#it’s short it’s sweet and I’m tired I need to eep

[oobbbear]

Short film

The core of anger is deep sadness

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[fxckin-polkadots]

I saw your head cannon that Bob likes to sit under the table and I like to do that as well especially when I’m stressed. What if Bob comes home to find the reader under the table having a panic attack and they just sit together under the table until they calm down and maybe even fall asleep with their head in his lap

this is so cute!

Safe with me // Bob Taylor

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Warnings: Not proof read (sorry)

A/N: Reader is gender neutral (no pronouns used, as it’s not specified in the ask)

Synopsis: Bob comes home from an errand (what ever that could be) and finds you beneath his table, and with what little social skills he has he attempts to make you feel better

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Rattling keys hastily unlocked the front door, Bob quickly shuffling inside and locking it again, counting the dead bolts he had to shut before going further into his house. Once he made sure they were all tightly bolted, he called out for you.

“Y/n? Are you still here?” His voice quivered slightly, he didn’t like being all alone since you two had met, and he certainly didn’t like the silence that followed his question. He placed the bag of bottled water on the ground and walked down his hall, scanning anywhere for you.

Had you left? had you finally gotten tired of him and decided you’d be better off leaving unannounced? His brain raced until something jolted him from his thoughts. A soft, barely audible sniffle. He whipped his head around in the direction it was coming from, and what he saw, was you, sitting beneath his dinning room table, hands over your ears.

He quietly crept towards you, sliding under the table and in turn, next to you. He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his cheek on his knees. Lost for words. He’d never seen you cry before, you’d always been the strong one, standing up for him when people called him weird or stared at him for his, as you called them, “quirks”

“Uhm…y/n-“ the sudden noise made you jump, making an audible “eep!” noise, you turned to face him, your face heating up as you harshly brushed your tears away. “Oh, Bob, sorry i excepted you to be longer,” You say with a half hearted chuckle. Bob’s brows furrowed into an unfamiliar expression, though you couldn’t actually make out what it was.

“You’re crying”

“No I’m not”

“You are”

You can’t help the hot tears currently rolling down your face as bob stared at you, thinking what he could say to remedy whatever was bothering you. He looked away, opened his mouth, closed it again, his cheeks began to blossom with a rosey blush, as finally he asked “D-do you need a hug?”

You pause, before a soft chuckle left your lips, “yes, please” You said as you scoot over to him, his arms awkwardly pulling you a little too hard-

thump

you fell against his lap, looking up at him, he looked so embarrassed you thought he might exploded right then and there, but instead with shaking hands, he cradled your head, his other hand going to hold yours.

“B-better?”

“Mhm, better” you said, a soft smile on your face, and for a second, you swore he was smiling too. Though you couldn’t tell for long as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep finally enveloping you.

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This is short but sweet! Poor bob he’s doing his best

im sure once the reader wakes up they would’ve realised they’ve been pinning him to the floor for hours-

[chaoticpuff17]

Suga, We’re Going Down

part 14

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Y/N was frozen like a deer in the headlights as Yoongi stared her down, arms crossed over his chest. It would have been better if he yelled, but he was eerily calm.  His tone was low and even, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the sleeping toddler or because he was actually calm, but there was something absolutely terrifying about that calm tone. It was far too similar to the tone she used with Eun Jae when he misbehaved. 

“When were you going to tell me?” 

“I… um… I didn’t think it mattered?” she winced, hating how small and timid she sounded. 

He quirked a brow, looking utterly unimpressed. “You didn’t think it mattered? You didn’t think a child mattered?” 

“Not to our arrangement.” 

He sighed heavily sitting himself down on her sofa and beckoning her over. She remained frozen, much to his disappointment. “I don’t think you want to make me wait, angel.” he growled. When she still didn’t move, he tapped his thigh spurring her to action. 

She scampered across the room, taking a seat beside him, fidgeting under the weight of his gaze. 

“Now, why did you hide Eun Jae from me?” he asked, hating the way she flinched at the question. With a heavy sigh, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Did you think I would cancel the contract if I knew you had a child? He is yours isn’t he? Well, not biologically, but still.” 

“Please, don’t. I need… I need this job. I can’t…” tears started to well up in her eyes. “I can’t lose this job. I have to take care of my family. I have to...” he didn’t like the panicked tone or the frightened eyes. She should never be frightened of him, not his angel.

“It’s alright, angel.” he shushed her. “Tell me about Eun Jae.”

 “He’s… my son. Well, he’s my sister’s child, biologically. I adopted him after she abandoned him.” she whispered, moving her gaze to the floor. “And where is your sister?” 

“I don’t know.” she murmured, feeling ashamed even though she logically knew she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. She wasn’t her sister. Her family did not define her, but there was something very intimidating about Yoongi’s gaze. “No one’s heard from her since he was born.” 

“What about the father?” 

Yoongi was quick to notice the flash of distaste that passed over her features at the question. 

“He isn’t in the picture.” 

He paused for a moment, contemplating this new information as it suddenly clicked. He knew exactly who Eun Jae looked like. “It’s that bastard from the club isn’t it?” 

The way she flinched as he squeezed her thigh was enough confirmation of that, and Yoongi found himself disliking the man even more. He was grateful that there was so much of his angel in the little boy. He looked like her, but there was something in the shape of his nose and the set of his mouth that was undeniably similar to the man from the club. He had his angel’s eyes though. 

“Why did you cancel on me yesterday?” he questioned, keeping a keen eye on her, soaking up all of her reactions. 

“Taehyung showed up at the park yesterday.” she admitted. 

“The father.” 

“Eun Jae doesn’t have a father.” she hissed, and Yoongi was pleased to note the contempt in her tone. That was good. She shouldn’t be acknowledging men who weren’t him. “He’s never even met Eun Jae before.” 

“Before yesterday.” she looked over to her sleeping child nervously, as though she was worried he was going to disappear, and Yoongi was quick to pull her to him, pulling her attention back to him. He didn’t like seeing her distressed, and it was clear that whatever had happened yesterday had distressed her. “What happened at the park?” He needed more information if he was going to fix the situation. He couldn’t have someone distressing his woman or his child. 

“He just showed up. I don’t know how he knew we were there.” she whispered, shuddering at the memory, her words rushing together as she tried to explain herself. Not only had she lied to Yoongi, but she’d been in contact with another man, one that Yoongi had already expressed a clear dislike for. With his possessive nature, it was in her best interest to clear the air as quickly as possible. “He’s not supposed to know where we are. He doesn’t have any rights. He and his family wanted nothing to do with Eun Jae when Ha Jin got pregnant. They even signed away the parental rights. I had no idea he was going to show up.” 

“He wanted to see Eun Jae?” she nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the memory. “You didn’t agree to let him see him?” 

“No. I told him at the club I didn’t want him near Eun Jae.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help the thrill that went up his spine at that. She hadn’t wanted that bastard meeting her son, but she had allowed him into her home, allowed him near her child. She’d cooked for him as well. God, he loved her cooking. 

“And he came anyway?” she nodded again, shuddering and prompting Yoongi to pull her into his lap loving the adorable little ‘eep’ it elicited from her. “He’s not going to come near you again. Do you understand me?” 

“I can’t make him stay away. I don’t have…”

“I will keep him away.” he interrupted, squeezing her thigh possessively. “I can’t have him near my girl.” 

She sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. “I don’t know if you can keep him away. He’s from a powerful family. He already said the police wouldn’t care if I called them on him.”

“He threatened you?” Yoongi growled, unintentionally tightening his grip on her, and she made another squeak like noise of distress. 

“I threatened him.” he smirked, proud of her for that. Of course his angel knew she wasn’t supposed to entertain other men. “It just didn’t work.”  she muttered playing with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t even know how he knew where we lived, that we would be at the park.” 

Yoongi tutted, shushing her as he tipped her chin up so she was looking at him again. “He’s not going to find you again.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Of course I do.” He scoffed, releasing her chin. “We’re getting you a new apartment.” 

“What?” her eyes were wide and owlish as she stared at him. 

“He knows where you lived. He accosted you and your son at the park. You can’t stay here.” he scoffed, explaining the situation to her as though she was the child in this apartment. 

“This is all I afford.” She released a scoff of her own, moving to get off his lap, but Yoongi was quick to hook an arm around her waist keeping her firmly in place. 

“And what makes you think you’ll be paying for the new apartment?” he raised one dark brow questioningly. 

She paused, scanning his features to see if he was joking or not. He wasn’t. “I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t ask, and neither am I. I can’t have some bastard sniffing around my girl, especially not when there’s a child involved.” 

Y/N stared at him, not quite understanding why he was doing this. He didn’t owe her anything. He probably should have canceled the arrangement the moment he figured out she was a single mother, but he didn’t. Instead he was talking about moving her and her son into a new apartment. It didn’t make sense. 

“You don’t have…”

“It’s not up for debate, angel.” he huffed out something resembling a laugh from his nose. “I don’t like the idea of another man skulking around what’s mine, and I don’t think you like the idea of him being near the kid.” She couldn’t really argue with that. “No, arguing.” 

“But…”

“Angel.” immediately, her mouth clicked shut. “I’m assigning Jackson to you as a full time bodyguard.” 

“That’s not,” 

“Not up for debate.” his glare had her quickly shutting up again. “I protect what’s mine, and you, angel, are mine.” 

“But I…”

Yoongi gripped her chin again, his grip firmer this time, squeezing her jaw. “Who do you belong to, angel?” 

“Well, you…” she responded a little hesitantly with the words she knew he wanted to hear. 

“Of course you’re mine, and since you’re mine, you’re mine to protect, so don’t worry your pretty little head about this.” 

He pulled her in, placing a quick kiss to her lips before letting her retreat a little bit, even though he wouldn't let her off his lap. 

“It’s still too much.” she protested, her face pinched with worry, an expression Yoongi didn’t like to see on her face. His angel should never have to worry over anything. 

“It’s my job to take care of you.” he purred, pulling her into him so that she was leaning against his chest, her head nestled on his shoulder. “Just like your job is to take care of me and the kid. I’ll have a new apartment ready for you by the end of the weekend. Jackson is going to keep an eye on you, make sure that no crazy fans or that bastard bother you, and you, angel, are going to call me if he comes snooping again.” he ordered. 

She sighed, sinking further into his embrace. She’d been so on edge since yesterday. It felt nice to be held and have someone else making plans. She knew she should protest more. She knew it was odd, but she was so tired, and she wanted Eun Jae safe. Yoongi was offering them safety. 

“I want you and the kid to stay with me at the penthouse for the rest of the weekend.” 

“What?” she sat up a little, staring at him with wide eyes. That was a request she certainly wasn’t expecting. 

“Do you want that bastard to show up again?” 

He could see the conflict raging. It was written all over her face, but he knew her. He knew she was a sweet woman. He knew how much she loved her family, and she was a good mother. That was more than clear from the short time he’d spent with her and the kid. 

“No.”she admitted, voice soft and timid. 

“Once he’s up from his nap, you’ll back a bag, and we’ll head back to mine.” 

“I can’t ask you to,” 

“And what makes you think I’m asking, angel?” God, he loved those doe eyes of hers, and they seemed so much bigger now as she stared at him. He could have done without the stress he could see in them though. “It’s just for two days.” 

“I take him back to Halmeoni tomorrow night.” she murmured. “She watches him during the week.”

He hummed, nodding in understanding. “Then it’s only for a night.” 

“Eomma!” a sleepy voice called distracing both of them. Y/N was cursing how short that nap had been. He was going to be tired and cranky later. Toddlers needed naps, almost as much as their mothers needed the break those naps provided. 

The toddler padded over to them climbing onto the sofa and then proceeded to climb into their laps wedging himself between them, flopping back against Yoongi’s chest sleepily. 

“Cuddle pile?” he asked, clutching his dinosaur plush to his chest. 

“Yeah, buddy. Eomma and I were just cuddling.” Yoongi reassured the toddler, gently ruffling his sleep mussed hair. “How do you feel about a sleepover with me and eomma?” he asked, not waiting for Y/N to object. 

“Can we have ice cream?” Eun Jae asked, perking up immediately. 

“Of course. We can build a fort too, but you and Eomma need to pack a bag.” 

The toddler was quick to climb off of them, dragging his mother with him, chattering about what kind of ice cream he wanted as he decided what toys he wanted to bring. 

A slow smirk spread across his face as he pulled out his phone watching his angel pack herself and her son for the weekend. He had arrangements to make. He had a family to protect after all. 

part 15

[mega-ultra-so-awesome-it-hurts]

Replaced... for the Better

A/N: OKAY LOVES I DID IT! HERE IT IS! I KNOW IT’S TWO MILLION YEARS LATE BUT HERE!  

Pairing: Paul Lahote x black!reader x Jasper Hale

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Heavy angst, sort of cheating. 

Requested: No, but pleeeease request. I’m booored

Word count: 1106 (eep SORRY it’s so short! I was in a mood when I wrote out the rought draft hehe)

Summary: You find out you’re not the only one Paul imprinted on. But how will you take it? There MIGHT be a part 2, if enough people want it.

(GIF’s are not mine. Credit to owners!)

You weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, and you knew it. But Paul still loved you. You knew he did. Or, you thought he did. Allow me to set the scene:

 It was August, 2008. Slightly chilly outside, so it was cold inside, too. You were cooking dinner for the boys. You heard the door open, and you felt a cool Autumn breeze flow through your burnt orange sweater.

 “Angel?” You smiled. It was Paul, your fiance. But... you thought you heard another person with him. One of the pack, maybe? 

 “Kitchen, baby! C’mere, I want you to taste this gumbo I’m makin’!” You were from New Orleans, and you were always cookin’ up soul food for your boys. A lot of times, you’d try some new food that you weren’t familiar with, but they’d all turn out wonderful. You and Emily were the best cooks on the reservation, that was for sure. The Pack thought y’all were the best cooks in Forks, but that was a bit cocky, and cocky wasn’t really your thing. 

 Paul’s footsteps stalled in the hallway, and you could hear the faintest of whispers. You rolled your eyes, knowing how much Paul and Jared loved to sneak up behind you and steal tastes of whatever you were cookin’. 

 “Come on in, boys! I’ll let you have a taste, too, Jared!” You assured the other Quileute boy you were sure accompanied your man.

 “Uh... Y/N, I’m not with Jared...” Paul’s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew instantly something was wrong. He never ever called you by your name. He must’ve done somethin’ stupid again, you figured.

 “What’d you do now, Paul?” Your voice held a hint of amusement, but it was mostly tired. You’d been on your feet all day, and now Paul was being all suspicious, so you were not going to get to rest any time soon. Well, you were more right about that than you had thought. 

“Um, Y/N, can you come into the living room?” You put down the sharp kitchen knife that Emily gave you for your 18th birthday last month, which you were using to dice the carrots. Slowly, you turned the stove flame down, making sure the gumbo wouldn’t burn. Then, ever so slightly, you peeked your head into the living room. With Paul was another man. Pale, pale thing, honeyed hair, and golden eyes. You relaxed a bit. The Cullens came over from time to time, so you were familiar with the blonde doctor and his family. You smiled, walking over to be a good hostess and welcome him, when you noticed a minor detail you hadn’t seen before.

They were holding hands.

You stopped in your tracks, your smile faltering. Paul let go of the blond Cullen boy’s, (was his name Jasper?) hand, moving closer to you.

“Angel,” Paul began, walking towards you. “This is Jasper.” So you were right. “He’s my other imprint.” You dropped to the floor in shock, legs bent to the left, hands supporting your upper half to your right. 

“Y/N?” Paul knelt beside you, his brows furrowed in concern. You shook off his hand.

“When?” You inquired, eyes still trained on the ground before you.

“Y/N-”

“When??” You questioned once more. Paul flinched slightly, then closed his eyes.

“The battle with the newborns.” Your breath caught. That was only 3 months after you and he had met. Only two weeks after you and Paul had first kissed. You had forgotten to breathe, and now your lungs burned for air. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Forcing a smile onto your features, you got to your feet. 

“Hello,” Jasper said, nodding slightly. You softened a bit. You could tell he was nervous. 

“Hi, honey. It’s wonderful to meet you.” You offered one of your better, more sincere smiles. 

“You as well, ma’am.” Jasper stuck his hand out for you to shake.  You shook your head, pushing it away.

“Now, now, sweetie. None of that.” You opened your arms, stepping forward.

“I’m a hugger, shugs.” He opened his arms as well, and you both shared a sweet - albeit awkward - embrace.

“Come on,” you said, pulling away. 

“I’m makin’ some gumbo, and I need you to mince the celery.” You took his cold hand in yours and led him into the kitchen. You gave him a stalk of celery and handed him a knife, telling him to get to work.

And then, it was like you had both known each other forever. Because it had to be. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and you definitely didn’t want to discourage Paul from happiness. So you laughed and smiled ‘till it hurt, locking your true feelings away in an iron safe so deep down, it was lost to even you.

Eventually, Jasper went home, and you stayed happy. For the rest of the day, you were all smiles, so bubbly it should’ve been suspicious. But nobody asked. Maybe they simply didn’t notice. Or maybe, just maybe, nobody cared.

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Late that night, you and Paul were set up on the bed you both shared. You had your body resting against Paul’s chest, your lap housing a red bowl halfway filled with popcorn. You and Paul were watching a movie. It was one of the sappy romances that Paul couldn’t stand, but you loved them, and he loved you. Didn’t he? You were playing with Paul’s fingers when he asked you,

“You sure you’re okay with it?” He didn’t have to say what he meant. You knew. You put on your best act, looked up into Paul’s face, and you lied to him.

“Absolutely. Jas - He’s family now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. You hoped Paul didn’t notice. Paul’s expression changed, happy now. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on your head.

“You have no idea what that means to me, Angel. Thank you,” he whispered. You said nothing, not wanting to say anything else you couldn’t take back. You both went back to watching the movie. You were no longer playing with your man’s fingers, your hands now resting on either side of the popcorn bowl. Neither of you said another word. 

Once the movie was over, you tied up your hair, laying next to Paul for the night. You waited for Paul’s breathing to even out, then changed into some decent runners clothes. You packed a duffel, and then, slipping a note into the side of the bed that you usually slept on, you left, without uttering so much as a goodbye.

A/N: I know it’s late, but it’s FINALLY done lmao. I had it written out weeks ago on paper, but between studying for midterms and failing biology, I haven’t really had time to update. Now, this wasn’t the ending I ORIGINALLY planned to go with, but i’m a bitch so I decided to change it. Part 2 MIGHT include more of the Cullen fam, and there MIGHT be a slight shift in gravity MUAHAHAHA. I have many things planned for the dear reader... so follow my account (or ask to be added to my taglist) for P2 when it comes!! SOrry for the title... my brain is spent and y’all probs won’t even see any MENTIONS of a P2 until March hahaha. But anyway hope y’all enjoyed this!

[liquid-luck-00]

Pets

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 17: Pets

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

Just got to shout out  @thebookwormfairy because i love your Captian the Retired Police Dog Au and pet_foolery of Pixie and Brutus who were an inspiration for this

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Damian was looking everywhere for Titus and Ace to take them for a walk. Unfortunately for him he couldn't find either of them anywhere. He checked the kitchen, the cave, the living rooms, his room and they weren't there.

As he was passing Mari's room and her sewing room, he heard her sewing machine stop.

"Hey Qamri have you seen" he started as he walked in and he saw them "Titus and Ace" he finished in a huff crossing his arms still holding the the leads.

"They've been here all morning" she gave a small laugh as she secured a new bandana on Ace.

"They always are" he grumbled. "You need your own pet"

As soon as he said it a huge smile was on his face as well as his sister's. Once they made eye contact they raced out of the sewing room Ace and Titus close on their heels.

They ran through the manor looking for their father. They stopped at his study but he wasn't there. They turned around bumping into Drake but none of them said anything. They passed through the gym but to no avail and as they rushed through Todd seemed to eye them.

They went trough the living room but no one was there. So they went down to the cave, where they found him.

"Father/Dad" they called out at the same time.

He turned around from the monitor.

"Yes Wh.." he was cut off by Todd.

"What the hell is going on" Todd yelled "You two tore through the manor and Demon spawn is smiling so this can't be good."

"Wait what is going on" Grayson asked from next to their father.

"I would like to know that as well" Father finally answered.

"Can I get a pet?" Mari asked "I'll be responsible I swear. I already take one of the Kwamii. Please" as she then unleashed her puppy eyes.

"Please Father" he asked as well.

"Of course, only another pet could get that Demon to smile" they heard Todd grumble.

"At least he's asking" Drake seemed to responded.

"Fine" Father relented with a sigh. "But only one and Mari gets to pick them out"

As soon as he said that they heard Jason leave the cave grumbling.

"Yes" Mari cheered running up to father giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before they both ran out of the cave.

He and Mari got to the garage where they saw Jason.

"I'm driving" he responded "I don't trust that Demon here to not come back with just one" he finished as Mari got in the car.

The drive to the shelter was mostly filled with suggestions and debate between what pet she would choose. As well as mumbled grumbles from Jason

Whether it would be dog or a cat. A cat to be a friend with Alfred or a dog of her own.

She also thought of possibly a bird or hamster. Both were rejected on the premise of Alfred.

Then she thought of maybe a rabbit. At this point she just seemed to quiet down and was lost in thought.

As the three exited the car and made their way in Jason's grumbles continued "Maybe it'll be a bunny, their quiet, with floppy ears" Damian just had to chuckle of that.

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Stepping into the shelter she couldn't believe how many animals were there. She knew that she wanted to find every one of them a home. But she also remembered that Dad said only one pet.

"Do you guys mind if I walk the kennels alone?"

"Go for it" Jason replied almost immediately.

"But "Damian started but Jay-Jay pulled him away before he could argue.

The puppies and kittens were the closest to the entrance. She crouched down and they excitedly went up to her before playing with one another again.

She continued down until the end of the hall way she turned around and that was when she saw him. The name on the information sheet was Sentinel. He was a German Shepard which may have been why he was isolated.

He was curled up on the bed in his kennel, his head down watching her.

She didn't know why but she sat down in the hallway.

"Hi there" she spoke softly smiling. "I'm Marinette" he perked up and seemed to study her before standing up and walking over to the gate.

At this they watched one another before he sat down. She reached towards him and offered to have him smell her hand.

He sniffed her and licked her hand as well.

"How did you do that" she heard a voice behind her. She turned to see her brothers and an employee who was the one who spoke.

"Do what?" she asked for clarification.

"Sentinel here wouldn't let anyone near him and here he is licking your hand."

"Oh" she could only answer.

"Why wouldn't he let anyone near him?' Jason asked worried.

"He was a military dog who lost his handler"

"Why didn't he get a new handler then?" Mari asked.

"We think they tried but he didn't respond to them well. So he was placed here"

She looked back at the dog in-front of her. He seemed sweet and quiet, but also fiercely loyal.

"Do you want to come home with us?" she asked placing her hand just inside the gate. He looked over at Damian and Jason and seemed to size them up.

After which he nudged her hand with his nose and licked her again. Now having her attention he stood up wagging his tail and gave a short bark.

"I believe that means yes" Damian almost seemed to laugh.

The employee went to take him for grooming while we went to fill out the adoption papers. Sentinel looked over at her, to which she nodded, and he left without a hassle. Much to the relief of the employee it seemed.

Afterwards they went to the pet store to get him a few chew toys, collar, lead, and a dog bed. After that they went to the vet to get him chipped and to double check his vaccinations before heading home.

Once at the Manor he seemed to get along well with both Titus and Ace. Alfred, the cat, gave him a lazy glance before returning to a nap. But the entire time he didn't leave her side.

He took a quick liking to Dick and Damian, Dick she's pretty sure it's cause she laughed at something he did. And Damian because he respected Sentinel’s space and possibly a bit of bribery.

He seemed neutral with everyone else.

Except when anyone seems to need or loose something, which he finds faster than you could even ask.

Next

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[thewritewolf]

Four Times (And the Lucky One) Chapter 1: Understandable

Hello and welcome to this short, five chapter story about Adrien, where the universe tries its best to test the extent of his patience! I'll be updating this story once a week, so sit back and enjoy this little adventure.

Although it doesn’t bear a lot of symblance to the original source, this story was inspired by this comic by @sweetsweetsweetie! The concept of Adrien sneakily trying to get Marinette on a date really got my imagination running. I thought to myself: Why is he being so stealthy about this? What could have happened to make this his go-to idea? A long talk with my beta later, and the outline for this story was born!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Enjoy!

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Adrien’s heart pounded in his chest as he vaulted over buildings in his haste to check on Marinette. Normally, he’d just accept that the Ladybug cure would have fixed anything that was wrong, but these last few months of frequent visits to her balcony as Chat Noir…

...Well, they’d helped him see her in a different light. A light where he got worried about her safety even when there was no logical reason to be besides her home being kind of close to an akuma battle. He was conflicted over it since his feelings for Ladybug certainly hadn’t gone away in the meantime, leaving him torn between two amazing women.

But that was a problem for later. For now, he just wanted to make sure that Marinette was alright.

He landed on a building across the street from Marinette’s home and took a moment to catch his breath in the shade of a rooftop umbrella. He snuck glances through her bedroom windows, trying to see if she was there. The akuma battle had been a tough one, and had even required that he recharge in the middle of the fight. Come to think of it, while he hadn’t used his cataclysm towards the end, Ladybug had definitely used her lucky charm. She should be transforming back any minute now. Hopefully she was alright.

A shadow passed over his hiding spot. As if summoned by his concern, Ladybug herself landed on Marinette’s balcony. Adrien frowned - were Ladybug and Marinette friends? Did Ladybug think Marinette was in danger? As he watched, there was a brief flash of red and Marinette was pacing her room, followed by a floating red and black creature.

His eyes flew open and he let out an involuntary ‘eep!’ before making a beeline for his home. All his energy was focused solely on getting him there. It was only once he rolled into his room through his window that he allowed himself to begin to process what he had just seen. Almost immediately, he became a panicked wreck. So much so, that it took him a few minutes to even realize that he’d been pacing his room as Chat Noir ever since he got back.

“Claws in.”

Plagg yawned and stretched before plastering a wicked grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Looks like loverboy has finally figured out who his dear sweet love is.” He watched Adrien pace before adding, “Sit down, kid! You’re going to drive me crazy.”

Adrien did as he was told and absently fidgeted with his ring. “This isn’t good, Plagg…”

“What?” The kwami scoffed. “I thought you’d be thrilled about this! You finally know who ladybug is - it’s like a dream come true for you!”

“She’ll be so mad when she finds out!”

“Oh like Ladybug hasn’t been mad at Chat Noir before.”

“Marinette doesn’t get mad at Adrien though!”

“...I guess?”

“Besides,” he said with growing dread. “I had a chance with Ladybug, you know? I figured maybe I could get her to fall for me eventually. We spend a lot of time together, we have great chemistry, we’re both heroes…”

“Yes,” Plagg drawled, “I am aware of this.”

“But Marinette…” Adrien stared off into the distance, ignoring Plagg. “I barely had a chance with Ladybug. But Marinette is totally out of my league.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me-”

“Plagg. Ladybug is one thing, but brave, selfless, kind, beautiful, student council president, helps everyone she meets, Ladybug-without-the-spots MARINETTE? How can I hope to be cool enough for her?” Adrien leaned back in his chair and whined, “Chat Noir isn’t cool enough for her!”

His eyes widened and he sprung out of his chair. "Wait... oh no, Plagg! Ladybug said she likes another boy, remember? What am I gonna do?!”

There was a long silence and eventually Adrien risked looking over at Plagg, who was staring at him in stunned disbelief.

"It's you.”

Adrien frowned. “No, she’s made it clear she doesn’t have feelings for Chat Noir-”

Plagg waved a paw irritably. “No, no. You. Adrien Agreste. She is crushing on you. Big time, kiddo.”

“No,” he said, crossing his arms, “She made it very clear that she isn’t. She’s even said as much.”

"Kid, she has photos of your face taped to her WALLS.”

"She likes my father’s label!"

"And I can’t believe you bought that the first time, let alone all the other times!" Plagg rolled his eyes. “Listen - trust me on this, pigtails has a big ol’ crush on you and the only one who doesn’t know it is you.”

Adrien was about to protest, but everything began to click into place. The stuttering that had gotten better during their friendship. The photos of him scattered throughout her room. The time she confessed that she loved him when she thought he was a statue. He’d brushed it all aside because she always assured him that she didn’t have feelings for him, but if he disregarded that… the evidence was clear.

Stunned, he collapsed into his desk chair, slack jawed. “She… loves me.” He lurched to a sitting up position. “I need to tell her that I’m Chat Noir.”

“I mean, yeah, probably.”

“But I can’t just tell her.”

Plagg gave a tired sigh. “Why not, kid?”

“Because she might get mad at me for finding out, but she can’t be mad if she finds out on her own too!”

“That… doesn’t make sense.”

“It makes plenty of sense! I just need to get her alone so only she gets the hints. I can’t give Alya clues too.”

“What about taking her on a date?” Plagg suggested half-heartedly. “Plenty of time alone there.”

“That’s perfect! This will be easier than I thought.”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Well… you have been awfully insistent that you two are just friends. It might be tough to get her to think otherwise now.”

Adrien ran a hand through his hair and bit down on the rising panic. He could do this. He was Chat Noir, superhero and famous romantic. How hard could asking out one girl be?

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The next day, Adrien waited outside the school for Marinette. He wanted to be sure there were as few eavesdroppers around as possible. While there was the matter of secrecy, it was more the romance of it that Adrien was after. If he allowed himself to hope, then this first date would be the start of a long and loving relationship. It had to be absolutely perfect and that meant getting the perfect opportunity to ask her out. Even if he had practical matters to worry about when they were actually on that date, like delicately and subtly destroying their secret identities.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he very nearly missed Marinette leaving the school. Nino and Alya had already left together, which meant that Adrien had a golden moment where neither of their friends would be hovering over them. He could speak from his heart without being afraid of looking foolish.

“Hey, Marinette!” He called out to her as he rushed over to her. “I need to ask you-”

She turned around and his tongue stopped functioning. He became lost in her piercing blue eyes and he belatedly wondered how he had ever managed to talk to her before. Was she always this pretty? Had he just been too blinded by Ladybug to notice? Either way, his train of thought crashed and burned.

Her eyes became concerned. “H-hey, Adrien! Cool meeting you here.” She winced. “Not that I, uh, didn’t expect to see you here. At school, I mean. It’s just, uh, you- you usually leave. Pretty quick. Once school is done. So… y-yeah. Wh-what did you want?”

How could one person be so endearingly precious?

“I, uh… um, that is, you-”

Her face became clouded with concern “...Are you okay, Adrien?”

“Y-yes.” He took a deep breath. “I just wanted to ask-”

A roar interrupted him and he scanned the horizon. Screams were heard soon after and he narrowed his eyes. No doubt there was an akuma out there, but he had something important to do first. He turned back towards Marinette…

...Or, more appropriately, where Marinette had just been. No doubt, his dutiful lady was already on her way to the akuma. Better not keep her waiting. He ducked behind a bush. As his transformation washed over him, he kicked himself. It was so close, too!

Hopefully next time would be easier.

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There was something definitely wrong with her kitty.

The fight was taking longer than it should, mostly because Chat Noir seemed distracted. That wasn’t anything too noteworthy. They were human beings, after all, with civilian lives and all that came with it. Sometimes they would have an off day, and that was nothing to get too worked up about. Both of them had plenty of those kinds of days

But the sudden lack of flirting from her partner? That was worrying. Even in life-or-death situations Chat Noir took the time to lay it on thick as he tried to woo her. There had been a few compliments from him, so she knew he hadn’t been replaced in some weird akuma scheme, but something definitely felt off-kilter.

The weirdest thing of all was the shyness, though. It wasn’t much - just a little tremor in his words, the way a blush would creep out from under his mask if their eyes made contact in the heat of the fight. It wasn’t something she was used to from her bold kitty. He was almost acting like she did out of the mask.

When the fight ended and the Ladybug cure had been released, she eschewed the usual fist bump in favor of pressing her hand to his forehead. He jumped at the unexpected contact.

“M-my lady?”

“No fever,” she mumbled. “So you probably aren’t sick.” She put her hands on her hips and watched him carefully, noticing the way his fingers twitched at his side and he could only steal glances at her. “What’s up, kitty? You usually aren’t this… skittish.”

He gave his most charming smile and she could see the nervousness dropping away from him like a cloak. “Sorry. I guess I’ve just had… things on my mind. Civilian things. You don’t need to worry about me, m’lady.”

The way he put emphasis on civilian made her curious, but she knew she couldn’t prod any further. If he wanted to talk about it, maybe she’d find out when he visited Marinette soon. For one reason or another, he was more open about his feelings then - at least, the feelings that weren’t his affection for Ladybug, which he always wore on his sleeve.

“If you’re sure…” She offered her fist, which he gladly bumped. “I’ll see you later, chaton. Take care of yourself.” Her yoyo flew out and soon she was flying above the city once again. She risked a glance behind her, expecting to see Chat Noir’s back as he made his way home, or wherever it was that he went.

To her surprise, he stood in the same spot and watched her leave.

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Adrien landed in his room and called off his transformation.

“Well. That could’ve gone better,” Plagg commented drily.

“I’ll say. But I’m not worried. It just means I’ll have to try again - and next time, it will work.”

“Planning on being less of a stuttering mess next time around?”

Adrien shot Plagg a dirty look, but instead of being chastised the kwami simply cackled. “Yes, I will be. It’s just… been a lot to take in. I’ll be better next time. You can count on it.”

“What makes you think it will work any better?”

“I’ll have it planned out! With how my schedule is, I won’t have another opportunity for a while, so that means I have plenty of time to figure out my next move and set up the ideal scene. There’s no way anything can get in the way this time!”

While Adrien struck a pose and stared off into the horizon, full of hope and energy, Plagg rolled his eyes behind him. That boy’s romantic notions were gonna bite him in the butt really quickly.

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Sorry this took so long Star, I hope this is everything you wanted!! I'm so honored that you were my first ever request, it's just so gah!! Exciting!!! Thank you so much for helping me with everything!! I love you!!

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Kitty Cat Confessions

    Shinsou takes a deep breath as he prepares himself.  Today is the day. The day he finally gets up the nerve to ask you, his adorable crush, out.  Fingers crossed that you say yes.

    He takes one more breath before slipping into the library and sitting at the table you normally read at. Before clearing his throat and making his presence known he can’t help but look at you for a moment, admiring your features.

    He always thought your glasses and short hair were cute, but add that to your shy and bookworm personality it just doubles your cuteness. What can he say, he’s always had a soft spot for shy girls.

    After a moment he reaches out and gently taps your shoulder, chuckling as you jump, startling from your concentration.  “Hey (y/n), sorry for startling you but I wanted to ask you something.” He pauses for a moment, his cheeks faintly flushing as he taps his fingers on the table. “I uh, was wondering if you wanted to go with me to check out that cafe place, P-Paws and Whiskers.”

    You blink as you look at the purple-haired boy.  Is he asking you on a date? No, no he couldn’t be asking you on a date.  Shinsou isn’t the date type of person. You flush slightly and dip your head, your hair falling to cover some of your face. “I-is this...um like a- nevermind.  Yeah, I’d like to come with you. What is the theme of this restaurant? It sounds...cat-like.”

    You watch as Shinsou blushes a little more at your question.  Is he...embarrassed? You watch as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, your eyes curiously on him. “It’s uh, it’s a cat cafe…” 

You pause for a moment before breaking out into giggles, your hand coming to hide your mouth.  Shinsou wants to take you to a cat cafe: How totally unexpected! “Toshi that’s so like you! I would love to go with you to a cat cafe!  Kitties are cute!”

    The purplenette feels himself flush slightly as you excitedly agree to go with him.  He didn’t expect you to so readily agree to go with him. You look so cute with your cheeks all flushed and your glasses slightly askew.  Oh man, he really has it bad, doesn’t he?

    “So when do you wanna go Toshi?” you ask softly, head tilted adorably.  Shinsou clears his throat glancing at you in adoration. You’re such a cutie.  “Maybe tomorrow, for lunch? Does that sound good mouse?” He asks using the sweet nickname he has for you. 

    When he first met you you hardly spoke.  Despite that fact, you never seemed scared of him and would always give him a little smile and reply to him shyly whenever he would ask you something directly.  He always found it more endearing than anything else because you still eagerly interacted with him. You even squeaked once when he startled you on accident, which is where ‘mouse’ came from.

    You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, (e/c) orbs wide and searching. 

Do you...look good enough?  You reach into your small side bag and pull out a small tube of mascara, some foundation, and a little tube of lipgloss.  Your mom had gotten you a little bit of makeup for your birthday and you decided now was a pretty good time to use it. 

    You glance at your phone anxiously once more.  He said around lunch right? You’re not too early right?  You bite your lip before nearly jumping out of your skin as you see a pair of lilac eyes staring into your own.  “Eep!” You squeak before calming yourself as you process that’s it’s just Shinsou.

    The boy breaks out into a fit of laughter as you squeak and jump causing you to begin to pout.  “That was mean Toshi.” You fume lightly, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. How dare he do this to you!  You hate how much you jump because of the purple-haired boy. It’s even more embarrassing because you like him.  Man, you wish you were less of a scaredy-cat so that he might actually like you.

Shinsou smiles slightly as you calm down and pout at him, your cheeks flushed pink and your eyes cast down.  Gosh, you’re too cute. He chuckles and gently takes your hand, a tender smile on his lips and in his eyes. “Sorry mouse, didn’t meet to startle you.  You ready to-”

    Halting himself mid-sentence, the boy stares at you finally taking in your appearance.  The light makeup you have on highlights your features perfectly. The little bit of dark lip gloss on your lips making them pop, completely drawing the purple-haired boy’s eyes to them.  He really wants to kiss you now because of that. 

    “Hey Hitoshi, you in there?”  Your soft voice finally breaks through the fog in Shinsou’s head.  He repeatedly blinks before smiling slightly awkwardly at you and rubbing the back of his neck.  “Sorry (y/n), I guess I got lost in dreamland. You ready to go to lunch then?” 

    Your small smile and nod are all he needs to make his heart race with excitement and adoration for you.  “Perfect.” He smiles and offers his arm to you. He grins wider as you eagerly loop your arm through his, your (e/c) eyes shining.  “Alright little mouse, let’s go get some lunch.”

    You stare around the little cafe with wide eyes, awed with the decoration and cats.  You giggle as a white and black cat with a missing leg comes and rubs itself against your own leg.  Reaching down you rub its ears, cooing softly to it. “Hey kitty, whatcha doing cutie?”

    You giggle again as the cat meows at you, golden eyes shining bright. You glance up at Shinsou, a grin on your face.  “Isn’t it a pretty kitty Toshi?” At his nod and smile, you stand and take his hand in a moment of boldness and lead him to the counter so you can order.

    After ordering you lead your cat-loving friend to a corner filled with felines and sit down, watching in adoration as he settles down and pulls a tiny brown kitten into his lap.  Look at him, he’s so cute. Fluffy purple hair and pretty purple eyes and a nice smile. Other people say he’s scary and tired looking, but you never see that. All you see is your sweet, lovable Toshi...the sweet lovable Toshi who you’re hopelessly crushing on.

    Lunch passes quickly as you and Shinsou practically inhale your food so you can play with the cats again.  You enjoy yourself thoroughly as you talk to your purple-haired crush and give love to the needy felines. You glance up from the fluffy cat in your lap to see that the sun is almost setting. "Wow," you comment softly, "it's sunset."

Shinsou glances up from the cat he was petting. Wow, you're right, it is dusk. He looks over at you and is blown away with what he sees. The soft light from the setting sun perfectly illuminates your cute face.  Before he even realizes it, he’s moving across the floor and over to your side. Guess his body has decided that it’s time to confess. He leans close to you and lets out a hot breath. “Please don’t hate me,” he mumbles, eyes flicking to your lips, “but I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

Your eyes shoot wide open behind your lenses as you feel a pair of surprisingly soft lips, Shinsou’s lips to be exact, press against yours.  You’re completely thrown off guard with his bold move. You never expected this, especially from the rather anti-social purplenette.  

After a moment Shinsou pulls away and stares at you.  As he continues to look at you, searching for some sort of reaction, his lilac eyes flood with pain and rejection.  There’s nothing on your face. You hate him now too. “O-oh…” he barely whispers out, “I guess I made a mistake huh?  I guess you’re gonna leave me now too…”

You stare at the boy before you for a moment before you barrel into him, your lips managing to find his as you rather sloppily return his kiss.  You can’t lose him, not because he thinks you don’t love him. You pull out of the quick kiss and pant, your glasses slightly askew. “I could never hate you Shinsou Hitoshi, not when I love you.”

Shinsou stares at you for a moment, stunned at your surprisingly blunt statement and bold action.  You- you love him? Suddenly he laughs, startling a couple of the cats before he wraps his arms around you in an awkward hug.  “Oh my gosh! Holy shit! I-I can’t believe it! You love me!  I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel for so long!  I-I just- this is amazing!”

You know your face is burning as you attempt to hug the purple-haired boy back, but that isn’t what matters.  What matters is that you’re here in the arms of the person you love and the person who loves you. You can’t help but giggle as you turn to Shinsou and place a kiss to his nose.  “I’m so glad you kissed me Hitoshi. I would’ve never have had the courage to admit my feelings for you.”

The soft “Me too” and the new weight on your shoulder you receive from Shinsou is all you need to know that this is a thing now.  You, the quiet, bookworm, four-eyed girl are now together with a budding hero. What more could you ask for? And all you had to thank was this cute little cat cafe and its cats.  Thanks kitties.

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Chocolate Seashell Ch 8 Preview

Because it’s a WIP and I see @icephysics95 / @hylianhick being active on Tumblr and, to put it bluntly, “I hope Senpai notices me!” Because it’s been months and my anxiety makes me swirl in place, thinking you don’t see these things. 

For everyone else? I’ll just say I’ve had a long and meh-to-near-shitty past few days irl when it comes to work. So, fluff. Based on the first times I hugged Leo and the many times I wake up my dad from his naps. 

Also, @wingbladeweaver1357 and @fangoverdang, here’s something for you two. Wing-chan, I know you’ve seen this a bit already, but you’ve helped me out in the last few days and I’m grateful. 

An honorary mention to you too, @langwrites and @owlsofstarlight, because you two ground me. 

Onto writing previews!

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Shinsō shoulders his school bag and walks over to the door, making sure not to bump Iida’s shoulder on the way to wait. Iida’s looking at him, wordlessly gaping and chopping his hands as usual, but Shinsō can’t really find it in himself to care. He’s a good class rep, but some things you just don’t question.

It doesn’t even take a second for blue eyes to peek out from around the hallway corner and then spot him. 

A high-pitched “Hitoshi-kuuuuuuun!” echoes through the hallway and Shinsō hides a smirk. The blue hair ribbons are obvious even from a distance. The small petite figure closes in with the sound of shoes hitting the tile floors, and it’s obvious Hoshino is running. She looks out of breath, still carrying her own school bag, but she’s smiling at him and her blue eyes are still bright. “Hitoshi-kun!” 

“Hey, Tomoko,” he says, and he doesn’t even hesitate to open his arms as soon as she’s a meter away. This was a routine at this point. Screw onlookers, they were going to figure it out sooner or later. Even if he would regret the possibility of Ashido and the other girls hounding him on this kind of thing. But wait. She’s running too fast. Oh no. “Wait a second, Tomoko, slow down—”

“Oh god,” Midoriya says faintly behind him.

Iida’s yelling frantically, saying a loud, “No running in the hallways, Hoshino-kun—”

“Taaaaaaaaah!” is the happy squeal-kind-of-noise leaving her lips and then Tomoko is jumping and barreling into Shinsō’s chest in a tackle hug. Yep. He was too late. Everyone was way too late. Shinsō holds back the urge to groan, squeezing her anyways while twirling on his feet to try working off the momentum. Tomoko’s giggling into his school blazer and cuddling him, and he’s tempted to blush if not for the aching in his ribs representative of all of Hoshino’s unintended force. “I found you, beloved friend! Hello!” 

“Yes, yes, you did,” Shinsō mutters tiredly into her hair, and he breathes in the rosemary scent that is Hoshino before tapping the top of her head with the back of his free hand. Still soft. “Hello to you too. But do you have to tackle me every single time?”

Tomoko pulls back as if slapped, and there’s a kicked-puppy look in her blue eyes. “Uh,” she says, caught off-guard, “if you don’t like it, I can stop?”

Shinsō sighs and pets the top of her hair. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, Hoshino. Just ease up on the running, okay? Davy would have a heart attack if something happened to you.”

He leaves out the thought of, I’d be worried too.

“It is also against school regulations to run in the hallways, Hoshino-kun!” Iida hotly interrupts, and Shinsō pretends to be invisible so Tomoko can notice him instead. “You may have a wonderful relationship with Shinsō-kun—”

“It wasn’t intentional—” Shinsō decides to add sarcastically.

Iida continues, unabated with his usual hand chops. “But you could risk danger to others around you!” 

Still. The smile is back on Tomoko’s face as she nods, albeit sheepish in Iida’s direction, raising her hand to salute to Shinsō and him. The gesture merely signified her energy coming back in full swing. “Aye aye, Cap’n Shinsō, Lieutenant Iida!” she chirps. “Roger that!” 

“L—” Iida’s thrown off guard. “Lieutenant? Not Class Rep?”

“I-I mean, Iida-san is Class 2-A’s Rep! I’m in 1-C!”

“Ohhhh,” Midoriya says quietly. “That explains things.” 

Shinsō holds back an amused scoff just in time for Kei and Davy to approach. “Doofus. Be more observant.”

“Eh—”

“My baby sis!” Davy coos loudly, and Tomoko has no chance to react before he’s swooping her into his arms from behind, pressing his cheek into her hair and snuggling her. Shinsō actively backs up to give the adoptive siblings space. “This is where you ran off to!” 

“N-Nii! Too tight, too tight!” Tomo’s cheeks flush a light red from the close proximity and the surprise, resulting in Kei chuckling as soon as she flanks Shinsō’s side, looking on with fondness in her black eyes. “K-Kei-chan, help!” 

“Nope,” Kei says simply, wearing a not-so-nice smile. Wow. “I’ll stay with Hitoshi-kun over here, Tomo.” Without skipping a beat, she glances behind her to wave at the others. “Hi, Midoriya-san, Uraraka-chan, Iida-san, Hikari-chan.” 

Leonhart lets out a laugh, getting up from her seat as soon as Midoriya is glancing between Davy and Tomoko in shock. “Hey, Kei! Ready for lunch?” The question was short, but it still was marked by how Iida looked caught between intervening and staring himself while Uraraka hummed, going along with the situation. 

“Just about,” Kei shares a glance with Shinsō and he rubs his neck. “Give it a minute.” Meanwhile the hug? 

It was ongoing. Going way past a minute. Somehow. Shinsō couldn’t help but wonder what kind of house Tomoko grew up in considering who was hanging onto her with a death grip. And this was the guy with the quirk that made him both “Unkillable” and “Extremely Unlucky.” Anyone would die in his position at any second, and yet he was choosing to spend his time cuddling a certain someone who would give cuddles to everyone else. At least, that’s how the scene looked to Shinsō. 

“Tomo-chan, don’t just run off without Nii! Nii needs you around too, y’know!” Davy’s still cooing and Tomoko’s still blushing. “Hugs are a family thing!” 

“B-But,” Tomoko’s spluttering now, huh, her hands are waving in the air, when did they start doing that? “H-Hitoshi-kun and Kei-chan are family too, Nii! Along with Hika-chan, Ochako-chan, and people in my class, and hugs are great! I don’t—” there’s another squeeze and she squeaks out in a nervous high-pitch, “see what’s the problem!?” Davy’s squeezing her tighter now. “Eep!” 

Shinsō does his best to hide the happy blush at the whole “family” thing and shoots a glare at Kei once he starts hearing her snickering. Kei merely sticks her tongue out at him. 

“Should we…” Midoriya fumbles, raising a shaky pointer finger to the two siblings, “should we stop them?” 

Kei and Shinsō share a glance before shrugging. “Nah,” they say in unison. 

“Why can’t I take your attention sometimes!?” Davy’s actually starting to tear up. How. “You are growing up so fast, Tomo-chan! I miss you as a little girl! My favorite baby sis!” He’s still hugging her, even with the obvious rain starting to drip down onto said little sis’s head. “Why can’t there be a time machine…?”

Tomoko in question is still pink and starting to squirm. “I-It was going to happen one day? And time machines don’t exist! You still see me in school, Nii! Even with the dorms!” It takes a single moment for her to reconsider her words. “A-And I think I was your only baby sis for the first few years… or something.” 

Uraraka is the first one to break out laughing. “Sh-Should we all just — pffft — go to lunch together?”

Shinsō freezes, but it’s only for a second because Kei claps a comforting hand on his shoulder and Tomoko is finally away from her clingy upperclassman of a big brother, no thanks to a careful push. “S-Sure?” Tomoko’s voice cracks, but it’s really from the sudden offer than anything else. “That’s fine? It’ll be a big crowd, so we’ll have to find a table fast?”

“Then let us be off, Hoshino-kun!” Iida declares, and Midoriya smiles in time with Tomoko’s shy giggle. “Former Emergency Exit Iida Tenya shall escort you!”

What. 

Yep. Shinsō doesn’t know what to make of it, but Kei is still around and Leonhart’s suddenly flanking him now too. “C’mon, Purple Troll,” Hikari muses, grabbing his right arm, “let’s get you a social life!”

“I already had one—”

Kei chuckles. “That doesn’t stop you from learning more.”

Shinsō sighs. He still wasn’t expecting the next moment. 

“Oh! Wait a second!” 

Iida starts in the middle of his march to the cafeteria. “Hoshino-kun?”

“Give me a minute, everybody.” Tomoko jumps and everyone turns to look at her as she proceeds to run into the 2-A classroom of all things, ducking behind the front desk to kneel towards the head of a familiar yellow sleeping bag. She pokes the bag gently. “Aizawa-sensei?”

There’s a grumble. 

Midoriya and Iida both look like they’re close to panicking with the nervous and serious faces they were wearing, but Shinsō watches out of curiosity. Tomoko reaches over to gently pat the head area of the sleeping bag this time with her free hand while clutching her school bag, whispering her words. It was almost like she was used to this. “Aizawa-sensei, could I see you for a second? I want to give something to you, and you can sleep as much as you want after this.”

A pause. Then, to the shock of everyone except Kei, Leonhart, and Shinsō, the zipper in the front of the bag comes down and Sensei’s grimacing, rubbing one of his eyes. Even though he was sleeping a few seconds ago, the nap made it look like he came out of a dungeon with the dark bags lining his eyes. “Make it quick. I’m tired.” The red eyes symbolizing Eraserhead stares Tomoko down in anything but tired resignation. “What is it, Hoshino?”

Tomoko smiles and proceeds to pull out a small bundle of what looked like cookies from her bag, setting them down near Aizawa’s nose. “Sweets for you as thanks for letting me see Hitoshi-kun’s training session the other day, Sensei,” she says in the same whisper, slowly getting to her feet while still smiling. “They’re cat-shaped and have plenty of chocolate chips and almonds.”

Aizawa goes cross-eyed at the bundle in front of him. “…Is it dark chocolate?”

The Chocolate Fairy nods. “Made just for you, Sensei.” She rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, hugging her school bag while nudging the gift closer to him with her free hand. “Feel free to share them with Mic-sensei if you want.”

“Ohmigod,” Davy says faintly. “So cute… my baby sis, caring for people!” 

Shinsō can’t help but give him a look. “What are you, her brother or her dad?” 

“I can be both!”

“Does that make Kei and I the big sisters?” Leonhart adds her three cents. Wow. 

“You two quiet down!” Iida interrupts, still watching the scene from the doorway.

“Hm,” Aizawa says finally and then a lanky arm reaches out of his sleeping bag to take the gift, making it disappear into the yellow sleeping bag with him before the zipper goes all the way up to cover his face. “…Get to lunch, Hoshino.”

Tomoko giggles. “Aye aye. Have a nice nap, Sensei.”

Everyone was still staring once she trotted over to return. Silence was a good way of approximating what was said in that moment. 

Tomoko blinks, but is barely fazed, merely inclining her head. “Eh? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

Yep. The Chocolate Fairy is still oblivious.

Uraraka coos and reaches over to wrap her arms around Tomoko’s shoulders. “Never change, Tomo-chan.”

“Eh? Eh?” 

For once, Shinsō could see everyone else in the group agree without needing him to voice it too. 

[ftgage]

*stumbles into the room w shades on & a margarita in one hand* beezus again...fair warning i just got back from chili’s & i’m tipsy cause my roommate spent like $100 on alcohol for me...a fcking king ! 

「 herman tommerass. cis male. 」have you seen gage rowland around yet? i hear he decided to be in AUDAX for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL JUSTICE major. the 21 year old SHEEP is known to be kindhearted, resourceful, dull witted and irresponsible. ➨ the muse is written by beezus. she is 21+, in est.

(this intro might be a mess but gage is an old muse of mine so i know him like the back of my hand i swear....& i haven’t fixed my theme yet so forgive me eep i’ll do that when i’m sober later)

trigger warning mentions of neglect, alcoholism, drugs, violence, homophobia 

stats: 

full name: gage michael rowland 

nicknames: none (someone give him one)

date of birth: march 16th, 1999 

age: 21 

sexuality: homosexual 

religion: agnostic 

occupation: student/escort 

likes: black eyeliner, socks w slides 

dislikes: watching movies 

tattoos: none 

piercings: ears, nose, cartilage

backstory: 

gage was born & raised in new york by a single mother. they didn’t really stay in one place they kinda lived everywhere in the area. hopping from home to home for a majority of his life. his mother has never had a stable career. she can go from being a waitress to a babysitter in like three days because she’s so quick to give up. she’s an irresponsible, lazy, struggling alcoholic and that’s all gage has ever known her as. he never met his dad but the man wasn’t any better. the two of them just weren’t fit to be parent’s and his mom unfortunately never stepped up after his dad walked out

before going to college he never had his own bedroom. they could only ever afford shitty, run down, one bedroom apartments and his mom would shove him onto the couch so she could have men over whenever she wanted. he didn’t mind much because he had a really old xbox that he’d play until he was so exhausted he just passed out. that was his nightly routine throughout middle & high school  

his mom wasn’t abusive...she’s a very loving women & cares about gage when she really needs to but for the most part he was on his own growing up. sometimes when they were in between homes he’d have to hunt down friends & sleep on their couches. he was only nine the first time they were homeless. she hardly spent money on him so he had the same wardrobe all through out elementary school despite growing out of it. they also never had food in the house so he’d work for free at local deli’s...like sweeping their floors & stuff & they would throw him some food ! if it weren’t for kind neighbors he wouldn’t have eaten 

when he was a kid he got bullied pretty harshly for being poor. like...these kids would steal the shirt off his back & laugh because they knew he didn’t have another one. he grew up in a pretty bad neighborhood :/ when he got a little older...probably around thirteen he started to come to terms with his sexuality & he didn’t feel the need to hide it at all ? he was a happy, bubbly kid that was comfortable in his skin. but there was a lot of homophobia in his neighborhood & they didn’t take too kindly to him. he got beat up pretty severely & it happened often. partly because he had a big mouth but mostly because they didn’t like how flamboyant he was. 

flash forward to when he was fifteen & he started experimenting with sex. he met this older guy in his neighborhood that took a liking to him (this guy was like forty-five ew) & they started hanging out a lot. after knowing each other for a few months the guy asked gage if he would meet up with one of his friends & gage being the innocent babe he was just said ok ! so he meets up w this guy & long story short this guy got him into being an escort...at only fifteen :/ 

he’s been working as an escort ever since & it’s done a lot of good for him ! he was v v popular & was getting paid like 10k for dates back in new york. he saved up money for a few years while he was in high school & eventually made enough to buy his mom a house (not that she deserved it). even though his childhood was shitty he’ll always love her...he’s away at school now but still sends her as much money as he can so that she doesn’t have to work. he’s such a giver & takes care of the people he loves...even when they don’t take care of him *cries*. business is slower while he’s at school but he still makes enough money to pay his tuition & support his mom. he doesn’t spend much money on himself because he already feels like he’s kinda selfish just for going to school

he’s a criminal justice major because he wants to be a probation officer one day ! he wants to be the nicest most lenient probation officer he can be...& he wants to be able to get his homies off the hook that’s his mentality w it. he’s a sheep as well because....he’s not smart enough for that app 

personality:

such a sweet fucking boy i swear. not only does he take care of his not so great mother but he’s also big on taking care of his friends. the type of guy to give a drunk girl his shoes, pay for everyone’s hangover meals, pay for all the ubers....he really milks himself dry for other people honestly 

he’s really gullible & kinda dumb. will say yes to just about anything, doesn’t know how to use a microwave without burning something, can’t follow instructions for shit either 

i’m sure he has to go through A LOT of tutoring to keep his grades up to par but he really does try his best *gives him a gold star* 

he has a really bad habit of letting people use & abuse him. like there’s been plenty of times where he’s gone to meetup with someone that was suppose to pay him but instead they just...had their way with him & hauled ass & yea it makes him feel like shit but he tries not to let it get to him :/

when he was six yrs old he told his mom that one day he would own all the legos in the world & she called it stupid so now he has a collection of legos ! i’m proud of him :) he has a lego house that he built when he was twelve & he keeps a couple grand stashed in it for a rainy day...& if someone were to steal it he wouldn’t care about the money he’d just be sad that they broke his lego house :( 

appearance wise he always looks pretty disheveled, might smell a little bad because he’ll buy a shirt from the thrift store & not wash it, he never spends a lot of money on stuff for himself. the nicest clothing items he owns are things that sugar daddies have bought him & he only wears them on dates 

he does a lot of expensive drugs & drinks a lot of expensive alcohol because it’s given to him & he doesn’t know how to say no 

he looks tired & worn out all the time because he 100% is but tries to keep a smile on his face anyway...if you ask him how he’s doing he’ll always say he’s doing well because tbh compared to how his life was as a child he kinda is ? he’s not hungry anymore, not struggling financially, putting himself through school...i love him 

he’s gay but doesn’t exclusively sleep w men. he has just as many sugar mamas as he does daddies. older women really love him ! he’s young, pretty & dumb...again he’s a giver so he’ll give head to just about anyone  

he does an unhealthy amount of cocaine which explains why he’s so awake & talkative all the time. it’s offered to him so he takes it ? someone stop him. he see’s a lot of men that will pump him w drugs just to take advantage of him & he knows it the back of his mind that it’s happening but the money & the buzz is too good 

ending this like an essay because i’m drunk at this point omfg so in conclusion gage is a sweet boy w a big heart that get’s kicked around for no good reason love him  

[irisxcrushies]

Passion! Bendy x Iris - My Romantic Dork

It was a warm, gentle, spring morning,

The sun shined down softly, enveloping the Lushious green land in a warm embrace, becoming the light for everyone who treded upon the beautiful land, and depended on it,

The fluffy, soft clouds decorated the sky, drifting off with the gentle breeze that brushed across the land and above, softly picking up some delicate pretty pedals, lifting them before softly lettimg them go, allowing them to soar down from the skies, catching the soft awes of those who thrived,

The sun’s position told the time, but most did not know how to read the bright light, so they relied on the manmade machines who would translate for them, allowing life to flourish, and to be organized..

The clock read 3;20 pm with its soft hands, following the trail of the bright orb in the sky; like a loving puppy with their beloved owner.

The school’s opened their doors, freeing the students from their temporarily captive building, allowing them to frolics freely, to go and do what they wanted for the rest of the day, that, each and every one had waited for desperately, looking forward to the moment the school’s bell rang.

Everyone scattered, either by themselves, or with their beloved friends, gently making plans to have a wonderful night, them giggling in excitement.

Iris gently walked out of the school, her pretty azure blue eyes gently looking around her familiar surroundings, still enjoying the beauty she found in them.. she enjoyed the flourishing flowers that decorated her town, the beautiful trees that gently embraced it, and gave the freshest of air..

She looked forward, her lips parting softly in surprise as she watched a familiar form jog up to her, wrapping their strong, but gentle, loving arms around her small figure, bringing her close to them.

“Passion? What are you doing here?” She asked him, blushing softly while looking at him in surprise, bewildered that he was there.

He pulled back softly, but didn’t part his arms from her, looking down into her orbs with his soft, gentle beautiful rosey pink eyes,

“I just couldn’t stand being away from you any longer…” he answered softly, a soft blush across his cheeks as he stared at her softly, a sheepish, loving smile across his lips.

His words softly made Iris’s gentle sweet heart flutter gently, a soft hue of pink coming across her cheeks as she smiles. “Awwwww, Passion,” She awed softly.

“It’s true everyday,” he admitted softly, pulling her form close to him as possible, sharing his warmth, “I just wanna be by your side forever..”

“Passsssion, you’re gonna make me blush more!” Iris said, unable to keep herself from smiling even more, looking up at him.

He giggled softly, “Good, it means I’m doing my job, sweetie!” He smiled, his tail gently wagging from behind him, as he placed a gentle kiss upon the crown of her forehead, sighing happily.

Iris giggled softly, “your job?”

“Mhm, to make sure you are happy,” he kissed her forehead once more, “to make sure you are cared for, and comfortable as possible,” He placed a kiss on her tiny nose, resting his forehead on top of hers, one hand gently coming up to rest on Iris’s soft, but rosy warm cheeks, “and to make sure you know how much I love you,” he placed a warm kiss across her lips, cupping her cheek lovingly as he slid his eyes close in bliss.

Iris softly closed hers, enjoying his sweet, warm kiss on her lips… she felt him gently rub her cheek with his thumb, his lips gently sucking on hers, savoring the kiss as long as he could,

When Iris needed to part the kiss, Passion parted it for her, knowing how long his love could hold her own breath, gently opening his eyes and stared down into her eyes, only an unearthly love resided in his eyes for Iris alone…

He purred softly, gently nuzzling her with his cheek, his facial hair on his chin was soft like her furr, softly tickling Iris in which she giggled lightly, Passion’s purr growing louder in happiness at Iris giggling.

Iris’s happiness was his own happiness…

Iris smiled softly, nuzzling him back, “you’re so loving,” Iris complimented, smiling sweetly.

“Only for you~” He purred out, placing soft kisses all over her cheeks,

Iris tried not to giggle, as his lips pressed against her soft cheeks and skin,

Passion grinned, suddenly picking Iris up from the ground much to her surprise. “Eep! Passion?” She asked, surprised by this action, blushing a lot.

“You’re so beautiful iris…” He smiled, the hearts he had glowing a bright pink, even his eyes glowing gently with a vibrant love. “Like the Brimming shining stars in the night sky, the most beautiful from all of the other flowers..” he continued, reciting a romantic book.

“Passion, you’re going to make me gush!” Iris squealed out softly, which Passion giggled to, beginning to spin around, holding her up into the air, spinning her round too.

Iris giggled a bit, holding onto passion lightly as he spun her around, before he slowed, softly changing his arm positions, now holding Iris bridal style, looking at her, purring lightly. “Aw, Passion” Passion gave her a smooch on the lips,

“Let’s go home now,” he purred. “So I can kiss and cuddle you all I like,” he kissed her forehead,

“I would like that,” Iris smiled, “you romantic dork.” She giggled.

He blushed brightly, becoming embarrassed. “Does that...bother you?” He asked, worriedly. He didn’t want to bother his love at all.

Iris softly gave him a peck on the lips. “Of course not… It’s a part of you, and I love you.”

Passion sighed in relief, “thank goodness, I thought I had to give up reading romantic books,” he joked, grinning, before he laughed, Iris joining in on it.

“Lets go home, I’m tired of being at school,” Iris smiled, wrapping her arms around Passion’s fluffy neck, cuddling herself into his shoulder.

He nodded happily, “I’m always happy to have you in my arms,” he placed a kiss on her cheek. “But that big meanie school steals you from me.” He looked at the school, growling lightly in a playful matter. “I just can’t wait till I can hold you in my arms forever and ever,” He turned softly, beginning to walk home, carrying his love in his fluffy but strong arms.

“You Romantic Dork,”

“H-hey!”

(He’s probably out of character, but I wanted to make a short story about it,

Passion belongs to @djthelillover )

[daddykaramatsu-blog]

Jyushimatsu x reader SMUT

oof me and @experimental-bb decided to collab, and this is what was created :} Pronouns: Female Word count: 2761 You were enjoying your normal Saturday, relaxing on the couch and watching tv, getting chores done, etc. You were in the middle of one of your cleaning breaks, eating a granola bar. You took a bite and a slight vibration made you look up. You grabbed your phone and looked at the caller ID, seeing 'Matsuno'. "Hello? (Y/N) here!" You chirped to the person on the other line. "Ah! (Y/N)-chan! Its me, Jyushimatsu!" The yellow brother exclaimed to you. Smiling, you sat down the bar of granola and put the phone more closer to your ear. "What's up, Jyushimatsu?" "I wanted to know if you wanted to play baseball with me today! Everyone else is busy and I wanted to play a game with someone! Would you want to?" He asked you, his voice curious and positive. You checked the time. 13:34  "Sure! I was just catching up on some cleaning. If you wanna come over and wait until I'm finished, and then go, you can." You said to him. "Yeah, sure! I'll be over in a few minutes!" He replied. "See you then!" You said. And with that, you heard the beep that the line went dead. You straightened out anything unusual and looked at yourself to see if you needed to change: sweatpants and a white tank top. Nah, you were good. You resumed sweeping, going at it for a good 15 minutes. You heard the front door open, hearing Jyushimatsu's loud voice. "(Y/N)-chan? I'm here!" He yelled. "I'm in the other room!" You yelled back. "Coming!" He said. You swept up the remaining dust on the floor into the dustpan and emptied that into a bag of trash you were going to throw out later. Jyushimatsu came in the room, his wide smile plastered on his face. "Hey Jyushimatsu!" He waved at you. "Do you want me to help you clean?" Your face turned red. The thought of a guest helping you clean your apartment was very rare since you always went to their places. "S-sure! Just uh.." You looked around. "You can finish sweeping around while I finish washing the dishes? And when you're done with that, you can help me put them away?" You suggested. "Sounds good!" He said, giving you a thumbs up. You smiled and handed him the broom, going into the kitchen. You turned the water on and began washing them, putting them in the dishwasher to dry. Jyushimatsu was done sweeping since there wasnt much left, and joined you in the kitchen shortly after. You were almost done, having some spoons and forks left. "Can you dry them and put them in the dishwasher?" You asked. Nodding, he grabbed a spare towel on the oven handle and grabbed the dishes on the counter near the sink. With his help, you were able to get everything done in about 45 minutes. You wiped the sweat off your brow. "All finished!" "Yeah! That was pretty fun, (Y/N)-chan!" He said. Nodding, you went back into the living room to check the time on your phone. 14:42 "Its almost 3, I can change and then by the time we get to the field, it'll be about 3:10." You said. "Alright, I'll wait down here for you." He said, taking a seat on the couch. You nodded, running up the stairs to put some comfy shorts and a shirt. You put on some black vans, left your hair down but brought a rubber band in case you wanted to get it out of the way, your phone, put on some deodorant, and grabbed your wallet. Playing baseball was fun, and very easily tired you out. You both took turns hitting and pitching the ball, running to the bases each time either of you got a home run. "Jyushimatsu, c-can we get something to eat? I'm tired." You smiled, leaning down as you panted. Jyushimatsu readjusted his cap, squatting and panting as well. "Sure, Y/N-chan! Just lemme go find the ball real quick!" "Oh! Let me help you!" You offered. You both went in the direction the ball was hit, suspiciously guarded by trees and bushes. "Jeez, so many thorn bushes here." Jyushimatsu was right, there were plenty of those spawns of satan everywhere. "Mm. Be careful where you're walking Jyush-EEP!" You were immediately cut off by you, tripping over one of those in-ground branches, and into a thorn bush. Heh, how ironic? "Ah! (Y/N)-chan are you alright!?" The poor sunshine child was frantically worrying about you. Such a sweet boy. But, he also happens to be quite the naughty boy too.  "Eheh, I'm okay Jyushi-kun." Jyushimatsu helped you up and looked at your arms to see if there were any scratches on there, and luckily there weren't any, but had had noticed that there'd been a large tear running down the middle of your shirt. You looked up at Jyushimatsu, only to see him blushing and staring at your chest. "What's wrong Jyushimatsu?" "Boobies~" You blushed and he began to caress your breasts, while drooling over them. "Eh Jyushimatsu-Kun?!" "They're so squishy and nice (Y/N)-chan! I love them~"  Jyushimatsu kept fondling with your boobs and softly giggled too, while you stood there, blushing and sort of getting turned on, but nervous and concerned as well.  "Jyu-Jyushimatsu, maybe you shouldn't do this here." Fortunately and unfortunately, he didn't listen. Instead, he pulled your bra down, and stared at your boobs as if a child were staring at their own personal candy shop. Right now, you were just a blushing mess.  Jyushimatsu drooled a little and started sucking on one of your boobs. He held you close to him, while squeezing the other one. You started to moan lightly, which made him hornier and harder.   "Aah Jyushimatsu~" You quickly covered your mouth, remembering you were public, and people could hear you. Like right now (for some odd reason), Ichimatsu could come in the bushes and see Jyushimatsu sucking on your tits. "Do-does it feel good?" "Y-yes." He continued to fondle and pleasure you, while having quite the enjoyable time. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipple, making you feel a strange but tingling sensation, that you liked. His grip on your helpless tit was tight and rough. You could tell he'd play with them more in the future, due to the results and reaction coming from you, and him. His cock became less limp, and rose up, hard as a rock. He rubbed against your leg, making you feel how big he was, even if it was just through his shorts. To be honest though, they were a bit thin. You harshly blushed thinking about how big it might be. Jyushimatsu pulled away from your boobs and squeezed them one last time, while letting out a cute giggle. He brought one of his hands down to your shorts, but looked up at you. "(Y/N)-chan, do you mind if I-?" You quickly shook your head, giving him permission to take off your shorts, and do whatever he wants to please you. He slowly removed your (f/c) shorts, revealing your *unironically* yellow panties. He gazed upon the article of clothing, that were his favourite colour. "Hehe, I like these. They're my favourite colour." He spoke with a calmer, lower tone, which happened to get you a little "excited". He gestured for you to lay down as he got down on his knees, so you laid down on the grass, but sat up for Jyushimatsu. He got closer to you and wriggled your panties to your feet. Today, you were just a blushing, glowing mess. Out of shyness and slight embarrassment, you quickly closed your legs, and slammed your knees together. Jyushimatsu pouted but not for too long.  "Please let me see (Y/N)-chan. I'll let you see me!" "Welllll.." You bit your lip and rolled your eyes over to the side. You did want to see every inch of Jyushimatsu, since the most you seen was his chest. "Here, I'll show you right now!~" He took off his sweater and his shirt first, showing off his sexy toned chest, throwing them to the ground. Then, he took off his shorts, revealing his tighty-whities, and almost every aspect of his hidden boner. "Are you ready? Why don't we show each other at the same time instead?" "Fine, fine." "1, 2, 3-" You took your panties off of your feet and opened your legs for him, while Jyushi quickly took off his underwear, letting you see his lengthy cock. You almost gasped as you stared at it. It just had be to be 9 inches, if not, maybe even 10. Everybody thought of the sextuplets having such small members, but not all of them do, that's for sure. "You're so b-big Jyushimatsu-kun." "Really? Do you like?" "Definitely~" You gained confidence and finally stopped blushing. You crawled over to Jyushimatsu and began to play with his member. You stroked it slowly, attempting to tease him, and not really failing to. You almost began to drool while stroking and looking at his cock, thinking of how it'd be inside of you in a short amount of time. He whimpered at your speed, wanting you to go faster, but his cute noises and pouts gave him something better. You positioned the tip of his cock in your mouth, and started to suck it. You brought it deeper into your mouth, almost having his tip in your throat. You started to bob your head not too slow, letting his cock be salivated by you. He started to let out great moans of feeling and passion, and he started to pet your head as if you were his dog. But after all, you were his bitch.  "aAhnng (Y/N)~" You brought your mouth back to the tip, and circled it with your tongue, licking his slit. Jyushi began to go insane, he grabbed your hair with two of his hands, and he shoved more of his cock into your mouth by forcing you to deep throat him. You felt tears fill your eyes due to his big member in your throat, but you wanted to please Jyushimatsu. His passion-filled moans and whimpers made you want to satisfy him, even if it meant him impregnating you. He made your head bob faster, making you taste a great amount of his pre-cum. You gagged as your throat handled having such an object in it. "HaaAh (Y/N) I'm gonna cum soon! I hope you can take it all~"   He made your head bob faster, making you taste a great amount of his pre-cum. You gagged as your throat handled having such an object in it. He got of his knees with you still on his cock, making you sit on your feet, so he can easily fool around. He started to fuck your relentless mouth, groaning and complimenting you. He gazed into your glittering eyes, giving you a sympathetic smile. "You're so c-cute (Y/N)~ I can't wait to d-do you!" Jyushimatsu thrusted as fast as he could, throwing his head back and moaning your name louder than usual. "(Y/N) I'm cumming! aHAH!~" Jyushimatsu busted in your mouth, his bitter but sweet substance streamed down your throat, and covered your taste buds. He pulled out of your mouth, panting and breathing heavily, but he was still rock hard and ready to go. "T-turn around." You obeyed Jyushimatsu, and turned around, in the position of a dog. A thirsty dog in heat, waiting for her mate to do her and pleasure her any moment. He looked at your wet pussy, his pupils dilating at the sight of it, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling everywhere, as he happened to be staring at fresh plate of pears. He shook his head and bit his lip. He put his hands on your ass, and positioned himself in front of you moist slit. He rubbed it against you, and slowly inserting his cock in you, until his pelvis was touching your ass. You teared up with tears of painful pleasure, and deeply exhaled. "A-are you alright (Y/N)-chan?" "Y-yeah j-j-just...continue." "Okay." He began to thrust slowly, in and out of your tight cunt. The painful experimented thrusts started to convert into slow teaseful thrusts, yearned to be faster and harder. You began to enjoy the feeling, and softly moaned Jyushi's name. He noticed you weren't in any more pain, and started to go a bit faster for you. "You're so tight and wet (Y/N). I've barely touched you!" Jyushimatsu moaned at how tight you were around his dick. It felt much better than your mouth, and even that was pretty good. You felt your walls being stretched by his lengthy member, each time he thrusted and humped you. "AhaaAh Jyushima-matsu-kun! G-go faster!~" He began to fuck you faster and harder, making you already have your juices trickle down your legs. He slammed his pelvis against you, with his cock pumping in and out your sensitive spot. Jyushimatsu started to hit your sweet spot, which made you go crazy with moans. You had felt like your pussy was recieving one of the most god-like cocks ever. You had felt like you hit the jackpot, especially since you were a virgin. But what was surprising, was how Jyushimatsu was a virgin as well, but it seemed like he knew exactly how to fuck and pleasure a girl. He smashed your g-spot, making you scream his name and moan louder than he did, despite what you said about people finding you two. "Fu-HAah~ Jyushimatsu-kun I-I feel s-so close to cumminG!~" You felt like you could cum any second, at the rate of Jyushimatsu's speed and roughness. "M-me too!" "HnnGf!~" Jyushimatsu thrusted as fast as he could, destroying your innocence and virginity. You both panted alike dogs, trying to reach your climax as a reward for not staying a virgin until your 40, but even then would you really have sex? "(Y/N)-chan I-I'm cumming again!" "M-me too J-Jyushimatsu-kun!" Jyushimatsu smashed your spot with all his might, making you climax, cumming all over his member. He kept thrusting, until he came, with his cum shooting up your uterus, having some drib out of you when he pulled out. "Th-that was so good Jyushimatsu~" "Y-yeah. Heh, I'm finally not a virgin anymore!" "Me neither. It didn't feel like you were a virgin though, Jyushi-kun." "Really?" "Mm. You w-were amazing." Jyushimatsu blushed and grinned. "(Y/N)?" "What is it Jyushimatsu?" "I-I'm still hard." You looked down at his cock, still hard and not at all limp. You wondered how he was still able to keep going. Since his dick was covered in natural lubricant, you began to stroke him again, but at an eye-widening speed. He groaned as he felt your soft touch on his member again. He grabbed your hair tightly and moaned your name loudly. You gave him a couple more jerks, and brought your hand up to his tip, jerking him off lightly there. "(Y/N) I think I'm gonna!-" Jyushimatsu let out a groan of relief, and came all over your face. He looked at you and quickly grabbed his sweater, wiping your face like a gentleman. "Thanks Jyushi." He finally went down, and decided to throw his clothes back on. You got your shorts back on, as well as your bra, but not your shirt, remembering how there was a big tear in the middle of it. "Hm.." "You can wear my sweater (Y/N)-chan!" He took off his sweater and handed it to you. You gladly accepted it, and slid it over your head. You rolled up the sleeves and smiled at Jyushimatsu. "Thanks Jyushimatsu. When do you want it back?" "Well, let's head back to your house and then you can get changed, alrighty?" "Alrighty." While Jyushimatsu wasn't looking, you grabbed your underwear and carefully slipped them into one of his back pockets. You grinned and stepped over to him. "Got your ball?" "Yup!" "Let's head out then!" "Yes, yes." You left the area of surrounding bushes holding hands, only to see Jyushimatsu's brothers scattered around in one. "JYUSHIMATSU WHAT THE FUCK?"

[chaerismatic]

“SHOULD WE KNOW US A LITTLE BETTER” TAG 📜

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 a couple people [im too nyervous n bad at tagging :C]

i was tagged by @moonbebe , @monbeboo and @monbabi~ tysm ily guys w my whoooole heart ♡♡

THE LAST Drink: water wow already off to a rly interesting start,, great job angie Phone call: my mumma  Text message: “still full from the chicken, don't know if i want dindin” [asldkfjs i still talk to my mum like a four-year-old ok yep moving on] Song i’ve listened to: from zero,, aka the bop of the century that probably wont ever be released ;; v ;; Time you cried: i basically spent all of last weekend in the foetal position cos of the p101 final and shine forever

HAVE YOU 6. Dated someone twice: nope 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope 8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: yep 10. Been depressed: i guess 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope,, im?? an egg 12-14. List three favorite colours: green, yellow, cream

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. Made new friends: yess, especially here !! i don't rly deserve any of them and i love n admire every single person thats talked to me. ty ty ty ♡ 16. Fallen out of love: maybe, but idk if you could call whatever that was ‘love’ 17. Laughed until you cried: we had karaoke at my school today,, i nearly choked from screaming n dancing to the pokemon theme song 18. Found out someone was talking about you: don't think so eep 19. Met someone who changed you: for sure 20. Found out who your friends are: i think so 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: uhh yes

GENERAL 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of ‘em 23. Do you have any pets: OK ASDLKFJA I LVOE MY BABIES; so u’ve got miffy my v bouncy dog n best pal, my two rly chirpy but rly sweet birbs toro and newbert, and my two goldfish who are,,, both named huat,,, because that means prosperity n i need that $$$ 24. Do you want to change your name: hmm nope i like it, esp my full name even though i don't rly like it when people call me by it just cos it feels too formal 25. What did you do for your last birthday: probably ate a lot of mexican food and played the sims 4 for like 10hrs straight 26. What time do you wake up: 7am on school days n like 11pm on weekends 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: having a v mild panic attack about my history exam but also watching my babies sewoon/gwanghyun in their first vlive 28. Name something you can’t wait for: jung sewoon to debut jfc 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: maybe like an hour ago when i was washing the dishes 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: feeling more fulfilled and optimistic cos tbh ive got it really good compared to others n i hate when i forget that 31. What are you listening right now: why don't you know - chungha 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yep, a guy in my bio class that i barely know, he just asked for help w a question 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my academic incompetency  34. Most visited website: youtube or tumblr 35. Moles: none 36. Marks: two lil dots under my right eye, one on my upper lip n a whole bunch on my arms 38. Hair color: black  39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: huygnown jks sorry 41. What do you like about yourself: my ??softness tbh 42. Piercings: nope 43. Bloodtype: idk but i really wanna find out !!! ;;  44. Nickname: angie is a nickname i guess, but a lot of my school friends call me angle 45. Relationship status: dating a pretty cool guy (who is not hw but its fine i still kinda like him asldfjsal that was a rly weird n kinda messed up joke im sorry) 46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: orange is the new black, brooklyn nine nine, rick and forty, and a whooole lot of japanese dramas 49. Tattoos: nope 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: none 52. Hair dyed in different color: not currently but i had green ombre for a while last year 53. Sport: not really my thing if yknow what i mean hah im as active as an actual pile of garbage   55. Vacation: ive only ever had an extensive stay in malaysia but its like a second home n i love it so much c: 56. Pair of trainers: uhhhh one ? yes ? idrk what this is asking ;v;

MORE GENERAL 57. Eating: i had kfc for dinner mmmm 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: pass out im so tired 61. Waiting for: monsta x’s first win !1!! 62. Want: to hug wonho,,, idk i feel extra protective of him today 63. Get married: for sure 64. Career: nursing/midwifery

WHICH IS BETTER 65.Hugs or kisses: hugs !!! warm n friendly or romantic n gentle,, you can't go wrong !! 66. Lips or eyes: both are v good, especially as a combination when someone smiles,,, smiling is rly rly nice 67. Shorter or taller: taller  68. Older or younger: older for now 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: asdfhasl both again !! both are SO good !!! esp soft tummies w comfy arms in hugs !! ;; - ;; 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive  72. Hookup or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER 74.Kissed a stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: nope 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no but thats honestly my worst nightmare,, id be completely vulnerable 77. Turned someone down: yeah but in like the 5th grade 78. Sex on the first date: nope 79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe ,,, 80. Had your heart broken: probably fractured, not quite entirely shattered 81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: yessir 83. Fallen for a friend: way too many fkscifn times

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 84. Yourself: uhh probably not 85. Miracles: sure 86. Love at first sight: eh not really 87. Santa Claus: i rly want to cos i love christmas so much :cc but no 88. Kiss on the first date: mmm probably not 89. Angels: have u seen the all-white shine forever stage outfits amirite

OTHER 
90. Current best friend’s name: i have two bestest friends named annie and charlie 
91. Eye color: dark brown
 92. Favorite movie: WHY END WITH THE HARDEST QUESTION YOU COULD POSSIBLY ASK ME ??? ok um lets go w back to the future as one of many favourites

❀ tagging: @monbibi @peachminhyuk @cngkyns @chaesprincess @kukungie @bamethyst @omgxiaoch ! ❀ but feel free to ignore, this does take a really long time so i totally understand :) 

[10minutewriting]

June 2nd

Felicia made the rest of the journey home in relative silence, glancing only at the blossom in her hands. She cupped the bloom in one hand, handling it as delicately as a child. Even as she danced her way through the crowd, her mind was embracing the flower's delicate curves, silently admiring its delicate nature. She wasn't usually one for such vanities, but the colour of the flower, the softness of the petals... it almost called to her. She smiled slightly as she stroked a single finger along the petal, before bringing it up and sniffing the blossom.

"Mm..." she sighed quietly as she looked up. The crowds had all but dissipated, leaving only the quiet streets of the city. Her apartment block was already in view, so she fumbled through her bag with one hand. The other held the flower safe. She slid past the first gate, the one that surrounded the building, and walked into the building itself. "Good evening, Liam." she greeted the receptionist. He looked up.

"Evening, Felicia." he nodded briefly, returning his attention to the paper. His tired, brown eyes stared through thick glasses lenses, struggling to read the paper in the dim, flickering light. "The boss keep you busy again?"

"I didn't even get to set up to leave this time." Felicia sighs. "I guess it means he admires my reliability..."

"Either that or how easy you are to boss around. You should talk to your HR department about this, it's the third time this month."

"It'll be fine." Felicia smiled awkwardly. "He said it was necessary, after all..."

"Really?" Liam looked over, those same eyes staring through her now. "What did you do?"

"Spreadsheets on the financial status... of..." she sighed. "Okay, I'm not sure it was important, the documents were about three years old..."

"You deserve better than that." Liam frowned, concerned. "Talk to someone. Seriously."

"I-I will, Liam..."

"I'm just looking out for you." he leaned down and pressed a button under the counter.

"I-I know you are, thank you." she smiled, somewhere between grateful and awkward as she opened a gate. She was in the building proper now, and she started the long climb up to her room.

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She didn't even make it all the way up before she heard the thumping rhythm of that apartment. Partying again. She sighed, closing her eyes as she rounded the corner to continue up the stairs - when a piercing whistle cut through the air. The sudden noise made her jump.

"Hey, bitch!" a voice called out, making her hesitate. She didn't want to deal with these loud-mouthed ruffians, not tonight. "Where's a hot thing like you goin' at this time of night?"

"Um... home, I'm just, I'm just going home..." she muttered, looking at the staircase again. Just a couple of steps, that's all she needed...

"What, not even as much as a drink? C'mon." another ruffian guffawed, joining the first. Both wore long, black coats and had wild hair; the man was mostly bald, save for a couple of blue spiked patches, while the woman had a large, spiked mohawk that was black at the base and pink at the tips.

"I'm sorry, I... I should get going..." she mumbled again, getting her foot on to the step.

"Boring!" the woman yelled, marching closer in her heavy buckled boots. Felicia eeped and dashed up the stairs, clutching the flower in one hand and the bag with the other. The latter didn't have a sturdy grip, though, and slipped out of her hand, its contents clattering down the stairs. The sound and feeling made her stop and turn around again, gasping as she saw the contents. The woman laughed as she bent down, picking up a small case in one swift motion. "The hell is this?"

"Um, uh... I..." Felicia stammered. "May I have that back, please?" she started picking the other bits up; pens, a small pack of tissues, her phone... the ruffian opened the case, revealing a small pair of glasses within.

"Ha! You need these to see?" she grabbed them roughly and dropped the case, looking at the glasses. The frames were black with a silver line along the length of the arms, the lenses polished to a mirror shine.

"N-no, they're just my reading glasses..." she picked the case up. It was chipped, but it could be polished back to normal.

"Jeez, how boring can you get?" the ruffian tutted, dropping the glasses. Felicia eeped but caught them, quickly moving them away. "Boring. Go on, get outta here." the ruffian stamped a foot as she feigned a kick at Felicia. The latter fell for it, flinching away and scrambling to her feet. The ruffian laughed and turned to walk away, boots clomping once more against the floor. The door slammed behind her. Felicia couldn't sum up the courage to move, still slightly panicked. Why wouldn't Liam believe her about these tenants? She had tried to tell him... she sighed as she managed to calm herself, checking on the flower. It, at least, was unhurt. She continued the climb to her room. Sanctuary couldn't come sooner.

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An hour later, she had eaten and changed into some more relaxing clothes. Gone was the business skirt, gone was the shirt and tie. She now wore a simple blue tank top and matching shorts. She sighed as she flopped onto the couch, taking a moment to let the stress of the day bleed away to nothing. She looked at the flower again. The Cinniúi flower was on the desk, resting in a tall cup. The broken stem was filled with water; she had found a little bit of plant food to make sure it didn't die immediately. She looked at it again. It reminded her of a pink tulip, but the leaves were more like those of a rose and it sported many thorns. How had she not noticed the thorns earlier? She had carried it all the way home and hadn't been stung by them. She shook her head, standing up again. She walked over to the flower and smelled it gently, closing her eyes. It was incredible! The smell seemed to give her energy and help her relax at the same time, a wonderful blend of sweet fragrances she just couldn't place. She smiled as she walked back to the chair and switched the television on. One more night of skipping that crummy exercise regimen wouldn't hurt. She let herself relax, the sound of the television dulling her senses.

I watched her. She seemed to be relaxed, the scent of the Cinniúi already starting to affect her. She didn't know its power, then. I had to report, but... something stopped me. She was no Sorceress, she was far too meek, far too normal. She definitely wasn't among the Mages, but she wasn't a Keeper either. She was definitely human, though. I didn't know who she was. But I was going to find out. I moved the scope a little, staring at the flower. Definitely one of that breed, but without any further information, I didn't have much of a choice but to wait. It would be foolish to act. I held up the crystal.

"This is White Mask." I reported into it, too quiet for humans to hear. "Target has been acquired. Cinniúi presence has been confirmed, but the flower is not yet active. Proceeding to observe." There was no reply. I'd hoped there wouldn't be. I pocketed the crystal again and watched silently.