about it
there’s translating fics WITH PERMISSION to make them more accessible, and there’s being a kleptomaniac cunt with zero self awareness and even less remorse
I am ready to throw hands whenever you need me to, we are all taking this very personally! how dare anyone disrespect artist like this
I am really glad you and ris found out and managed to intervene… I am so sorry you have to go through this… sharing your work with such a wide audience should not be taken for granted so pls proceed with your work the way you feel most comfortable (even though it will be very painful for a lot of us but if we have to wait so be it, your feelings should definitely be the priority)
AHAHAHAHA omg lol ! Ur so funny I love it, ur truly iconic for that but also I genuinely don't understand how u did it, that'd drive me nuts lol !!Ugh omgg switch ! I know that's the biggest blow I think ! But i agree, it's the audacity and arrogance like fuck right off! I'm laughing about 'kleptomaniac cunt' tho lmfaoo i love u 😂 The reason I have such a hard time with it tho is bc yeah like this person doesn't see fics the same as art or anything they don't give a fuck bc it's a lesser form of creativity to a lot of ppl and it sucks :( But thank u so much for ur support bb!! 💗💗 THE TIME FOR AN AO3 ACCOUNT IS APPARENTLY NOW LOL !! I think I'll start with unhiding Magic Mayhem and see how I feel later about the rest of them !
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bunny-rambles · 10 months
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hi. uhm.
i'm aware i totally disappeared but to be fair i kinda did so on the entire platform lmao. as per january i am, indeed, working full time all the while still having to go to uni! so ahah there's that.
it's just that today it's a very boring day at work, so yeah, i felt like checking up on you? is that weird?
in any case, how do you do? i hope those months have treated you well.
as per me, i am officially a c1 scaramouche haver currently waiting on his rerun to maybe get c2 — i was super lucky with my pulls btw, got my first copy on my first ten pull ahah
i still try to play genshin in my breaks from work, and my biggest pride and joy is the fact that my sumeru teapot is thriving.
i wish i had some fun facts to share, but my life has been pretty boring since i started working - unless my clients really fuck up when writing their requests to me, nothing funny ever happens. oh, but today i'll be going with a friend to do a full-night reading of one of the greatest fics that has ever written by an italian author, so that's good ig! also my obsession with bungou stray dogs kicked in again so that's all i'm thinking about 24/7 rn your italian word of the day, it's "nostalgia" — it's written exactly like in english, but the pronounciation is different. there's even a funny italian song with this word in it! in english it would say something along the lines of "nostalgia, nostalgia, what a bitch" (scaramouche might like it, but it's way too bubbly a song for him — if he ever met kazuha tho, i'm sure he'd sing it for him)
i wish you all well! i hope to be able to hear (read, mayhaps?) your stories again
sending a strong hug, tvb <3
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hello dear,
it’s been a while, hasn’t it? we both kind of went off the deep end and disappeared for a little bit.
I know you wrote this a while ago, but I’m going to answer it anyway, and I hope you’re still around to read it.
it’s not weird, no. I’ve wanted to know what you’ve been up to, and I’m glad you have a job and seem to be doing well.
I have had many ups and downs over these months, and at the moment I’m in a bit of a limbo. I don’t know how I feel. But summers soon, so I guess I don’t have to think much about that, and I can just enjoy the nice weather (which is rare here)
nice, join the c1 club :,) I’m so happy you managed to get him, he’s very fun to play and he’s probably never leaving my team. Maybe at some point I’ll have to drop by to see your teapot, hm?
Boring can be nice sometimes. At least things are stable, and peaceful. And I’m glad you still have friends to do those things with. I’m really happy for you.
That song does definitely feel like it would suit our baby Scara, and agreed, nostalgia can be such a bitch.
You can read some stuff from me whenever you like, I believe there’s three new things or so (?) that are in the masterlist, if you want to go see. But no pressure, they’ll always be there whenever you decide to read them again.
Ti voglio bene, berry 🩵
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dip-the-stick · 1 year
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Feel free to ignore!! I just saw your post I wanted to reply (on anon bc i'm shy) I've seen the gay panic response used in like, relation to crimes, but I have been seeing it used like that less and less. There's been pushes in some areas to make it so it's not considered an acceptable defense under any circumstances, so hopefully one day that usage of the term will just be piece of history. For years though, I've far more frequently heard it used in a positive light. Like specifically, that moment of panic when you realize you have queer feelings for someone, whether it's a crush or just seeing someone so attractive you start fumbling your words. Like, at least 95% of the times I've heard the phrase in my entire life has been this sort of context, both online and offline. I think it's a matter of like People want to reclaim what's been used against them, and turn something that's ugly into something beautiful And there are people who'll only know it in those more positive context and not realize some people still remember are still uncomfortable with it Those who have the right to want to reclaim it have every right But it's still reasonable that some people are uncomfortable with it and those feelings are valid too And that always gets a little complicated because people can feel very differently and very strongly about it but neither side is wrong about it I think those who have taken it to be something positive and meaningful to them are okay to do so, but if they encounter someone who communicates that they personally aren't comfortable with it, they don't have to stop using the term but should be mindful around those who would prefer not to hear it I know some slurs I technically have the right to reclaim but I still am uncomfortable with them, but I also don't blame those in my community who want to reclaim them despite my own discomfort It feels like it's a similar situation If that makes any sense?
( this is abt this post btw)
Yes! this is mostly the sort of thing i was thinking of before making that post tbh. for most of my life i had no idea where the term originated and had only heard its positive connotation, so i would use it whenever i saw a pretty girl at the grocery store and suddenly i didnt know how to form words
but bc i recently learned the original meaning and how people have used it to defend themselves for killing queer people in the past, i just started thinking abt it and whether or not other ppl knew about it. its fucking horrible that its still legal some places i did not know that idk why i thought things would be better now so that sucks.
anyways, i think its rlly great that younger queers or just people who weren't aware of it while it was at its height dont really have the harmful connotation in their minds when they use the term. im glad that they can use it as a way to express their excitement (and overall dorky fluffy feelings) at being attracted to ppl in a queer way! i was just a bit shocked when i learned the original meaning bc its so completely different from the positive version of it.
overall, obviously its super important to be informed about queer history (there's a phrase that went along side gay panic called trans panic btw. christ alive) but it also makes me super happy that we are able to take this stuff back and use it for ourselves to be happy and expressive about our identities while dismantling the anti-queer sentiments they held in the past.
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yandere-daze · 3 years
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I honestly don't remember if I requested something earlier, but just in case I am going to request something else. Can I request headcanons for Azul, Floyd, and Leona with a drunk reader. It can be that they are not dating yet, but they feel something for each other and the reader gets drunk, becoming touchy and affectionate, hugging them and stuff, maybe kissing them. Is it okay? Feel free to ignore if you want and/or if I broke any rules.
Hello hello! First of all so sorry for the long wait adbhabda I hope you still like this though!!
tw alcohol, drunk reader
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Azul reacting to his drunk crush being affectionate
In an attempt to subtly win your affections, Azul had a habit to invite you over to the Mostro lounge after working hours, where he would - very unlike him-offer you free drinks and snacks
Today was one such day. You two were sitting across from each other at one of the empty tables, having a conversation. Apparently classes had been especially rough for you and after shooting down his suggestion to make a contract with him to help you study ( he would have done it for free as well) you asked him for another drink. You needed something alcoholic to take your mind off of things
He quickly obliged, glad to be able to make you happy and a drink was delivered to your table after a few minutes. Without wasting any time, you quickly drowned the drink and asked for a refill
"My, are you not drinking a little hastily? Perhaps you should slow down a bit", Azul asked you, his voice filled with a hint of concern as he watched you quickly finish a second glass of alcohol
"Nah I'm fine! Don't worry!" You tried to assure him while wildly waving around your arms, not pointing at anything in particular
He grew more and more worried as minutes passed by with you still not stopping. He didn't have any personal experience with this but was it not unhealthy for humans to drink so much alcohol in such little time? He was about to ask you to stop once more, when you interrupted him
"Hasanyone evr told ya how cuuuute you arrre?" You slurred and clumsily leaned forward, almost knocking over the glasses on the table as you reached to stroke Azul's cheek
Azul couldn't help but flush as he felt his crush touch him so casually, completely dropping his composed facade at the affectionate gesture. You calling him cute on top of that didn't help him cool down either. He was well aware that the alcohol you consumed must have caused you to suddenly be so forward but he couldn't help but wish that maybe there were some mutual feelings involved when you kissed his cheek softly while giggling "who's my cuute lil octopus? You aaaare"
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Floyd reacting to his drunk crush being affectionate
It was a pretty busy day when you decided to visit Mostro lounge. Crowley had oh so graciously awarded you with a handful of madol for the small feat of handling 5 separate overblot incidents within a few months of being in this world so you were intent on spending your newfound "riches" at a friend's business.
You let yourself be lead to a table by Jade who had greeted you at the door. Quickly taking your order, he left with the promise that his brother would soon be accompanying you, a laugh hid behind his hand as he watched your flushed expression.
It was surely no secret that your feelings towards the eel had grown to be something more than platonic, something that Azul and Jade had quickly found out and teased you for at every opportunity. Were you ever going to confess to Floyd? You weren't quite sure. You were afraid that he would not feel the same, even though he loved to hug you tightly at every opportunity and became clingy whenever you had to leave
Shaking your head, you banished the thought of confession for now, knowing that you couldn't come up with the confidence to do so right this moment
You didn't have to wait long before Floyd basically ran over to bring you your order, a sandwich and an alcoholic drink you had ordered to relieve yourself of some of the stress that had built up. Needless to say, one glass turned into a couple and you had vastly overestimated your alcohol tolerance, leaving you drunk in the end
The next time Floyd came by your table, you practically latched onto his waist, not letting go no matter what.
"Hehe is shrimpy being clingy? I'm going to squeeze you reaalll tight then!"
He would most definitely hug you back with even more enthusiasm, enveloping you in a tight embrace. He loves the attention and affection you're giving him and he can't stop smiling. His shrimpy is so forward today, he loves it! They better not want to leave in the next few hours because he will cling onto them the entire time
Feeling way more confident due to being intoxicated, you proudly confess your true feelings : "I looove you Floyd!! Wanna kwiss!!" Floyd doesn't really care if you're just saying it because you're drunk, there must be truth to your confession so he takes you by your word and readily accepts! You're in a relationship now, congrats! Now let him hug you some more, okay? Surely Jade can take care of the remaining customers on his own
Will definitely take you up on your offer of a kiss
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Leona reacting to his drunk crush being affectionate
We all know Leona would normally never be all to obvious with his fondness towards you even though you are his crush. Would rather die than ever admit that he likes you. So he kind of doesn't know what to do at first when you come to his dorm room, obviously drunk out of your mind and scrambling to run into his arms
He almost considers just stepping to the side or pushing you away but in the end doesn't move from his spot and reluctantly wraps his arms around you. While you nuzzle your face into his chest, he carefully analyzes the current situation.
This actually isn't all that bad for him. You probably wouldn't remember anything that happened today anyway, right? So he could spare to be a bit more true to his feelings just this once
He's used to always being the second choice, the one that gets abandoned so for you to come to him first? It's boosting his ego in a major way and I don't know if that's a good thing ahshw
But while his behavior is usually cocky, he allows himself to be a bit soft today. He lets you sit on his lap as you giggle and place butterfly kisses all over this face
Is he blushing now? Who knows, you certainly won't remember and he certainly won't tell anyone about it
Once he feels you getting tired, he will lay you down in his bed, for once electing to leave it to you and sleep on the floor instead, when you tug on his arm, begging him to sleep next to you
With a fond sigh Leona would relent and lay down next to you, pulling the cover over you both
Poor Ruggie will have a heart attack next morning when he comes to wake up Leona. Will tease you both to no end but stops promptly when Leona threatens him with extreme violence
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my patient’s neighbour [five] // wanda maximoff
summary: Wanda decides to ruin your chance at moving on, which doesn't go down well with you.
warning/s: none
author's note: jealous!wanda is one of my favourite wanda’s 👀 also your comments/feedback always make my day so thank you so much! ♥️
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Meeting Anna's granddaughter wasn't something I'd ever imagined, since Anna rarely mentioned her unless it was to recall a memory that eventually made her quiet for the rest of the day or to make a snide remark out of annoyance. So, to have her here in front of us was definitely... new.
"What are you doing here?" Anna asked with disbelief.
Sasha blinked awkwardly. "I, er, got a call from the nurse. She said you'd hurt your back, so I thought I'd check in." Her gaze fell to Wanda and I. "I see you've got company."
"Sorry, we'll give you a moment," Wanda blurted, before looking to Anna reassuringly.
I did the same before eyeing Sasha suspiciously then following after Wanda into the hall. When the door closed behind us, I wondered what exactly would happen in there. To say I was overprotective of Anna was an understatement.
Taking a seat on the chairs outside her room, I became acutely aware of how stupid I looked in my trainers, Mickey Mouse pyjamas and raincoat. Especially when Wanda sat beside me, knee brushing mine.
"Do you want a drink or anything?" she asked suddenly, earning my attention.
I shook my head, crossing my arms and leaning back into my seat. "No, thank you, I'm good."
She hummed in acknowledgement but said nothing else. The awkwardness that lingered between us was overpowering, but nowhere near as overpowering as the scent of Wanda's shampoo that was drifting up my nose from how close she was sat to me. I tightened my crossed arms, trying to think of something else. Then I remembered what had happened in Anna's room before Sasha interrupted.
"What were you and Anna arguing about?" I asked, glancing at the witch.
She winced, but didn't look my way. "Nothing. Just neighbour stuff."
I smiled bitterly. So, she didn't want to share. Fine. No big deal. Who was I but her neighbour's carer anyway?
After ten minutes of waiting, we decided to head back inside to make sure Anna was okay. What we saw was Anna and Sasha crying happy tears as the latter sat at her bedside, clutching her hand.
"Damn, sorry," I apologised for Wanda and I, realising we'd interrupted a special moment. "We can–"
"No, we're done," Sasha said, wiping away her tears with embarrassment. "Sorry about that."
"Devushki (girls), this is my granddaughter, Sasha," Anna introduced, and I'd never seen her look happier.
As Sasha stood up and rounded the bed to approach us, I realised she seemed familiar because of the photographs I'd seen around Anna's apartment.
"It's nice to finally meet the two people who have been taking care of my grandmother," Sasha said, before putting out her hand.
I bit back from retorting with something along the lines of 'we wouldn't have to if you had cared for her yourself', and instead shook her hand. Wanda glanced at me, probably sensing the negative thoughts in my mind with her powers, but she said nothing as she smiled politely at Sasha and shook her hand.
"It's nice to meet you, too," Wanda spoke, realising I wouldn't. "Anna talks a lot about you. I was hoping we would eventually meet."
Sasha sighed regretfully, smile fading. "Yes... well, I haven't been around as much as I should have been. I know that now."
"Took you long enough," I muttered under my breath, it slipping out without me realising.
Wanda shoved me in the arm in response and I frowned, rubbing the sore spot.
"You're right," Sasha said, looking to me apologetically. "But I'm here now. And getting that call earlier... it made me realise that I've treated Anna horribly. That's why I've invited her to live with me. To make up for lost time."
Certainly not expecting that, my jaw dropped with surprise. "What?"
Sasha sat back down beside Anna's beside and I exchanged startled looks with Wanda before looking to the older woman in question.
"No offence," I started, glancing at Sasha, before focusing on Anna again, "but are you sure this is the right move? It's not too sudden?"
Anna shook her head and grabbed Sasha's hand. "She wants me to be around her family. And I want it too, Y/N. I miss them."
I nodded, but chewed on the inside of my mouth anxiously. It's not that I didn't trust Sasha (okay, maybe it was a little), but I was scared for Anna. I didn't want her to get heartbroken all over again.
Be supportive, Wanda's voice filled my mind, and I looked to her to see her eyes fading from red to green.
I clenched my jaw. Stay out of my head.
With a bright smile, she ignored me and looked between the grandmother and granddaughter duo.
"I think that's wonderful, Anna," she said kindly. "I mean, of course I'm going to miss having you as a neighbour, but this is all you've wanted. I'm thrilled for you. And so is Y/N."
When she looked to me for confirmation, I felt a familiar anger in the pit of my stomach, only reserved for Wanda Maximoff. But this wasn't about us, this was about Anna.
"I am," I agreed, eyes flickering to Anna. "It sounds great."
"You can both visit whenever you want," Sasha said, nodding enthusiastically. "Anna loves you both so dearly."
"You can't get rid of us even if you tried," Wanda joked, flashing Anna a teasing smile.
Anna chuckled. "I knew you would both understand."
I smiled halfheartedly, glad that everything was working out for Anna but knowing I would miss caring for her greatly.
"We should leave you to rest," I said with finality.
"Thank you," Anna replied, and by the way she looked at me, I knew she was thanking me for a lot more.
"Get well soon," I told her in my 'nurse' voice that she hated, a playful smile on my lips. "I'll check on you tomorrow."
Anna nodded. "Tomorrow."
After saying an awkward goodbye to Sasha, I left the room and headed for the lift down the hall, not bothering to wait for Wanda. Thankfully, she must have known I didn't want to speak to her, as she didn't speed after me.
Since Anna moved in with her granddaughter, the last time I saw Wanda was at the hospital. Two more months passed and I had no need to bump into her at Anna's apartment since Anna didn't live there anymore. And the one time I visited Anna since she moved in to Sasha's house, Wanda wasn't present.
I guess it made it a lot easier to attempt to get over her. Six months since she broke up with me was long enough to move on, I think. I'd been on a few dates, none really going anywhere until Natasha decided to set me up with someone a few weeks ago.
It was a family friend of her Avenger's teammate, Clint Barton, and though it was a blind date, it actually worked out well. The woman was called Elise and she was very sweet and charming on our first date, having a similar sense of humour to mine and a killer smile. It was actually the first time since Wanda left that things felt like they were falling into place. We went on a few more dates, deciding not to rush things, and I found myself looking forward to going out with her.
It was a few weeks into our dating relationship when Natasha gave me a call, inviting me as her plus-one to Clint and his wife's vow renewal. They were having a whole celebration at their homestead in Missouri and Natasha figured I'd enjoy it, able to take a weekend break and join her at the lavish hotel she'd be staying in. And also because Elise would be there.
"Oh?" I said with surprise. "Elise didn't mention anything."
"She wanted to," Natasha said with amusement, "but she didn't want to bring it up in case you didn't want to go."
I quirked a brow, despite her being unable to see me. "And why wouldn't I want to go?"
Natasha hesitated. "'Cause Wanda will be there...?"
A sigh escaped my lips as I massaged my forehead. Elise knew about Wanda because it came up when she asked how Natasha and I became friends. She was actually really chill about the whole thing, which I appreciated, but I could only imagine how she must have felt knowing that Wanda would be at the vow renewal.
"You should still come," Natasha encouraged when I didn't say anything. "I already spoke to Wanda and she said she won't cause a scene or anything."
"I doubt that she would," I mumbled.
"She just wants you to be happy," Natasha finished. "So, be happy as my plus-one and get a cute date in with your girlfriend whilst you're there."
I tried to stifle the smile on my lips. "Elise isn't my girlfriend."
"Yet," Natasha added knowingly.
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Look, send me the details and I'll be happy to be your plus-one."
"Yes!" she exclaimed, and I could just imagine her fist-pumping like an idiot. "I'll see you then, Y/N."
"Goodbye," I told her, though a smile of amusement was playing on my lips.
After that call with Natasha, I didn't hesitate to give Elise a call, hoping I wasn't bothering her whilst she was at work.
"Hello?"
"Hey," I greeted, smiling to myself. "Is this a bad time?"
"Well, luckily for you, I'm actually just starting my lunch break," she said in a joking manner. "What's up?"
I scratched my head uncertainly. "Well, Natasha just called and invited me as her plus-one to Clint's vow renewal. She said you would be there, too, obviously, but I just wanted to check in and see if it was okay that I went."
I left out the part about her not telling me about it, but she seemed to pick up on it anyway as she breathed out slowly.
"I just don't want to step on your toes," I quickly added, before chewing on my lip.
"You could never," she said reassuringly. "I actually wanted to ask you to be my date, but I thought it may be too soon. Y'know, a vow renewal when it's only what, the sixth date in?"
"It's not too soon," I said, before adding, "I can just come as Natasha's friend and we don't have to make it a date."
"There's also the fact that your ex will be there," Elise added, and I frowned at the mention of Wanda. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"It's been six months," I told her with certainty. "I'm as comfortable as can be."
She paused. "If you think you'll be okay, then I'd love to see you there, Y/N."
"I know I'll be okay," I said promisingly. "And I'd like to go and maybe see you, too."
She laughed quietly and it made me smile. "In that case, I guess I'll see you there."
"It'll be fun," I said knowingly.
"It will," she agreed. "And now I can't wait."
It was my turn laugh. "Me either."
And fun it was... along with many other words.
The day of the vow renewal came by quickly enough and as promised, I went with Natasha as her plus-one. She made it as enjoyable as she could for me which I appreciated, with the two of us getting first-class tickets which Natasha was happy to pay for, and checking in to a beautiful hotel for the weekend. And that was just the accommodation.
The actual vow renewal was a stunning affair, as Clint and his wife, Laura, had gone all out with decorating the homestead and it's fields in a traditional, romantic way. A flower arch stood front and centre, with rows of seats set out for guests. Bouquets lined the outside and lights were strung above and all around the trees which I could only imagine would look stunning once the sun set.
"They really went all out," Natasha said, impressed as she took in the scene before us.
I hummed in agreement. "It's beautiful." I glanced at her adding, "Bet you wish you brought an actual date now."
Natasha smirked knowingly. "What's to say this isn't one? This could all be a plan to steal you away from Elise."
"Because that makes sense," I played along with amusement. "The woman who set me up with her best friend's family friend is trying to steal me away from said family friend. Makes complete sense."
"True," she said with a shrug, walking forward. I followed her as she continued, "If I was trying to make a move, you wouldn't see it coming."
I tried not to laugh. "Sure, Natasha."
"Trained assassin, expert in espionage, master of lying and hiding in plain sight," she listed off her skills one by one on her fingers. Shooting me a knowing smile, she repeated, "You wouldn't see it coming."
I rolled my eyes playfully and the two of us made the rounds, myself reacquainting with the other Avengers whom I hadn't seen since, well, since Wanda and I were together. It was a little awkward, since I was never really close with them and vice versa, but they were polite and kind and made me feel comfortable (probably because of Natasha, which gave me yet another reason to be grateful to the redhead).
Eventually, it got to a point where Wanda was the next person to say hello to and I truly thought six months would be enough to get over her; oh, how sorely mistaken I was.
She was talking to Sam Wilson, the two talking about something or the other that was clearly entertaining enough to warrant a laugh from Wanda. As we approached them, the sound of her laugh taunted me, melodic and dancing around my ears like a terrible reminder of what I couldn't have.
They spotted Natasha and I soon enough, their conversation ceasing and Wanda's laughter silencing as her eyes met mine. I tried not to let her effect me, but it became increasingly different when I noticed how beautiful she looked today, wearing a maroon-coloured dress and wearing her brown-red hair down in curls. Of course, all of that didn't compliment the giant scar on her forehead.
"Y/N, it's so good to see you!" Sam exclaimed, trying to prevent an awkwardness from occurring. "How have you been?"
I smiled his way. "I'm good, Sam. You?"
We talked for a little while, catching up, before Natasha decided to drag Sam away for a stupid, fake reason that was clearly said on purpose. Knowing I couldn't exactly stop her, I let her get away with it, figuring I'd have to face Wanda at some point.
"You look good," she spoke first, making me push a stand of my hair behind my ear to give my hands something to do.
"Thanks," I mumbled, before clearing my throat and meeting her gaze. "So do you. That's, er, that's always been your colour."
She smiled in response and I cursed inwardly, wondering why the hell I said that.
"You sound like you've been doing well," she said, referring to the conversation I had with Sam.
I nodded. "Yeah, I have."
A silence filled the air that none of us knew how to fill. I stared at my shoes so hard that I'm surprised a hole didn't form. Wanda hugged herself, unsure whether to speak or not.
"What happened to your head?" I finally thought of something, nodding to the scar.
She subconsciously reached up to touch it, though she didn't seem affected by it. "Oh, nothing. Just happened in a recent mission."
I nodded uncomfortably, never responding well to when she got injured. But she knew that.
"So, Nat said you've got a date," Wanda said, and the way she said it made me think that maybe she'd been wanting to mention it for a while. "Elise, right?"
I swallowed. "Yeah. She's just helping the Bartons out with some stuff then I'll be seeing her after."
Wanda nodded, eyes flickering between me and the floor. "That's nice. So, is it new?"
God, this was awkward.
"Kind of, yeah," I answered, not even sure why. "It's not, like, exclusive, but it's nice to move on, y'know?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, so you're moving on?"
I pressed my lips together firmly. She was watching me curiously, green eyes bright with intrigue.
"I'd hope so," I answered, cocking my head to the side and watching her. "It's been six months."
She nodded, looking down. "Yeah, okay... so you're not in love with her?"
I clenched my jaw. "Is that really any of your business, Wanda?" She didn't answer, so I straightened up and avoided her eyes. "I should go. Ceremony is going to start soon."
Walking away, I left with tense shoulders and more nerves than when I headed in. She had no right to be jealous. She left me.
I found Elise just before everybody was told to take their seats for the ceremony. She apologised for missing me before, mentioning how she was helping Laura with getting ready, then proceeded to shower me in compliments which sent me into a blushing mess. After catching up, we took our seats for the ceremony and waited for it to begin.
Feeling someone's eyes on me, I glanced to my left and saw Wanda sat on the other set of rows, but she was staring right at me, lips pressed together thoughtfully. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead, ignoring her stares. As if sensing my mood, Elise grabbed ahold of my hand gently, glancing at me with a small smile as if to check that was okay. I squeezed her hand in response, letting her know it was.
Are her hands sweaty? Because they look sweaty.
I clenched my jaw and shot Wanda a glare, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she watched me.
Stay out of my head, I told her mentally, knowing she was listening, before rolling my eyes. And her hands are soft, thank you very much. Yours are the sweaty ones.
Though it was a terrible comeback, Wanda lost her smile and rolled her eyes before looking away. I tried not to let her annoying self bother me as Elise and I sat together, watching the ceremony.
It was short and sweet and though I didn't know Clint and Laura too well, it was easy to see they loved each other very much. Their vows were beautiful and it was adorable when their kids ran up to them at the end to give them a giant hug. I didn't know much, but I knew that I'd love to have a love like theirs some day.
After the ceremony came the reception, and there were loads of tables and chairs set up for guests, including a stage and dance floor next to it, perfect for a nice celebration after the vow renewal. It was all wonderful and I was excited, until I learnt that I was sat on the same table as Wanda.
Me, Elise, Natasha, Sam, Wanda and Bucky Barnes were all sat at the same table, which definitely didn't help with the awkwardness as Wanda eyed me from across the food. I tried to ignore her presence and focus on having a great time with Elise. Natasha promised that Wanda wouldn't make a scene, so I just had to believe her.
"So, what can I get you all to drink?" a waiter said, stopping by our table.
Everybody told him what they wanted and when he looked to me, I shrugged.
"Literally anything is fine with me," I said, before quickly adding, "Well, anything except gin. Not a fan of gin at all."
The waiter nodded and smiled politely. "I'm sure I can get you something good without gin."
I returned his smile as he nodded to us all once more before walking away to get our drinks.
"So, what did you think of the ceremony?" Elise asked, giving me her attention.
The two of us erupted into conversation, as did everyone else, and I was genuinely having a good time with her. The food was good, too, as were the drinks when they arrived. But the one problem was Wanda bloody Maximoff who couldn't keep her eyes away from me and was agitating me with her mere presence. I tried so hard to ignore her, but God forbid my eyes flickered over to her and she was already looking my way.
After a delicious meal and lovely conversation with the others, everybody began to get up and mingle with the other guests. I took this as my chance to steer away from Wanda and instead catch up with Natasha and hang out with Elise, who got on with everyone wonderfully. Sadly though, she had to keep nipping away to help the Bartons with some stuff for the party, but I didn't mind. I figured that was also part of the reason why she didn't invite me as her plus-one, so I didn't take it personally.
About an hour into the celebrations, I was mid-conversation with Natasha when we were interrupted by Wanda. I rolled my eyes as she looked to the redhead questioningly.
"Have you seen Clint around?" she asked. "Laura wants me to take everything from the gifts table inside and I need the key."
Natasha pursed her lips, shaking her head. As her eyes looked around for him, she said, "I'm not sure where he is..."
Before either of them could come to a conclusion, Elise appeared by my side with an apologetic smile and a drink in her hand.
"Hey," she greeted, squeezing my hand gently. "Sorry for ditching you before. I had to make sure the bar didn't run out of alcohol."
"It's all good," I told her with a small smile.
"I got you this gin cocktail to make up for it," she said sweetly, making me eye the drink like it was a bomb.
Wanda snorted suddenly, making me look to her with a glare. She tried to hide her laughter behind a smile as she looked the other way, though that didn't stop her from commenting in my mind with her obnoxious, intrusive powers.
Real good listener this one. Didn't you say you didn't like gin earlier?
I refrained from smacking her. Go away, Wanda.
"Thank you," I said to Elise gratefully, accepting the drink. "It looks great."
"Oh, I think I see Clint," Wanda said, before shooting us all a smile I'd love to punch. "Catch you later."
"See ya," Natasha said, as Elise waved and I rolled my eyes.
Dancing was fun and I liked to think I was good for an average person. So, when the DJ put on some fun music and encouraged guests to have a little dance, I immediately asked Elise to join me. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the most confident of dancers. She was adorably apologising as she held my hands, letting me take the lead.
"It's okay," I reassured her with a laugh. "You're doing fine."
But as she stepped on my foot for the millionth time, I could tell she thought she was doing anything but. I didn't mind though since it was amusing and cute all at the same time.
Be careful over there, Y/N. You may have been better off wearing some steel-toed shoes.
At the sound of Wanda's voice infiltrating my mind, I searched around me until I caught sight of the familiar green eyes over Elise's shoulder. She was stood to the side, entertained smile adorning her lips, as she watched Elise and I dance.
Why don't you piss off and mind your own business before I buy a pair of steel-toed shoes just to kick you with!
She didn't respond, so I focused my attention back on Elise and paused as something a little slower and more romantic played in the background. Offering an encouraging smile to Elise, I held out my hand which she accepted happily.
"Luckily, this one is pretty easy, so you might avoid bruising my feet," I joked to lighten the mood.
She flushed with embarrassment but let me pull her close as I took the lead. Subconsciously, my eyes wandered back to Wanda, who was now crossing her arms with annoyance and watching me with glowing red eyes. She had absolutely no right to be jealous. But I didn't care. It wasn't my business.
After sharing a lovely dance with Elise, the two of us took a seat at our empty table to have some water and talk. Of course, as we were chatting, our conversation was interrupted by none other than–
"Wanda," I got out through gritted teeth.
She grinned as she took a seat next to us, crossing her legs and resting her intertwined hands on her knees comfortably.
"I figured I'd introduce myself properly since we haven't really met before," Wanda explained, eyes dancing with mischief before she looked to Elise. "I'm Wanda Maximoff."
Elise smiled politely. "I'm Elise Fey. And I know who you are. A really impressive Avenger at that."
I narrowed my eyes as Wanda waved her hand dismissively. What was she playing at exactly?
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," she said bashfully. "But I guess, since you know who I am, it's only fair I return the favour. After all, you're here as Y/N's date, and as Y/N's friend, I thought it would be nice to get to know you."
"Friend," I repeated the word bitterly. "So, that's what we are now?"
Wanda chuckled, brushing off my words, before focusing on Elise. "So, what do you do, Elise?"
"I'm a veterinarian," she quipped proudly.
"How cute," Wanda said, tilting her head to the side and smiling. "How long have you been doing that?"
"Only a few years," Elise said, glancing at me with mild confusion. "It's a really rewarding job."
"I can imagine," Wanda said, before pulling a puzzled expression. "But wait, how does that work with you both? Since Y/N is allergic to pets an' all?"
Locking my jaw with agitation, I stared at Wanda's doe-eyed face. Elise looked to me with surprise.
"You are?" she asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I shook my head, smiling at her. "No, not really... I mean, well, rabbits. I'm allergic to rabbits. I didn't think it was a big deal."
"It kind of is," she said playfully. "What if I had treated a rabbit at work and then went on a date with you?"
I chuckled awkwardly. "Hmm, yeah, okay, maybe it's a little bit of a big deal."
She hummed disapprovingly before looking back to Wanda, who watched us both curiously.
"So, you work as a vet in New York?" she asked Elise, and I couldn't tell if she was actually interested or just trying to piss me off. When Elise nodded, she continued, "Are you from New York?"
"I'm originally from here actually," Elise said, motioning around us. "My family knew Laura's family before she married Clint. That's how I know the Bartons."
"Oh, so your parents still live here?" Wanda asked, leaning her head in the palm of her hand as she continued to question her.
"Yeah, not far from here actually," Elise answered with a smile.
Wanda nodded. "Cool... so how would that work, the whole visiting them thing? I mean, Y/N works a lot, right? And I assume you're close with your family. So, how does taking the time off to visit your parents work with you both when it's, like, 16 hours away?"
I squeezed my hands together to contain my frustration towards Wanda. Elise opened her mouth to respond, then closed it when she realised she didn't know how to answer. Her eyes darted to mine, asking for help, and I knew she was too polite to call Wanda out for her bullshit.
"We're still newly dating, Wanda," I answered through a fake smile. "We haven't even talked about meeting each other's parents, so it's not an issue right now."
"Right now," Wanda echoed my words, as if adding a double meaning. "But it will be in the future?"
I tried not to react harshly as I said, "That's not what I said."
Wanda nodded slowly, smirk tugging at her lips. Saying nothing more on the subject, she looked to Elise with dark eyes.
"It was lovely meeting you," she finished. "I'll see you around, I guess."
Elise nodded uncomfortably. "You, too, Wanda."
Shooting me a smile, she got up and left Elise and I sat there in mixed emotions. I was peeved at the Sokovian woman, not understanding why she had to try and ruin my one chance at moving on.
"I'm sorry about that," I said to Elise, a frown on my lips. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I definitely didn't expect it."
Elise chewed on her lower lip with thought. I waited patiently, wishing I knew what she was thinking. Finally, her blue eyes met mine apologetically.
"I don't think Wanda is quite over you," she said quietly. "And maybe you're not over her either, Y/N. At least not as much as you think you are."
I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Elise, she's just being a dick to piss me off. It's not like that."
Elise winced. "I think it is. And honestly, you're a lovely person, but I just don't want to get involved in something like that right now."
I knitted my brows together with confusion. "What do you mean?"
She rested her hand on mine atop the table. "It's probably better we stay friends. Easier."
"Elise... c'mon. We just– we only just got to know each other." I frowned, feeling bad that she didn't want to see where this would go.
"For what it's worth, today was really fun," she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. "And every date we've shared has been fun, too. But I can't compete with the history you share with Wanda. And I don't want to."
I didn't know what to say, speechless, unable to understand why she was doing this. Taking that as her chance to leave, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before standing up and letting go of my hand.
"I'm gonna leave early," she explained. "I hope you work stuff out for yourself."
I looked up to her, watching as she smiled once more before leaving me be. We'd only been dating a few weeks, I knew that, but I still felt saddened to know she didn't want to keep things going. And with the realisation that it was because of Wanda, my sadness was quickly replaced with anger. It always came back to her.
Scowl on my face, I stood up and knew one thing: Wanda Maximoff was dead meat.
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hey! i'm not sure if you've done this, but could i request a fluff alphabet for winter anderson?? <33
Aaah, Winter! My favorite little homewrecker 😌 I did my best to write her as in character as possible, so apologies if at any point I wrote her inaccurately. Also Kai's mentioned in this a lot because he held such power over her life and I feel like that would have an affect on any of her potential relationships. Enjoy! <33
Winter Anderson fluff alphabet
Warnings: swearing, mentions of murder, Kai Anderson
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A ctivites- What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time?
Before the 2016 election, the two of you would spend time together by working on Hillary's campaign. Making posters, printing flyers, sending out emails; up until a certain point, those were considered your "dates", as you were both far too busy to actually have time to go out. Afterwards, however, you got a bit more free time to do as you please (not a lot though, since Winter has to do cult stuff). On the off chance you do have a completely free afternoon, she likes to just hang out with you and do stuff together, such as painting each others nails while watching something on YouTube.
B eauty- What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Winter admires the fact that you have your own opinions on things and you're not afraid to make it known. Even if you're not the most confident person around, she loves how passionate you get when she brings up a topic you know a lot on. This may sound a little weird, but physically she loves your hair. No matter the length, brushing it, braiding it, or even playing with it always tends to calm her down.
C omfort- How would they help if their s/o is feeling down/have a panic attack etc.?
Winter knows exactly how to help you if you're ever feeling down, she's practically an expert on it at this point. She knows when to never leave your side and when to give you space, as well as when to try to get you out of bed. She's the best on dealing with stuff like that.
D reams- How do they picture their future with their s/o?
She hopes to one day move out of Michigan and away from her brother. Other than that, she doesn't really care where the two of you go as long as you're together. She'd like to foster or adopt at least one kid with you, and would love to become a public speaker on women's rights.
E qual- Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Winter is more on the dominant side. Obviously she views you as her equal and values your opinions in your relationship, but after not being able to have any control in other parts of her life it feels nice for her to be able to take it back.
F ight- Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
She hates fighting with you, so she tries to avoid an argument whenever she can. Even when you do have disagreements with each other, she'd rather sit down and talk it out with you than push down her true feelings until they eventually boil over.
G ratitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Winter is very grateful for everything you do for her. She know's how hard it can be to date her since you also have to deal with Kai. She understands how that can be a lot to handle, so she's very glad you care about her enough to try.
H onesty- Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
She definitely has some secrets. Depending on how close you are and whether or not you've met Kai yet depends on how much you're going to know about her involvement with the local murders. She'll tell you only if she knows you won't rat her out, but she'd never want you to actually get involved. As for her parents, the only way she'd ever tell you about that would be if Kai told you first. Other than that, if you asked she'd only tell you the bare minimum, that they both died while she was in college.
I nspiration- Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Winter had submitted herself to living under Kai's thumb for the rest of her life a long time ago, but after she met you, she became more hopeful about her future. You helped her look at the bigger picture and realize his schemes for world domination would never work out in the long run, and that it would be more beneficial for her future to one day leave all of that behind.
J ealousy- Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
I honestly don't think Winter would be that jealous of a person. I see her as someone who's open to the idea of polyamory and wouldn't have a problem with an open relationship as long as there's a good communication system in place. The only way she'd get jealous over you talking to another person would be if she didn't like them to begin with. At that point, she'd walk over and put her arms around your waist, shooting passive aggressive comments at them until they left.
K iss- Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Your first kiss was almost completely unexpected. You were laying on her bed together watching the news after the election when she suddenly turned to you and said how much she appreciated you for being there for her. After giving your hand a slight squeeze, the two of you started leaning in next to each other until you kissed. It was warm and sweet, and you regretted not doing it sooner.
L ove Confession- How would they confess to their s/o?
You didn't take her seriously at first when she originally confessed because she would say the words "I love you" all the time, albeit in a joking manner. She ended up doing the pinky promise with you to prove she wasn't lying, and afterwards she asked you out (you saying yes of course).
M arriage- Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
I feel like Winter would view marriage as sort of a societal prison, but if getting married was really that important to you then she would definitely do it. She'd be straightforward when proposing, probably just by coming home one day with the ring and giving it to you as a surprise. Marriage life with her wouldn't be much different than before, but you would get the honor of calling the woman you loved your wife.
N icknames- What do they call their s/o?
Winter mostly calls you babe, but occasionally she'll use the nickname cutie if you two are alone.
O n Cloud Nine- What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
When Winter's in love, you can tell by the little things she does for you. Leaving you small handwritten notes, making you snacks when you're hungry, offering to wash your hair if she finds you taking a bath. She expresses her feelings for you by valuing you over everything else, even if it might make Kai upset with her. It's not super obvious to strangers on whether you're dating or not, but people you're closer to can tell you're more than friends.
P DA- Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Yes and no. If someone were to ask, she'd answer with "yes we're dating, got a problem with that?" But other than that, she doesn't really care how people view your relationship since she knows it's no one's business but you and herself. That doesn't mean she'll hesitate to kiss you in public though, especially if she notices you getting checked out by some creep.
Q uirk- Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
She always knows when you're upset, and it's very difficult to hide it from her when you are. Sometimes it helps, because she can get you to open up to her about something you wouldn't have said anything about otherwise, but it can also be hurtful, because she won't stop pestering you until you tell her what's wrong.
R omance- How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
She's fairly romantic when she needs to be. Winter would do almost anything to make you happy, but cheesy romantic stuff is where she draws the line. She loves you and all, but it's not really her thing. However, if eating overpriced chocolate and watching romcoms with terrible acting is something you enjoy, she'll gladly suffer through it, if only to make you happy.
S upport- Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Absolutely. If you're in college trying to earn a degree, she'll help you study for your tests. If you're working for a promotion at work, she'll come visit you every so often if only to give you a pep talk on how great you are. No matter what your goal is, she'll happily be there to cheer you on from the sidelines.
T hrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
You guys have a pretty routine way of doing things, but every now and then you'll do something different to spice things up. It's Michigan, so there's not a whole lot to do, but you'll always remember that one time when you and Winter were coming home from dinner and you saw a carnival that had been set up in town. The two of you decided to stop to check it out and you ended up spending the entire evening there (your wallets were crying by the time you were done).
U nderstanding- How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Winter introduced the pinky promise pretty early on in your relationship, before you'd even gotten together, so she knows everything she needs to know about you. All of your fears, hopes, and dreams, she knows about them all; but as much as she may tease you about them, she'd never tell anyone your secrets, not even Kai. She tries to keep you and that part of her life as separate as possible.
V alue- How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
You mean the absolute most to her. She would be willing to get on Kai's bad side just to protect you, and she even plans on running away with you some day. I think that alone tells you just how much value you hold to her as her partner and friend.
W ild Card- A random Fluff Headcanon.
Sometimes you'll try to wake up before Winter so you can make her breakfast in bed, since she's usually the one who makes breakfast in the morning. It always ends with her coming downstairs to find you holding a pan surrounded by broken eggs. She helps you clean up, and afterword you both make breakfast together (although you don't have egg cracking privileges anymore).
X OXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Yes, 100%. You guys are all over each other, whether it be holding hands while walking down the street, cuddling while watching TV, hugging each other from behind while making breakfast, kissing as soon as you see each other- the list goes on. You're always iniating physical contact with each other in some way.
Y earning- How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Whenever you're gone, she tries to act like it doesn't bother her, when in reality it does. A lot. Winter puts a lot of trust in you, but even so, there's that small sliver of her that thinks you're going to leave one day and not come back. That your whole relationship together was a lie, a scheme, just so Kai could get what he wants. Whenever she starts to get these type of thoughts, she calls you right away, and you calm her down by reassuring her that you love her with all of your heart and that you'll be home soon.
Z eal- Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
If you've managed to get close enough to Winter to actually mean something to her, you'd better believe she is willing to do anything, and I mean anything, for you. She wouldn't hesitate to kill who hurt you in any way, nor would she hesitate to take the fall for you if she found out that you committed a murder.
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Hi! Inspiration anon here. I just popped back in to elaborate that not only is your hard work and confidence inspiring, your attitude towards success is what inspires me most. Truly I want to reach that level of peace with myself, most of all. You're as in sync with your good qualities and your weaknesses and that is something I really look up to. You are confident but not a snob ( in fact quite kind ) which again, I really appreciate how you deal with that as well. And you also highlight how you have achieved dreams you had that has something to do with fandom, that is usually not how people define success but I'm so glad you're emphasising that as well. It makes me feel that working hard is not only so that I can take good care of my parents, buy things I want but it's also something for myself, that is only 100% mine. That I had dreamt of in my mind for ages, that it could also be for my younger self , who is the whole reason why I'm successful. Idk if that makes sense but I really appreciate your ideology in general. AND you're always so helpful whenever there's a difficult concept to explain as well!! That is every kind of successful I aspire to become.
So clearly, your hateful anon is wrong, not only morally ( to have sent hate for someone's success ) but also factually 😌
Hi bby,
God this is so beautiful and I need you to know this tells me a thousand time more things about the kind of person you are than about me. Kindness will take you everywhere in life.
I work really hard (like with my therapist) to be able to be proud of my accomplishments and not feel guilty. I am not in charge of how other people feel when they hear them. Those their own issues coming up. I really believe that the most humble way of dealing with insane elephant in the room kind of things is to be straight forward about it. Yes it happened. Yes it is a big deal. Yes I am happy about it. Doing the whole “it’s not a big deal whatever” is so fake to me. I don’t like lying. I do think the fact that I’ve hugged harry is a big deal. Why would I tell you otherwise?
Success is about not being afraid of setting up the goals you ACTUALLY want and then being willing to work for them even if it takes months or years. Nothing that is cool about my life came about without at least 2 years of prep. I am prepping 2024/5 now.
I also am very very aware of things I suck at. Confidence requires you to let go of some of these. I have absolutely no insecurity telling you all how bad I am at dancing, music, creative writing, art etc. It’s okay to be bad at stuff. No one is good at everything. And then there are stuff that I want to actually be better at and the first step is to be honest with yourself about being bad at it. And then making a plan and getting help. I reached a point in my anxiety for example that I did not want to live like that anymore. I got helped and my life is about a thousand % better.
Lastly, Einstein famously said that if you can’t explain a concept to your mother, you don’t actually understand it. And I live by that: people that refuse to share knowledge or are rude about it are not as smart as they think they are. It’s such a good feeling to share and help others, I can’t imagine not doing it. I owe my entire life to women that opened doors for me. The least I can do is keep doing that for others.
Anyway. You are cute and perfect.
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This is my first collab fic and I could not be more excited! I'm so thankful that I can be part of the group!
The AU for this month was Sex Work. The Masterlist for this collab can be found here. Please take some time to check out everyone's contributions! There are other fics and amazing art!
That being said here is my fic, big BIG shout out to @doinmybesthere for being an amazing beta reader and sweet angel bb. ily Emme!
Please please please read the warnings. They are there for a reason!
Warnings: consensual noncon, mentions of being burnt, stabbing and blood; no prep penetration, disrespectful use of the word "whore", blackmail, psychological abuse?, Mineta (nuff said) he gets what's comin to him
You’re in the doctor’s office getting a regular checkup when you overhear the nurses in the station next to you talking.
“Look! They posted the new hero rankings today.”
“I forgot those were today, too bad they can’t have the conference during the pandemic. I miss seeing Deku all cute and blushing.”
“FUCK” In your brief moment of panic you forgot where you were. You cringe and look at the nurses, trying your best not to look like you were gonna be sick. “Sorry ladies, didn’t mean to yell.” No point in offering an explanation. You wouldn’t be able to tell them anything anyway.
As you very impatiently wait for your blood results to come back you check the tacky red cell phone you have to keep with you at all times. You had put it on silent since you were in the doctor’s office and you were glad you did. Taking a quick look at your screen had your stomach dropping into your ass.
M.M: Gonna move my appointment up to today.
M.M: You better get ready. I’m not happy.
M.M: I’m sure you saw the postings. Number 36.
M.M: I made sure to pay for any accidents in advance.
M.M: I’ll see you tonight.
Why does he have to be so fucking horrible? Accidents my ass.
The messages make your skin crawl, you should have figured the hero rankings would piss him off but honestly you never paid enough attention. With a heavy sigh you opened up your web browser and pull up the list.
“Number 36...number 36…. Number 36…” When you finally reached the hero you were looking for, you let out a sigh.
Hero Ranking Number 36: The Rainy Season Hero Froppy
Well at least you had her outfit already, for some reason she was one your client asked for a lot. Not that you wanted to ask him why, not with the way his black eyes looked whenever he saw you dressed up like her.
I don’t know if I should feel glad that he isn’t actually taking this out on her. Or upset that I’ve had to deal with this for months.
“L/N, Y/N?” The doctor walks up holding their clipboard and closing the privacy screen. Your file almost too much for the metal clip at the top. “Your test results came back negative and your burns seem to have healed very well. I would tell you that any strenuous activity should be avoided but we both know you can’t do that.”
Their poor attempt at humor had your stomach rolling. “Haha anyways Doc, I think I’m gonna need another medkit to take home today. I can schedule my next appointment online, right?”
You can’t handle the thinly veiled pity in their eyes and look down, reaching over to your side to grab your purse. You hear them moving around and a dark blue plastic box is put on your lap.
“If I remember correctly this is your favorite color, right? You are able schedule an appointment online but if you would like I can schedule it for you. How about in two days? Afternoon work for you?”
You look up after clutching the kit to your chest, you know they are just trying to be nice. All of the nurses are especially nice to you and as endearing as it might be to some people, to you it just feels dirty.
“Afternoon is perfect, thanks Doc.” You get up and walk towards the privacy screen. Before leaving you stop for a moment “Blue ismy favorite color.”
As you make your way back to your living quarters you scroll through the internet looking at every picture of the Pro-Hero Froppy you can find. Your quirk can project a person’s desires onto your body by reading them in their eyes. It’s easier when the person has a clear view of what or who they want. However, your client’s desires are such a jumbled mess that it’s easier if you know what it is beforehand.
Hopefully, I can act like her enough that I don’t have to look at his desires this time. I can’t stand how disgusting they make me feel.
You pass by a few familiar faces on your way back to your rooms but don’t pay them any mind. They in turn leave you alone, most of them knowing that when you have that look on your face you were in a mood.When you first were offered a position at the brothel you thought it would be easy money. You had been stripping for several years, known for how you looked different to everyone who saw your dancing. The beautiful, enchanting, flexible Erised. You had built up your quirks ability to be able to project almost a full clubs worth of desires. Sure, it caused extreme fatigue and chronic migraines but the money you raked in was well worth it.
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A few months ago
After an especially successful night a patron walks up to you after you leave the stage.
“I have a job opportunity for you, courtesy of my employer.” He hands you a card you read “Heroes Consulting Agency” in bold silver letters.
“I’m a stripper hun, not sure I can do the type of consulting you’re looking for.” You go to hand it back, but they put their hand up.
“I’m afraid I must insist, why don’t we treat you to lunch and you can listen to our proposal?”
You put your hand back down and study them. They are dressed in a white button up with a vest, definitely out of place in a strip club. You would look in their eyes, but they didn’t really have any, their whole body seemed to be made of dark smoke. You don’t work in the nicest of places so someone with their kind of full body quirk isn’t unusual.
“Alright, I give. I’m not really one to pass up free food.” The rational side of your brain is telling you that you have more than enough money to buy your own food but the stingy part telling you to take it while you can is a little louder.
“Excellent choice Miss Erised. Someone will meet you at the address on that card tomorrow at around 5pm? Should give you enough time to recover from the side effects of your quirk.” They give a slight bow and walk off towards the exit, a large something getting up from a seat and following closely behind.
Sam, one of the waitresses walks up to you with a tray filled with drinks. Her normally short stature elevated with high heeled leather boots. “Did you know that person Y/N?”
Oh man, I do not have the energy for this.
You turn to her and survey the tray before grabbing something that looked like a fruity cocktail. “No, but they offered me a job. Gonna go have lunch with them tomorrow.” Sipping from the glass you tuck the card into your bra, making sure to not show it to the girl.
“That’s weird, don’t they know you’re a stripper? What is someone dressed that nicely want to hire you for? Also did that person look familiar to you or is that just me?” Any normal person wouldn’t be able to keep up with her unending questions, but you had known her for years. The tray in her hands tips dangerously to the left but she balances it out without a second thought.
Guess she does have to be quick on her toes to be a waitress at a strip club.
“They were here for my dance so yes they do know, either way I’m getting free food so…”
She huffs, aware of your attitude for anything “free”.
You finish the drink and place the empty glass back taking a couple bills from your bag and tucking them into her apron.
“Thanks for the drink Sam, but I gotta leave before my headache hits.” You walk off before she can say anything further. You really wanna be nice to her but her endless energy really gets on your nerves sometimes.
By the time you make it to your modest apartment, you can feel the pain starting behind your eyes. You drop your stuff by the door without turning on any lights and walk to the box safe hidden in the kitchen. After you make sure all the money is secure you grab a glass of water and head to the bedroom. The bottle of pain killers already set out on your nightstand. You should really take a shower but for now, you strip down, take a few pills, drink the whole glass of water, and lay down. It takes a while for the pills to kick in but once they do you finally fall asleep.
When you finally wake up the next morning your headache is gone, and you have to piss like no one’s business. You grumble as you stretch your tight sore muscles and get up to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business, you get into some light clothes and walk into the kitchen to make some food. Thankfully, you had some leftover rice and spam in the fridge, so you pop that in the microwave. You put the kettle on for some green tea and down another glass of water as it heats up.
Remembering the offer from yesterday and the promise of free food you pad over to your pile of things by the door and grab their card. It’s sleek looking with a plain black background and silver lettering. The address isn’t something you recognize right away so you look it up on your phone.
“What the fuck?” Why is this place in a business park?
You scroll down and check the street view; the building is a high rise surrounded by a mostly empty parking lot. The entrance of the building is blurred, probably to keep the privacy of anyone entering or exiting.
“Well, I guess it’s a nice gig. Better dress the part.” Or maybe you’re gonna get murdered.
“Wow, I really have to stop watching all those true crime shows.” You put the card in your wallet and head back to the kitchen. The microwave beeps and the kettle whistles shortly after. When you’re done eating you put the dishes in the sink to soak and head to the bathroom to finally take a shower.
By the time you have finished showering the whole bathroom is filled with steam and your body has a pink flush to it. You open the door to air it out and finish cleaning up for the day. Your outfit consists of your nicest jeans with ankle boots, a long sleeve blouse and a dark cardigan. You grab one of your smaller over the shoulder purses and leave your apartment.
One of the things you allowed yourself to really splurge on was a car. Public transportation was not as reliable as it could be and with your hours not the safest either.
By the time you make it to the building the sun is starting to set, giving the sky beautiful pink to blue coloring. As you park and get out of your car a young woman walks up to you.
“Welcome Miss Erised! Please follow me and I will escort you through the building.” The woman’s blonde hair is in two messy buns, her face childlike. Her voice was high pitched enough to grate on your nerves a bit, but you ignored it.
As you follow the person through the lobby you take a glance around. Looks like a high-end hotel lobby. There is a front desk area with a marble counter top, women that are dressed in matching button ups with their hair up in buns or ponytails. Random potted plants and small trees dot the area, and a nice chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling. No one besides the women at the front desk are in the area.
“Doesn’t seem to be busy right now.” You didn’t even really mean for her to hear you, but she did, and you sounded like an asshole.
They turn their head slightly with a knowing smirk. “It would seem that way wouldn’t it?”
Conversation halts while you stand in the elevator which you were thankful for. They had chosen a floor close to the middle of the building, which gave you just enough time to rethink your life choices.
By the time you got to your floor you are tired of the silence. Normally you hate small talk, but you figured you would give it a shot. “Do you like your job?”
The woman turns to you and smiles, here canines peeking out a bit while shrugging her shoulders. “It keeps me busy, plus I get to make so many friends.” The gleam in her eyes flashes menacingly for a quick second, you decide to pretend you didn’t see it.
As you get to the end of the hall, she opens a door and gestures you inside, closing it behind you. There is a nice desk to the left of the door, other than that the room is sparce. The person sitting in the chair has quite an eclectic look about him. Grey hair parted to the side, shrew eyes behind circular wire rimmed glasses, a gold chain peeks out from the slightly open white button up with a purple blazer. He reeks of cigarette smoke the evidence of his habit tossed into the half-filled ash tray on the desk.
“So nice of you to join me Miss Y/N. Why don’t you have a seat, we can talk about your new position.” He gestures to the only other chair a smirk on his face that shows of his missing tooth.
“I haven’t accepted the job yet Giran, and I thought I told you I don’t want to work for you.” You aren’t used to seeing him in this type of place. But you do know him so there is no need to put on a show. You lean back in the chair and cross your arms.
“How rude of me, you won’t be working for me, but I have been given authority to hire for this company.”
You don’t bat an eye; most large companies use outside help for hiring. “What is this position you would like offer me?”
“This company provides heroes with a way to alleviate their… desires in a safe and discrete way.”
“So, you hire prostitutes for heroes to have sex without worrying about anyone telling the press about it.”
“That is correct.”
“I don’t know if your just stupid or if you forgot but I’m a stripper not a hooker.” You sit up in your chair fully ready to leave the room.
“They would provide you with a fully furnished apartment, medical coverage with 24/7 access to their fully trained medical staff. Any cash given to you by your clients you can keep, however they would take a percentage out of the money they initially pay for your services.”
“Let’s say I’m a little interested, how much is the initial pay for my services?” You want to deny the offer, nothing wrong with having sex for money but it isn’t really your thing.
Giran doesn’t answer right away, instead putting out what is left of his cigarette only to pull another one out of his blazer and lighting it up. “The starting hourly rate is $2,500 an hour, they would take 30 percent from that.”
Holy shit, that’s as much as I make in a day and I would be making it an hour? You keep your face neutral but something in your eyes must have tipped him off.
“You would start tomorrow; most clients keep a contract with their favorite employee and we actually have someone lined up for you already. He has extremely specific tastes and you are the perfect person to fill in.”
“I’ll have to talk to the club owner; would it be possible to start later?” You don’t want to seem to eager, especially not in front of him.
“I don’t see that as a problem, they can give you one week but that’s it.”
You stay silent, making it look like you’re thinking about it. After a moment you lean forward in your chair and stick your hand out. “Sounds like a deal to me.”
Giran grabs you hand and gives it a firm shake. “If you ever need help or have any questions call the number on the card. Now I believe you were offered dinner, let me take you to one of my favorite places.”
You let his hand go and rise from the chair. As Giran comes around the desk and walks towards the door, he stops for a moment and turns to you. “Welcome to the team.”
Dinner was actually genuinely nice; the food was good, and you were able to have a comfortable conversation with Giran. Of course, he didn’t tell you anything about himself, but you had no problems with that, you didn’t wanna share anything to personal about yourself either. He dropped you back off at your car after dinner and shook your hand again before driving off.
By the time you got home you had decided what you were gonna tell the club owner and mentally packed your apartment. Not wanting to take all of your things you moved most of it to a secure storage facility. Having had it for a few years already in order to store the overabundance of clothes you owned.
After the week was up you had quit your job and packed all of your belongings. You realize you don’t know where you are supposed to go so you pull out the card and call the number.
“Hello, how can I assist you?”
“Giran never told me where I would be moving my stuff to. Could you give me the address?” You pick at your nails while waiting for him to answer.
“Of course, Miss Erised. Will you be needing any assistance for your move?”
He sounds so polite; I wonder if he is always like this.
“No, I’ll be fine on my own thank you.”
He gives you the address and let you know that you can call if you need any additional information.
“Good luck Miss Erised.”
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When you get back to your apartment you immediately go into the shower and wash up, using the tea tree oil that Froppy had said she uses in an interview.
I don’t understand how people can like this stuff, but he gets easier to handle if I smell like those women.
When you are done you towel dry your hair and make sure to lotion your whole body. When your hair is dry enough you straighten it and leave it down. He likes it better when its down.
You go to your closet and rifle through until finding the very skimpy version of Froppys hero costume. All it really has in common with the original is the tan harness and the green with black and yellow stripes. Otherwise, it is a one-piece bikini without a crotch. You grab your black leather over the knee boots and get dressed. After checking the time, you give yourself a moment to mentally prepare.
I hate this, I hate him. Disgusting filthy little bug. A false hero, a plague. I can’t wait to leave this place.
Standing in the middle of your room you close your eyes and take deep breaths, allowing your consciousness to drift. You have found that the best way to endure these sessions is to detach yourself from the situation. Only focusing on the absolute necessary and maintaining the effects of your quirk. Giving yourself another minute to get into character you walk to the door joining your apartment to the “service room”.
Thankfully, he hasn’t shown up yet, you shut the door hearing the lock click into place, the door seamlessly vanishing into the wall. Sitting on the edge of the bed you face the door that Mineta will walk through and wait.
No matter how many times we do this I never lose the feeling of wanting to vomit while bathing in bleach.
When he walks in you see that he is wearing his hero costume, as atrocious as it is. He never really deviated from the original design. You immediately start your performance.
“Mineta? What am I doing here? kero” You clasp your hands together in front of your chest and look around frightfully.
“Hello Tsu, what a pleasant surprise to see you here.” He walks up, taking off his gloves and throwing them to the side.
“I don’t understand, do you know where- “Your sentence is cut off, pain in your cheek sharp and hot.
“I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk Miss thirty sixth hero.” He stands there with his hand still up as you cup your cheek and look up at him, the tears in your eyes real. He pulls his hand back again as if to slap you and you flinch.
“Good girl, now finish taking off my outfit for me.” Mineta walks back a few steps and holds his arms out. Your fingers are clumsy as you take it of piece by piece.
Mineta abruptly grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks your head back. You grab his hand with both of yours trying to ease his grip.
“Do you think if you do it slow enough, I’ll get bored and go away?” He pulls harder. “Huh? You really think you’re gonna get out of this don’t you.” He tosses you towards the bed and you scramble to get back on your feet.
The tears in your eyes have started to spill over and you start babbling. “Please let me go Mineta, I don’t know what I did but please pleasejust forgive me kero. I won’t tell anyone about this just please don’t hurt me kero.”
He doesn’t answer you, just finishes taking off his outfit before he is walking towards you again, a vicious gleam in his beady eyes.
You back up until the back of your legs hits the bed. You open your mouth to speak but before you can utter a single word, he slaps you again.
“I told you not to speak unless I told you to once already. Now I’m gonna have to punish you, aren’t I?” He shoves you onto the bed and follows, using his knees to push your legs open he sits up and gives himself a few pumps.” No need to prep you, I want this to hurt.”
You are sobbing at this point, your hands covering your face when you feel him push into you. A scream rips out of your throat and you reach forward to push him away.
“You know Tsu, these meetups have been the best. I’m thinking next time I will find the REAL you and have even more fun.” He closes his eyes a leans his head back, fully immersed in only getting himself off.
To engrossed in his own world, he doesn’t realize that you have gone still. Your tears have stopped, and you have pulled your hands back from him.
DISGUSTING
“Find the real me?”
VILE
You break character, bringing your full consciousness back. You voice is just a whisper at first, so he doesn’t hear you, doesn’t stop thrusting.
FALSE HERO
“Find the REAL me?!” You are screaming at him now.
He finally stops, hearing you the second time. For a second you see fear in his eyes before they fill with rage.
MONSTER
“Hey! You better start doing the job I paid you for, I don’t come here for you to question me.” He lifts his hand up, as if to slap you again. Before his hand comes down you grab it, squeezing until he yelps in pain.
This job is over, he isn’t worth keeping around anymore.
“You think I give a shit about a little piss ant like you?!” As you sit up, he yanks his arm away and pulls out of you. Stumbling back, he starts shaking a finger in your direction.
“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re just a whore!”
You dart forward before he can put more distance between you and grab him by the neck. As you pick him up you snarl and let your quirk fade away.
“I may be a whore but I not a monster like you. You are just a fake hero, a plague on this world and I will get rid of every single one of you.” You throw him onto the ground still holding on to his neck and squeeze.
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“In other news, Minoru Mineta also known as the pro hero Grape Juice has gone missing after several videos of him have gone viral. He was last seen leaving a brothel that has requested to remain nameless. The videos contain triggering scenes of the pro hero having relations with a prostitute while she is dressed in various hero suits the resemble his old female classmates. He even refers to them by name. The videos contain triggering images, and it is recommended to not seek them out. The original videos have since been taken down but are reuploaded onto the internet on several other sites. The prostitute shown in the videos has also gone missing. Any information on the whereabouts- “
The T.V. turns off, the voice of the news anchor no longer filling the dimly lit bar. The people present remain silent for a moment before a man with burns all over his body starts to laugh.
“You could have really fucked that up Doll. Good thing we got enough evidence.” You sneer at him, making sure you change your appearance to match your own desire. He flinches when he sees his own face.
“I wish you had cut him! There wasn’t enough blood to keep his appearance up for awfully long!” The young woman with two messy blond buns in her hair twirls a knife around.
“I’m terribly sorry Toga, but I didn’t have anything sharp with me.” You pick at your nails and look over at Kurogiri, who is busy pouring a glass of whiskey for Dabi. “Do I get a break after this one or do you and boss man have another gig for me?”
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