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i have over 100k+ words in unfinished drafts/wips in my google docs. yikes.

in an attempt to gauge general interest + also to motivate myself in attempting to at least finish half of the projects i've started, i'm going to share some of the fics i think y'all will be most interested in 🤍 (and also because these are my usual first rough draft attempts, so these are just the best of the worst LOL)

as always, lmk what you think, what you're most excited for, and i'm always open to chatting about any of my concepts in depth 🤭

featuring keiji akaashi, atsumu miya, sae itoshi, tobio kageyama, naoya zenin, satoru gojo, + a plot that's still open for any character so tell me why ur fave deserves it (all with fem reader)

— brace for impact, keiji akaashi elevator pitch: rich college girl with daddy issues is roommates/put under the care of old-time family friend, 20-something y/o keiji akaashi

“I just don’t want you to waste your life away.” He answers, which is the truth. He really hates picking you up when you’re drunk off your ass, unable to defend yourself against the swarms of sleazy college guys that are attending the same party as you. He hates the fact that you’ve been raised — if the dozen father-daughter interactions you had with your dad counts as him “raising” you — to believe that money can solve all your problems. Because, sure, having money has gotten you out of many tight spots, but it wasn’t money that drove to a college on the other side of the city to pick you up, it was him. He has to stand here and watch you push the universe’s boundaries, trying to test your luck, to see if there’s a problem or a bad situation that you can’t get out of this time. You’re reckless and privileged and insecure and rich — the deadliest combination for any college age girl to be. You’re going to ruin your life before it even fully begins. It’s like your default mode is self destruction.

“Not this speech again.” You sigh, shifting your body so that your knees are turned towards the door instead of him. “Y’know, Akaashi, you’re not my dad.”

“Yeah, because unlike him, I actually care about you.”

You’re silent now, still staring out the window. He’s usually better at keeping his mouth shut, but it’s hard to do whenever you’re constantly pushing and pushing and testing his patience and he’s just so—

“—sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” His knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. It’s a wonder how the words leave his mouth; you think the way he’s clenching his teeth acts as a formidable enough boundary.

Actually, you think, it’s entirely justifiable. You’re coy, not dumb. You know when you’ve pushed Akaashi too far, and this is one of those times. And, really, you kind of — scratch that — you do deserve it. All of it. And then some. You’re irresponsible, and you drag him out to the other side of the city so he can act as your guardian, your protector, even though that is most certainly not the role he planned on playing. Honestly, you’re just surprised that he hasn’t left you out to rot like everyone else, and you’re thankful, you really are. But what are you supposed to say? That? The truth? Probably.

You don’t, though. You just mutter some weak ass retort that sounds an awful lot like “you need to get laid” before staring out the window for the rest of the ride.

— devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon (i don't really want that to impact you), atsumu miya elevator pitch: yakuza au but a healthy amount of porn and plot. sequel to this.

The first time Osamu Miya meets you, you’re unconscious, and he has a feeling you’d be grateful about this fact considering the state you’re in.

Atsumu’s carrying you bridal style, and even in your sleep, you still cling to him. The sight would be almost sweet, but Osamu’s not an idiot. There can never be anything sweet in his dear older brother’s life. Even in the pale moonlight, Osamu can see the bruises and hickeys lining your neck, a trail of them that seem to disappear underneath your clothes (he wouldn’t be shocked if there’s a map of hickeys littering your skin). Your hair is sticking up at odd angles, your lips are swollen, and you are knocked out in every sense of the word.

If the situation wasn’t serious (even without verbal confirmation, he’s well aware of how dire this situation is right now; Atsumu wouldn’t have visited him if it weren’t), Osamu thinks he would have made a comment about his brother’s rough handling.

(He doesn’t, though, because Osamu knows all about just how rough his brother can get — after all, they both had the same upbringing.)

“‘Samu,” Atsumu says, and his voice makes him sound like he’s worse for wear. He sounds like when he was fourteen and had his first taste of initiation, when a group of the strongest men would beat him relentlessly for thirty seconds and he wasn’t allowed to fight back. The crack in his voice is subtle, and even though Osamu rarely speaks to his brother anymore, he’s still a master at reading him.

“Who’s the girl?” Osamu nods to your sleeping form, trying not to focus on the purple and red marks. God, he can’t tell if he, Atsumu, you, or all three of you are lucky it’s so dark. Osamu can’t really believe it’s possible to go out in public after a night with his brother; not without being on the receiving end of a few concerned looks.

“I need a favor.” Atsumu ignores his question, which is typical behavior for him, so Osamu’s not entirely too surprised or annoyed. “She’s in danger, and it’s—”

Atsumu grimaces like the next words he’s about to say are going to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. And maybe it’s because that’s his brother and they grew up together, or maybe it’s because ‘Tsumu’s always been a little predictable (or has Osamu just always been good at predicting?), but Osamu can almost mouth what his brother’s about to say.

“—my fault.”

So, you must be someone awfully important to his brother then. Important enough that Atsumu would finally visit him in person after all these years (with barely any warning beforehand, too). Important enough that Atsumu would treat you so roughly (if the marks on your body are any indication of what you’ve been through) and still care about you so deeply. Important enough that he’s finally taking accountability, finally taking the blame for his actions.

He didn’t think it was possible, but Atsumu’s left him genuinely speechless for a moment.

“Please, ‘Samu.” Atsumu Miya is not the type of person who breaks down easily. He does not beg, he commands. But right now, Atsumu sounds like he’s this close to getting down on his knees and clasping his hands together if that’s what it’ll take to get Osamu to help him. “You told me you would owe me after what I did for you. Consider this your repayment.”

Apparently, you’re someone so important to Atsumu, he’s cashing in a favor that’s worth his life just to ensure your safety. Osamu can’t tell if that’s true idiocy or true love — then again, there’s hardly a difference between the two, is there?

“Idiot. I would have helped ya regardless, y’know.” He means it. Every word.

“I know.” And Atsumu means it, too. Because even if they’ve went years with little to no contact, even though they both belong to two completely different worlds, they’re still brothers. Which means that they also know each other as well as they know themselves, and Atsumu knows that Osamu can never truly be at peace until he feels like the completely imaginary debt he owes is paid back in full.

The universe must have a taste for irony, though, because Atsumu thought that ensuring your safety and bringing his brother peace would make him feel good. Instead, transferring you to his brother’s arms allows the weight of the world to rest more comfortably on his shoulders.

Osamu takes one last look at his older brother, and he’s not entirely surprised to see that his attention is on you, dark eyes staring so intensely at your sleeping figure, he wonders if he’s trying to commit your face to his memory. He’s worried about Atsumu. Sure, he’s got a whole entire gang on his side, a rather powerful one too, but ‘Tsumu’s never been the greatest at being left alone to his devices, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

But then Atsumu looks up at him, and Osamu feels like they’re both fourteen again. Trapped, vulnerable, in immense pain… But not alone, never alone.

“Thanks, ‘Samu.”

“Any time, ‘Tsumu.”

(It’s the same words exchanged by their teenage selves years ago, whenever Osamu would help him clean his cuts and sloppily stitch him up.

To them, it was another way of saying “I love you”.)

— it always leads to you [chapter one], sae itoshi elevator pitch: literally the long ass, long awaited start to this series. if you listened to taylor's new album (ttpd)... yeah, that's basically the new soundtrack for this fic. do what u will with that info <3

A hard pill to swallow is that people never get over their first loves.

It’s like, scientifically proven, or something. There’s been studies, you think. Not to mention that you belong to the group of people who have never gotten over their first loves.

You’re aware that it’s probably embarrassing and should be something that brings you shame, but when Sae comes knocking on your door, infrequent, surprise visits that always catch you off-guard, you find yourself opening the door for him.

(He has a key. He can let himself in any time he wants. You think he must forget.)

This time, he’s not knocking on your door, but he is waiting in the stairwell near the entrance to the floor of your apartment. He’s got a baseball cap on and a dark sweatshirt, and you want to tell him that everyone who lives here is most definitely getting shitfaced at the college bar you just left (the one whose only redeeming qualities are that it’s by campus and the drinks are cheap). He doesn’t have to worry about hiding his identity.

You frown when he approaches you.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” you pout and complain about this halfheartedly, but it’s all for nothing. Sae never tells you when he’s coming; it’s almost like you’re just a spur-of-the-moment decision to him, which doesn’t feel right since the Sae you grew up with was always meticulous and purposeful with his actions. Granted, the Sae you grew up with left on a plane to an entirely different continent four years ago, and the one you have standing next to you now sometimes feels more like a doppelganger than your ex-boyfriend.

He doesn’t answer, because of course he fucking wouldn’t. He waits for you to fumble with your keys; if you knew he was coming, you wouldn’t have let Akane convince you to take as many shots as you did. Now everything is kind of blurry and hazy, and your hands shake despite the lack of coldness you’re feeling.

You delude yourself into thinking that there’s something of the old Sae left inside of him as he gently pries the keys from your fumbling fingers and unlocks the door to your apartment himself.

Entering your apartment feels like traveling in a time machine, only instead of traveling back in time or to the future, Sae is entering a present-day parallel universe. This apartment, with its best (and only) amenity being a short distance from campus, could have been his. Could have been shared by the two of you, even.

If he had stayed, that is.

Sometimes Sae ponders what his life would be like if he stuck around. If he had never had the ego or the audacity to want to see more of the world. You know better than to ask him why he never visits you when you’re on a holiday break from school, and he thinks it’s because you still know him the best out of anybody, even Rin. The truth is, Sae is too uncomfortable to come crawling back to his childhood home that he grew up in, the one he’s spent years determined to grow out of. He only comes back home when absolutely necessary — out of eldest son/family obligation.

This college apartment, seeing remnants of a life you’re living that he doesn’t know much about (even though all he has to do is ask, and you would gladly tell), feels wrongly nostalgic. Like, the sweatshirt lying haphazardly on the couch displaying a big, fat Tokyo U logo on its front could have been his instead of your roommate’s. He could have played college ball instead of trying to get recruited directly to the big leagues. Sae’s good enough to get a scholarship. Even received a letter informing him that Tokyo U would be more than glad to have him, full-ride.

(The letter resides in the back of his closet, crumpled up but never forgotten.)

And, most importantly, you wouldn’t be looking at him like this.

Even drunk off of cheap alcohol, you sober up startlingly fast when you see him. You shouldn’t give him so much power over your life, but he’d be a damn liar if he said he didn’t relish in the overwhelming relief that you still love him just the same. Nothing ever changes back home, and he says this with disdain, but when it comes to your unshifting affection for him, he figures staying the same can’t be all bad.

“Y’know, it always feels like you’re judging me when you just stand there and look at everything.” An intoxicated you is an honest you. If he wasn’t so determined to mask everything about himself, he would have smiled at your admittance.

He doesn’t smile, though. He just continues to let his cold eyes roam across the entirety of your cramped, college apartment.

— an indentation in the shape of you, tobio kageyama elevator pitch: idol!reader who goes into hiding after a major scandal despite being the victim x pro!tobio who's been hopelessly pining after you since forever. now you're in hiding, but also living in the apartment right across from his.

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When you spend most of your adolescent and young adult years standing in front of a camera, constantly served on a platter for the masses to scrutinize during your most formative years, you get used to being seen. People’s eyes locked in on you isn’t a comfortable feeling, but it’s one you’re very well acquainted with. Watchful, judging gazes cling to you like a second skin.

It comes with the job is what your personal manager, Fumiko Gima, tells you, right before she tells you to toughen up. You had been fifteen at the time and saw a blogger discussing how you were the least attractive cast member on the children’s ensemble show you starred in.

All eyes are on you from this point forward. You really going to let them see you cry? Fumiko is not a nice person, but she is incredibly kind, in her own way. She’s the type of person who believes in tough love, all while claiming that she doesn’t even think love exists.

You think about the disapproving frown on her face when you revealed your relationship with Kentaro Tanaka.

“You think you’re in love with him?” Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Fumiko is barely seven years older than you. Her youth is evident in her flawless skin and shiny hair (both of which are maintained by very meticulous routines), but the flat expression she wears on her face makes her seem like a woman who found out the hard way that her thirties are not going the way she planned. You’re eighteen when she asks you this question, and you don’t know how a twenty-five year old woman can have such an intimidating aura, but you think that only adds to her beauty.

“He told me he loves me.”

“People like him and I don’t believe in love.” Fumiko makes a face; sometimes, she lets her poker face drop in favor of making a face of disgust, annoyance, irritation, or extreme smugness. Right now, she looks disgusted. “Well, I wouldn’t normally place myself in the same group as him, but our industries are pretty much the same. You don’t get to where we’re at because of love, that’s for damn certain.”

At this point in time, you’re adamant that it’s love because that’s what he says it is, and you’ve never been in love before, but you know that it’s something great. You’re eighteen, and insecure, and he’s in such a powerful position — he could have anyone he wants, and he loves you, so he picks you. Maybe Fumiko is just bitter because no one’s ever chosen her.

— angel of the morning, atsumu miya elevator pitch: historical, ambiguous war au ft. soldier!atsumu x the civilian sweetheart reader who nurses him back to health

It’s the thunder that wakes you first.

Lately, you’ve been a light sleeper. Paranoia is a good companion whenever you’re a young, pitifully unmarried lady who lives alone. You keep a chair propped under the knob of the front door, and you no longer open any windows, scared that you’ll forget to lock them at night.

Normally, it’s the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, or the creaks that come and interrupt the silence of the night (your parents used to swear that old houses just make those noises) that keeps you up. Sometimes it’s the neighbors next door; they like to get into screaming matches that seem to be so loud, they shake the walls of your home.

It’s not your neighbors’ arguing that rattles the walls tonight. It’s the thunderstorm that the sweet old man at the farmer’s market warned you about. You be safe out, miss. Take some extra apples. It might be too flooded for you to go out like you normally do.

You pull your blanket over your head, enveloping yourself in darkness but doing very little to block out the noise outside. The thunder seems to only grow louder, each boom punctuating the lightning that you’re certain is striking through the sky. It’s too loud.

And rhythmic.

You listen closer… Three booms in succession. A pause. Three more booms. After a minute of this pattern, the sound only comes more rapidly — louder than before, too.

The loud booms — it’s not from the storm, then.

There’s someone knocking at your door.

You debate hiding under the blanket forever. Maybe this stranger will go away and leave once they realize that no one is going to answer the door. Besides, no one trustworthy is roaming the area at this time of night, right? What possible explanation could there be for someone to be stranded outside at midnight during a major thunderstorm?

But the knocking persists. Whoever this stranger is, they don’t know when to quit. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so paralyzed with fear.

“Open up!” A muffled voice still manages to cut through the front door, traveling all the way to your bedroom. It only serves to make you more afraid; what sort of monster is waiting for you outside? The storm rages on, and the knocking won’t stop.

What happens if this person is in genuine trouble? Would a murderer truly be going through such lengths to kill someone? A thief?

Well, you rationalize, it’s not as if you have many items worth stealing. Besides, you have no family, no marriage prospects, and a dwindling stash of money with no means to make more. You’re just existing at this point, and you’re surviving on limited time.

So you make your way to the front door, cringing as one section of the floor creaks as you tiptoe through the darkness of your home. You highly doubt the stranger outside can hear you, but you still hold your breath as you peek through the curtains. It’s too dark inside and out for anyone to notice the movement, and all you can make out is a large figure. There’s a knapsack by their feet and hanging off their shoulder is a gun.

The knocks shouldn’t catch you off guard by now, but one particular hard bang against the door has you jumping in surprise, away from the window.

This stranger must be a soldier.

There’s not a lot of fighting to be done down here. The southern towns have mostly been unaffected. Most of the war is being fought up north. All the southern soldiers write back home, telling stories about the cities they visited, careful not to mention the red that runs through the streets and the way the citizens will have to update the population count on the sign outside their City Hall.

But still, you know what everyone knows — when a soldier, especially one from your side, shows up on your front step, you better let him know that this home is now his.

You slide the deadbolt with shaky hands, turn the lock on the doorknob, and only hesitate for a few seconds before removing the chair that serves as your last barrier. He’s a soldier, you remind yourself, hoping that you’re not wrong. The least you can do for him is offer him a hot bath for leaving him outside for so long.

You open the door, revealing a blond-haired soldier weighed down from the weight of his sopping wet uniform, his hair sticking to his forehead because his face is also covered in rainwater, and it’s now that you notice that he’s got one arm wrapped around his abdomen. His hand is pressing down on his side, and you don’t think the dark liquid coating his fingers is water.

“Finally.” He says. “I’m First Lieutenant Miya, and I fight for the south. I am seeking temporary refuge in your home, and I require only what you can afford to give me. I–“ Before he can finish rattling off what he’s been forced to memorize for times like these, First Lieutenant Miya falls forward, his body crashing into yours.

It’s been a rough day.

A rough week.

A rough month.

A rough life, really, but Atsumu Miya’s long past the days of whining and complaining about things he can’t control. For example, he no longer dwells on his father abandoning his mother right before she gave birth to him and Osamu. There’s still a bitter taste that gets left on his tongue when he mentions dear old pa, which is why, for the most part, he chooses not to discuss him at all. He can’t control the way the north and the south view each other; sure, the mandatory draft isn’t his definition of a fun time, but he honestly didn’t have many plans after school, anyway. He probably would’ve joined the cause, regardless of the law or not. It’s just… A choice is nice to have, y’know?

Like, if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have gotten caught up in some ambush tonight. If only he weren’t just a lieutenant. If only his captain weren’t such a dumbass.

If he had a group to command, Atsumu’s certain that he wouldn’t lead his men into obvious traps, unlike some captains. But newly promoted Brigadier General Kita isn’t here to force people to listen to what Atsumu has to say. Kita has bigger problems to worry about, bigger troops to organize.

Atsumu’s morning starts off bright and early with a five mile trek in the woods. The sky is overcast, and anyone with eyes is capable of predicting the storm that’s coming. Atsumu suggests building temporary shelter before the rain makes it too hard to walk; it’s already hard enough to navigate now, but Atsumu’s visited this town before, when he was a little boy. It floods easily, too easily.

His captain doesn’t listen. Typical.

Around noon, they take a short break to eat. Rations are getting lower. Atsumu suggests that two or three soldiers turn around and head towards town to get supplies. His captain argues that their group is already small enough and sneers that Atsumu must be a northie lover since he’s trying so hard to sabotage this plan.

The plan is shit, by the way. The captain swears his intel is good, that he’s just oh so certain that a troop of northern soldiers are planning to invade a series of small southern towns. They’re supposedly cutting through the woods to be discreet, and they plan on striking at night.

Atsumu thinks that the captain is just falling into their trap (spoiler: he’s right). There’s no way anyone would bother capturing small towns, just like there’s no way people ever want to listen to someone who’s just a lieutenant. Nobody thinks they have anything to offer, so it’s not worth the time to even pretend to care. These towns aren’t loaded with resources. They aren’t located in any coveted areas. There are only a couple of farms, but even then, they’re not big enough to justify wasting troops to terrorize the townspeople.

But First Lieutenant Miya follows his orders anyway because what else is he supposed to do? Unfortunately, talking back comes to bite him in the ass because as nighttime starts to settle and the first drops of rain start to fall, his captain gives him a slimy smile before telling him, “Since you have such great ideas, Lieutenant, why don’t you go ahead and turn back into town to get us some of those supplies we needed?”

Well, Atsumu has a few choice words in reply, none of which will get him back into his captain’s good graces (not like he cares to be anyway). Atsumu can argue that it’s dark out, and no one in their right mind is going to be up at night. Atsumu can throw back his captain’s words and remind him that their measly team is already lacking in numbers. He can make the captain look dumb and ask him where the supposed enemy troops are at, since apparently they’re supposed to be capturing the town right about now. He can abandon the men, go back home, and enjoy a homecooked meal from ma. She wouldn’t care enough to scold him for being a dirty deserter; the lecture will come, surely, but she wouldn’t be too harsh with him. Atsumu misses home. He misses his brother, who belongs to a different troop. He misses Shinsuke, his former captain. He misses his mom.

What he does end up doing, though, is biting back his tongue. He barely nods, clenches his teeth as he reluctantly says yes, sir, and treks off on his own.

He’s about three miles in when the bullets start flying.

Isn’t this just a lovely way to finish off the night, he thinks, before sprinting through the trees, weaving between them, trying to ignore how loud and how close the shots sound. He thinks he’ll probably go deaf by the time this damn war is over. A bullet narrowly misses his face, and then he starts to think he’ll probably be dead before then.

He can’t see. If he can’t see, he doubts the enemies can, either. That’s when he gets an idea. His legs are sore, he’s thirsty, and every step he takes is punctuated by a sloshing sound because the area is flooding, just like he predicted it would.

(Sometimes it’s a pain being right all the time.)

The shots are still coming at him in rapid succession, and he believes maybe it’s because they still think they have to shoot at him. If they think they got him, maybe they’ll leave him alone. It didn’t sound like anyone was bothering to chase after him, meaning they’re all probably perched in trees or hiding in bushes, shooting blindly into the night, hoping to land a lucky shot on a target.

Before he can pretend to be hit, though, some bastard does get a lucky shot on him.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but yell out, the bullet piercing the side of his abdomen. A burning sensation begins to form on the spot where the bullet decided to make its happy home, and Atsumu can’t help but fall to the ground, clutching at the bottom half of his body.

A minute goes by with no more shooting, and he’s glad he’s in enough pain not to realize that had he thought of his little plan of pretending to be shot sooner, he probably wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.

It’d be so easy just to lie down and die. It’d be a slow death, sure. Painful, very much so. But no more fighting. No more captains belittling him.

But if you die, a tiny voice in his head reminds him, it wouldn’t just be you that dies. It’d kill ma. It would ruin Osamu. Don’t be a selfish bastard.

He allows himself only one more minute to stay absolutely still. He thinks the adrenaline pumping in his system helps to numb the pain, which is saying a lot, considering the fact that death would be preferable over this excruciating sensation. When he’s certain the coast is clear, he struggles to stand and keep himself steady.

He cannot die like this.

Atsumu Miya knows better than to get upset at things he can’t control. He can’t control flying bullets aimed at him. He can’t control enemy soldiers; hell, he doesn’t even have soldiers he can control, enemy or ally. He can’t control a lot of shitty things that seem to happen to him, but as long as his heart is still beating, Atsumu Miya controls his own fate. He decides what happens next.

It’s only a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, he rationalizes. He walks all the time. It’s not such a hard task. The storm continues to rage on, and Atsumu pretends he doesn’t even mind the water. He pretends that he’s not freezing. He pretends that he doesn’t care that his uniform is sticking to his body, making the dirty fabric cling onto him as if to act as a second skin.

There’s a white flag in his knapsack. During training, they said to use it as a last resort. Die before you wave it, or something like that.

He knows the intended use for it, but right now, he needs it as a tourniquet. He tightens the flag around his waist, using all his diminishing strength to get it as tight as possible. He can trick himself into thinking it’ll stop the flow of blood leaving his body, but at least it’ll slow it down. It’ll grant him enough time to make it into town and get help.

He doesn’t choose the first house he sees; he chooses the one he likes the best. It’s nothing all too impressive — certainly not the biggest, but from what he can make out in the dark, it looks quaint. It reminds him of home, almost. There’s a porch with a bench outside and flowers on a window sill. It seems to glow in the darkness of the town, its paint a much brighter shade than the surrounding houses. A nice family must live here then.

He knocks on the door, and there is no answer. Atsumu Miya did not walk this far with his life literally draining out of him to only make it this far. He knocks and knocks, and because he is too stubborn, even to the very end, he doesn’t quit. Someone must answer the door. It doesn’t cross his mind that perhaps this lovely family he’s envisioning might not even be home. It feels like ages since he first started banging on this door, and he thinks this might be it.

And then the door swings open, revealing a young lady with a certain glow about her. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking, but right now, you look like an absolute angel. His bright beacon of hope.

“Finally.” He swallows hard, trying to remember what he’s supposed to tell you. The proper words are evading him right now. Honestly, even standing is a struggle now. He thinks he does a good enough job, but then he blinks, and his eyes don’t open back up after that.

— to the victor belong the spoils, naoya zenin elevator pitch: the dark longfic i mentioned abt borderline yandere naoya + how he basically slaughtered your whole entire clan and is going to force you to marry him because you have a cursed technique that will basically grant him invincibility

“Who did this?” You’ve seen Naoya so angry that his words seemed to shake the very interior of the room he was shouting in. You’ve seen Naoya so furious that he had everyone in his vicinity cowering in fear, scared to face his merciless wrath. Never have you seen him so enraged that he can hardly speak, the sentence coming out from between bared teeth; they’re discernible growls more than they are words, but his message doesn’t need to be understood in order to know his intent.

Naoya Zenin is out for blood.

“Tell me who did this.” He demands, hand gripping your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and stare him directly in the eyes. You know why he does this; he can read you like a fucking book. He’ll know if you’re lying before you can even finish whatever fabricated story you’ve spent forever formulating. There’s no point in trying to trick him because it’ll cause him to get angrier, and then what? Then, you’ll have the whole entire room’s blood on your hands. A massacre dedicated just for you.

You hadn’t cried when he had taken you from your home. You hadn’t cried when you were about to be killed by that curse. You hadn’t shed a single tear despite the unfamiliarity of the Zenin Estate, despite the fact that you were forced into a marriage with a man you did not know, despite the fact that you’ve never been this far from home, suffering silently in feelings of isolation and despair. You hadn’t cried after all of that, yet now you’re sobbing? Now you’re here, struggling to stand on your own, clutching onto the material of his shirt as if he’s your only lifeline, dangerously close to burying your face in his chest and crying your little eyes out. He’s been angry more times than he’s ever felt any other emotion. He’s numb to the feeling of his blood rising, of his vision being tainted with red, of having nothing but sick thoughts and vivid memories of torn flesh and severed limbs surrounding him. This emotion isn’t foreign to him; it’s a part ofhim. And he’s angry, yes, but there’s something else that he feels when he looks down and sees you making yourself smaller, as if trying to use him as your own personal shield.

— balancing act [chapter one], satoru gojo elevator pitch: the first month of your bet will you and gojo inevitably get together <3 the start of this series.

You have what you order down to a T. You first started your tried and true method of restaurant ordering when you were but a wee little intern, too shy to go to town on a rack of ribs in front of your peers and bosses. Once you entered the city’s dating scene (which is actually Dante’s tenth circle of hell — it’s just never discussed because that’s truly how vile trying to find a good man in a big city is), you realized that there’s not much difference between lunch dates and client lunches.

You have the obligatory greeting exchanges (“hi,” “hello,” “how are you,” etc.), the awkward smiles, the mental countdown going off in your head as you wait for the perfect moment to get right into business (“what do you expect to gain from this partnership?” — a line surprisingly used more often in your meetings with potential investors and clients). There’s the pained professionalism, the tight-lipped smiles, the napkin resting in your lap, the battle to maintain constant eye-contact. When you sit across from someone at a table, date or client, you don’t see the person; you see a goal.

And you’re good at working towards a goal. It’s why you’ve always been the analyst your managers rely on, why you’ve morphed into the senior associate that all your juniors look up to at G&G Capital, and why you automatically figure that if you set your sights on a man only to have him end things, it’s not you who was at fault. It has to be him. You’ve charmed the toughest clients and built fantastic working relationships with the most well-connected M&A lawyers; if you’re this good at professional relationships, why wouldn’t you also be fan-fucking-tastic at a romantic one?

All the men who have taken you out on dates before wanted to sweep you off your feet. An ex-boyfriend once admitted to you that you appeared so unimpressed at everything, it had become this fun, twisted competition with himself to see what he had to do to get a look of amazement on your face.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you’re impressed.” Gojo says gleefully, holding open the dirty glass door so you and Utahime can walk in.

Utahime looks like Gojo just slid open the backdoor to a white van and told her to get in. There’s shock with a hint of disgust evident on her pretty, doll-like features, and you know you’ve got a similar expression, too.

The floors inside this restaurant — if the dingy, dimly lit shack crammed with small tables and rickety chairs can even be considered a restaurant — are sticky with decades’ worth of mystery liquids that have congealed into the half-inch thick residue that coats the floorboards. You have to purposely think about moving one foot in front of the other in order to walk because actual pressure needs to be applied if you don’t want your heels to become glued to the floor. You’re walking in front of Utahime and Gojo, and you end up choosing a table in the far back; it looks the cleanest. Briefly, you wonder if you’re allowed to be here, then think better of it as Utahime takes the seat next to you, and Gojo takes the one across. You highly doubt there’s a hostess here that’s dictating where the customers sit.

Especially since, upon one glance of the whole place, you realize that it’s empty save for you three.

“Gojo, if we get killed, I hope they murder you in front of us first,” Utahime hisses. Her family’s so rich (and traditional), she’s never willingly been to a restaurant that doesn’t have a Michelin star. Before college, she’s never even eaten out at a chain restaurant. Being caught in a place like this has Utahime mentally spiraling towards rock bottom.

“I hope they would, too. I don’t think I have the stomach to watch you meet your grisly end.” Gojo says serenely. Usually, he says things loudly, teasingly, gets all up in your face. When it comes to Utahime, he likes to play at being nonchalant. He’s been doing this to her for over a decade now, and it still grates her.

Before Utahime can reply, the shaky voice of an older woman is exclaiming, “Oh! Welcome in! Have you gotten a chance to look over the menu?” The voice belongs to a short, plump woman with gray hair, a wrinkly face, but a kind smile that reveals yellowing teeth. She’s got a slight hunch to her back and nails with overgrown cuticles. You try to do a mental calculation of what you could buy this building for, to ensure that this sweet old lady never has to work a day in her life ever again.

“You know what I want, Mrs. Kimura.” Gojo is giving her one of his signature dazzling smiles. “You can just double the portions today since my friend Utahime here eats enough for a family of five.”

Mrs. Kimura lets out a throaty laugh. Utahime kicks Gojo in the shin from underneath the table. You’re wondering what Gojo orders from this place, and why does he order here so often to the point of them memorizing his meals?

“I’m glad you brought friends with you today, Satoru. Meals always taste better when shared with loved ones!” She directs a warm smile in your direction, and you feel bad for returning it with your normal polite one. Tiny and brief. It’s more muscle memory than born from any real emotion. She’s shuffling away to the kitchen before you can try to summon a genuine smile for her, and Utahime’s phone is ringing, filling this near empty space with the tinny, anxiety-inducing sound of an iPhone ringer.

She doesn’t excuse herself; just looks down at the glowing screen, grabs her phone, and heads outside to take the call.

Which leaves you sitting across from Gojo. Just the two of you. Just the two of you in a dingy restaurant seemingly run by only one old woman. The table looks older than you. The chair you’re sitting on makes a weird squeaky noise with any slight movement of your body. There’s no decor on the walls, no windows either. Nothing to distract you, nothing for you to feign interest in as you wait for Utahime to come back.

You straighten your posture, try to discreetly look out the front door to gauge how close Utahime is to wrapping up her conversation, and find yourself with no choice but to look in front of you. All you see is Gojo.

He’s tall, you know that. Broad shoulders. Definitely not hideous, you can give him that much. You just feel shocked at how much space he takes up, how it feels like your eyes have to stretch to try to accommodate all of him.

You don’t know why you feel so awkward, almost like a teenager going on her very first date with a boy she barely knows but still, for some inexplicable reason, wants so badly to impress. You can’t remember the last time you’ve ever felt this way, and you definitely don’t like this feeling at all.

“How’d you find this place?” You ask him.

“I like to support small businesses.” He’s not teasing you, but Gojo has this bad habit of always adding a playful inflection to his words.

“I hope you tip well. You look like their only supporter.” It’s not meant to be an insult to the painfully empty restaurant. You know how much Gojo is worth; when Itadori Googled “Satoru Gojo net worth” and showed the results to everyone, Gojo caught him in the act, looked at the top result, and threw his head back in laughter as he told Itadori to “add an extra zero and triple the number.” You think back to your calculation and assessment of the place. “Might as well buy the business.”

“You make capitalism so cute.” He has to be teasing you now. You scowl.

(He means it.)

— i wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed, satoru gojo elevator pitch: yandere gojo, royal au, nanny!reader... yeah idk what happened to this fic either, just that it was depraved and i wish i wrote more to share LOL

You’re acutely aware of the noise you’re making, every huff and small, desperate gasp for breath only further betraying your location, but you can’t find it in you to care.

You know, deep inside your pounding, frightened heart, that it doesn’t really matter how fast or how far you run.

I will always find you.

Just the mere thought of him is enough for you to ignore the ache in your legs and push forward. If you can find the exit, if you can just see the daylight, surely you’d be able to—

You stop in your tracks.

There are two paths: one right, one wrong. Left or right? Freedom or imprisonment?

There’s no time to waste, but you can’t make a choice. Which decision would be the right one? Surely either route would still be able to lead you to the exit, right? The sharp snap! of a branch being trampled on leaves you even more frightened. Without thinking, you take a left.

— i think you're too divine for my human mind, undecided elevator pitch: rough around the edges but w a heart of gold underground fighter!character x ring girl!reader. i think this was gonna be for bakugo LMAO but i do not have bnha brain rot so maybe a bllk or jjk or hq boy... NO ONE SAY ATSUMU I DON'T WANNA GIVE IT TO ATSUMU

The couch seems to shift with his weight, and you swallow hard, staring straight ahead at the same cement wall you’ve been staring at for the last ten minutes because you’re still too much of a fucking wimp to navigate this area by yourself.

Despite the two of you sitting at opposite ends of the couch, there’s only about one foot of space separating his knee from yours. You suppose that he gets away with the manspreading since he probably has no qualms with punching anyone who voices their offense. After witnessing just how brutal the infamous [ring name nickname] can get, you know that you’re definitely not going to be the one to say shit to him. You can’t even look at him.

Where the fuck is your sister? You have your arms crossed, covering your torso, and you think you must have subconsciously pressed yourself as far back into the couch as you possibly could. Everything about you must scream out “she wants to disappear!!!”, and the worst part of it all would be the fact that it’s the truth. You knew coming down here would be a bad idea, and the sinking feeling of regret is practically solidifying itself into your stomach. You think you could throw up.

“Hey,” a voice — a deep voice, scratchy and low and so scarily close to you — breaks the silence. “You must be…”

Of course, you’re used to it by now. Always being referred to as “Akemi’s little sister” no matter the situation, the person, the setting. It makes sense, you rationalize. Everyone knows Akemi. And so, by extension, they must know you — her shadow, her little sister.

“...helped out Sakura.”

“What?” You don’t know anyone named Sakura, but you finally turn your head to properly look at him as you answer. He’s got on a white shirt now, incredibly form-fitting, and he’s staring right back at you. You're quick to meet his eyes before getting too nervous and focusing on the space just below his eyes. Then, that becomes too close to eye contact for comfort, so you settle for staring at his jaw. It’s a nice jaw. Sharp. He could probably cut you with it if you contradict any of his statements, so maybe you should pretend to know this Sakura girl.

“You must be the girl that helped out Sakura.” He repeats. He says it slow and almost carefully, like he thinks you must be some sort of idiot who can’t comprehend the most basic of statements. “Gave her your jacket.” He clarifies, and it makes sense. The girl with the hot pink colored hair must have been Sakura.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“So why are you here?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know… Pretty girls like you don’t normally end up here without a reason. So what’s your reason?”

He says it so casually, throwing it out there as easily as a punch. He probably means nothing deep by it, probably doesn’t even realize the fact that it is a compliment.

He called you pretty.

“My sister.” You answer, finally looking away at him to look down at your hands that have settled nicely into your lap. Your cheeks feel a lot warmer than they did a second ago. You decide to blame this as a result of too many sweaty people in one basement.

“She a ring girl?”

“She’s dating a fighter here.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you dating a fighter here, too?”

You look him properly in his face after that comment, almost resisting the urge to laugh. Fear that he’ll get offended and smack you into the floor stops that reaction. Instead, you stare at him, slightly surprised, lips almost curled up into an amused smile at just how unbelievable it would be for you to date anyone like him.

“You finally did it.”

“Did what?”

“Look at me.” He holds eye contact, almost as if he’s trying to challenge you into looking away. “I don’t bite, y’know.” He smiles, showing off a surprisingly straight row of white teeth, not a single tooth missing despite the nature of his… job. “It’s against the rules.”

Yeah. Because [character], the fucking [ring name nickname], looks like the type of man who follows the rules.

#atsumu miya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #satoru gojo x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #UGH i hate going thru my drafts #bc im like damn why didn't i finish writing these #anyway lmk ur thoughts. i have to work on comms so no plans to release these this month but perhaps june

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tommyboykaulitz · 11 months

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Bam Margera X Reader

Author notes-This is the longest one Ive wrote so just bare with me. There is smut at the end if you are just here for that but this also happens to be my favorite on yet. So enjoy

Warning-Abuse(Not from Bam), and smut(at the end)

Description-Your father is abusive and you decide to stand up to him. When you do Bam, Steve-O, Rabb, and Knox decide to have you move in with them.

HELP

It’s one minute pass the time I’m supposed to be home. I walk to the door and think of an excuse. The door swings open as he pulls me inside.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LATE?” he throws me inside, knocking me to the ground.

“What the hell Dad? I’m a minute late,” I stand up and argue back. I feel a burn in my right cheek.

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME YOU BITCH.” He grips my arm as he yells in my face.

“Back the fuck off you dick,” he punch him as hard as can. Fuck. I brace myself, knowing I’m going to get my shit rocked. I feel another burn on my face. This time my eye, and a lot harder. He punched me in the stomach, easier to hide it that way. He throws me back to the ground.

“Go to your fucking room. I don’t want to see you.” I turn around and run up the stairs.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I scream at the top of my lungs before slamming the door. Grabbing my pepper spray thinking he was going to come upstairs. I hear the front door slam and walk to my window. He gets in his car and drives away. I’m going to get it tomorrow.

I don’t even want to see the damage. I get changed, avoiding looking at my body or face, and slide into bed.

Ow. The pain of last night still lingers on my body as I wake up. I go to my closet and pick something to wear. I small shirt and blue jeans, exposing the small of my back and stomach. I walk into my bathroom and see the bruises. There huge, I can’t let anyone see them.

I go back to the closet and grab Bams blue hoodie and a pair of sweats. I walk back in the bathroom. A massive bruise sits on my right cheek and left eye. Shit. I grab my big sunglasses, not wanting to put on any makeup. I try to sneak downstairs when I hear him in the kitchen. I walk fast for the door.

“Get the fuck over here Y/N,” I walk over to him. He grabs my face firmly, theres going to be more marks. “Don’t you fucking tell people I hurt you, you fell in the shower. Got it?”

“Whatever,” I sigh, trying to walk over to the door. He squeezes, his grip on my face getting tighter.

“I said, got it?”

“Yes Dad. Can I go now?” his grip loosens as he shoves my face away. I grab my keys and leave. I start to drive to school before looking in my mirror. His handprint slightly lingering upon my face. “Jesus” I sit in my car until they start fading.

I hear a group of laughter. I look up and see a group of boys walking away from the school. Johnny, Bam, Steve-O, and Rabb. I honk my horn trying to get their attention. Nobody looks. “Hey Jackass!” I scream out my window and Bams head whips around. His fave lights up as he jogs to my car.

“Hey baby,” he plants and big messy kiss on my lips.

“Hi, where y’all going?” the rest of the boys gathering by my car. Johnny leaning against the hood.

“We don’t know yet, just going to smoke and drink probably,” he wraps his arms around my waist before trying to take my glasses. I swat his hand away.

“Get in,” I get back in the car. “What the hell are y’all waiting for. Get the fuck in.”

They all shuffle in. Johnny and Bam fighting for the front seat before Bam gets in the seat behind me. Touching my hair and whispering in my ear. “So, what happened last night?”

“Nothing,” Lie. I hate lying to Bam but I have to. I see my Dads car and slouch down behind the wheel. He saw me. My phone rings and it’s him. Dammit.

“Hello?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you at school?”

“It’s a late start today.” Lie. I don’t know why I tried. I know what’s going to come either way. Truth or not.

“Take your friends to school and get home. Now!”I bust a u-turn and drop them back off at school.

“Keep me updated, I love you.” Bam kisses me before walking towards his car.

“I love you too,” I head back home.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! SKIPPING SCHOOL! REALLY?” He yells in my face, spitballs hitting my skin with every word.

“It was a late start Dad. I was going to get food with my bo-“ I hesitate “with my friends.” His face goes red.

“YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!” He whips off his belt and wraps it around his hand. “WHICH ONE OF THOSE HOODRATS IS IT? THE CURLY HAIRED ONE?”

“No Dad. I’m not dating any of th-“ He punches me.

“STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!” he punches again. “WHO IS IT?”

“IT’S NONE OF THEM! AND EVEN IF IT WAS WHY DO YOU CARE? ALL YOU DO HIS HIT ME I’M NOTHING TO YOU.”

Another punch this time knocking me down. He doesn’t feel any remorse, I can tell. He falls to the ground with me pinning me to the ground and punching. I slam my knee up, hitting him in the groin before running to my room. I slam the door and reach under my bed. He swings the door open, breaking one of the hinges. I grab my bat as he hits me again. I bring it up and he backs off a bit. He scooches back as I swing at him. Breaking my mirror.

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N,” he’s scared now. “CALM DOWN! IT’S NOT THAT SERIOUS!” I swing again, hitting his arm as I hear a bone crunch. He falls to his knees in pain. I jump over him and down the stairs. I sprint to my car before racing to school.

Bam is still in his car as I pull up beside him. Knoxville looks up grinning. “Your princess is back,” he says, nudging Bams arm. Everyone files out the car and over to mine. My hands still gripping the steering wheel with my head resting on them, wheezing for air. Bam knocks on my window startling me, he looks worried as I realize I don’t have my glasses on. I fall out of the car and clutch onto him.

“Help,” the only word that seem to fall out of my mouth. He holds me as I start crying.

“What happened Y/N?”

“It’s my Dad, since he stopped drinking…” I pause catching my breath. “He got very abusive.” I pull my shirt up revealing my bruises on my stomach and my collar down showing more. He gasps as his eyes start to water.

“Oh my god, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He made me promise I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to upset him. It would just lead to more.” I hug him trying to calm him down.

“No. Your staying with me until this gets situated. I’ll call Social Services now,” he tries to pull out his phone but I snatch it away.

“No, I’ve tried that. He knows his way around the system. The more I try the harder he hits.” He snatches his phone back and walks away. I know he’s calling them and I start crying, leaning on my car door. Rabb walks up to me and hugs me.

“Come on Y/N stay with us. It’s fun there, and I promise I won’t have as many girls around every night. Just for you.” He winks at me trying to make me laugh. I look up to him and giggle.

“Fine. Since you ask so nicely, I will.” I wipe my eyes wincing at the pressure on my eye. Steve-O walks over.

“Oh-em-ge we can have so much fun together. We can like totally have pillow fights and paint each others nails and oh we can’t forget about the braid train.” We all laugh. If anyone knew how to make a dim situation funny it’s him. Bam walks back over.

“Ok so I called them and they said that you can stay with us and they will send someone over to the house next Monday. We will take you to the mall today to get you some clothes. Your not going back to that house.” he hugs me again, this time holding me.

“Ok, thank you guys, I love you.”

You all get into your cars. Bam gets into the drivers seat of your car, placing his hand on your thigh. While the rest of the guys get into his. “Don’t fucking crash my car Knox.”

“No promises,” he shouts back before driving off. His iconic laugh following right after.

“Bam I think I should stay at the school.”

“No Y/N we gotta go get you some clothes. Our treat and I gotta make room in my closet for you.” I never realized how protective he can be until now.

“Ok baby.” I pull his hand up and kiss it.

We walk into the mall and everyones about to go their separate ways. “Do you guys even know her sizes.”

“No Bam, but we know our women so everything will fit. Trust us.”

“Ok its your money man,” Rabb walks into Hot Topic, Knox into Victoria’s Secret, Steve-O into Juicy, and Bam grabs my hand. “Where do you want to go my love?”

I blush at that. My love. I’m not use to people being so sweet. “I don’t know. You pick.” We grips my hand tighter and runs down the mall pulling me with him. We go to almost every store, before meeting back with the boys at the food court. We have around 5 bags from different stores, Steve-O with 4, Rabb with 2, and Johnny with 2 big handfuls of bags. “Really Knox?” I look down at his hands laughing.

“What? I didn’t know what ones I mean you would want. And I had to do some shopping for Bam.” he winks at Bam, everyone starts laughing.

You get back to the apartment and are met with a huge living room. “Wow”

“It’s a bit messy right now. Steve-O threw one of his sick house parties last night. I swear it’s never like this.”

“Oh I don’t care about the mess, your place is huge man.” Bam walks in after everyone else.

“Correction. Our place. Come on I’ll show you our room.” I follow him to the room. It’s twice the size your room was. “Welcome to your new room.” He places his bags on the table beside his dresser, throwing the mess on the ground. I walk into the bathroom and see a pile of dirty clothes.

“Bam, whens the last time you did your laundry,” I ask chuckling. He walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I don’t know, 2 weeks ago?” I laugh shoving him away.

“BAM?!”

“What? Do you think I stink?” He laughs lifting his arm towards me. He pulls me in and kisses me. “God how did I end up with someone as sexy ass you?”

“Oh my god shut up. I got a black eye and look like shit,” I chuckle pushing him away. “But… I don’t know. I am kinda cute aren’t I?” I wrap my arms around his neck, looking in his eyes.

“Ok love birds come on. Y/N your gonna have the house to yourself for a little bit. We’re going back to the school so you can get settled.” Rabb grabs Bam by his collar and pulls him away from me.

~( i know this is long but trust me, your gonna love it)~

I walk around the house choosing where I’m going to start cleaning. I wonder back to our room and start there. Gathering all of Bams dirty clothes into a pile. I thought it was going to be mostly his clothes but I guess not. I get super hot and decide to try on some of the new clothes. I reach into the VS bag and pull out a pair of black lacy panties and try them on. Perfect fit. Well look at you Knox. I find one of the Spencers bags and find an oversize Jackass shirt. Of course. I giggle before putting it on.

I find Bams radio and turn it on, full blast as I start on cleaning. Taking his clothes to the wash, throwing away trash, cleaning the furniture, and vacuuming. Before I knew it, it was time for the second load of laundry. I walk back into the room and make the bed before putting my clothes away.

Bam- Hey baby, how u doin?

Me-fine I cleaned up the room a lil

Bam-O u didnt have 2 do that

Me-it fine. wen u cumin back home

Bam- y?

Bam- awww u miss me that much

Me-(sexy pic)

Bam-DONT MOVE IM OMW

Me- oki

I set my phone back on the table and wait.

I hear the keys in the door and before I could run to the door Bam runs up to me. Picking me up and kisses me while carrying me to our room. He lays me down on the bed and undoes his buckle. Kissing my neck while we shimmy out of our clothes. I rip off my shirt while he takes his off. I slam my lips back to his as his fingers rush to my back, unclasping my bra.

He looks down at my body in admiration before laying me down on my back. He slides two fingers in me with no warning. I gasp at the feeling. “Wow baby, hardly done anything and your already wet.” I pull him done to me by his neck kissing him.

“Just fuck me,” he kisses my neck before sliding into me. I moan feeling him fill me. He slowly thrusts his hips, kissing down my neck to my chest. Slowly kissing each breast as he picks up his pace. I buck my hips in hopes that he goes faster, but he’s to focused on my breasts. I pull his face up with my hands. “Bam, baby, faster” I whisper in his ear and kiss the lobe. Knowing its one of his turn ons.

His pace starts to race as he leans over me, I look into his eyes. Panting I pull him damn to my neck, as he’s sucking my neck my nails dig into his back. He winces. I feel a knot slowly start to form in my stomach. I moan in his ear, his biggest turn on. “Fuck baby-uh- I’m close.” I flip him over, planting my hands on his chest as my head tilts back in pleasure. “Me too baby,” I pick up the pace, bouncing on him as he bucks up his hips. His hands resting on my hips.

“I’m close baby,” I moan. One of his hands leaves my hip falling down to my clit. He rubs circles around it and we both reach out climax. He moans as my nails dig into his chest. Leaving scratches across his chest as the most pornographic moan falls out of my mouth. I lean down on his chest and kiss him. He flips me over and pulls out of me, as I whimper from the empty feeling he walks to the bathroom. He comes back to the room with a damp towel and a glass of water.

He kneels down in front of me, opening my legs as he hands me the water. “Thank you Y/N, I love you,” he starts to clean me up as I chug the water.

“I love you too baby,” after he cleans me he walks to the dresser to grab me some new clothes. “Oh fuck. Sorry baby,” I walk over to him tracing the scars on his chest and back with my hands. He turns around and looks down at his chest.

“What for? Just proves you enjoyed it.” He chuckles as he puts the clothes everyone bought on me.

END

Lmk if yall want another one like this

#bam margera #johnny knoxville #fem reader #jackass #steve o #rabb himself #18+ content

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softsnzstuff · 2 years

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Writing for 9-1-1 you say? I’m just imagining Buck getting sick and not wanting Eddie to know because after Maddie left Buck never had anyone to take care of him so he always pushed through it but Eddie is just desperately trying to show Buck that he cares for him and omg I just love them so much

Hi loves! So sorry this has taken me weeks and weeks to get to! I didn’t forget, promise! Ask and ye shall receive! 911 is one of my fave shows to watch and ofc Buck and Eddie are my favorites! This is my first time writing 911 content so sorry if it’s short! I hope you enjoy!! More to come! 🤍~KB

*****

“Beat you again!” Christopher laughed as Buck’s tv screen showed his character as the winner.

“When did you get so good at this game Chris?” Buck asked, knuckling his nose.

“It’s a secret.” Christopher smiled.

“A secret huh?” Buck got up and made his way to the kitchen, “Well you know what else is a secret? The recipe for SNF these super tasty cookies… H’iiCHuh! snff H’ektCHIEW!”

“Bless you, Buck.”

“Thanks Chris.” He brought the plate of cookies back to the living room, sniffling when a knock sounded at the door.

Opening it revealed Christopher’s dad and Buck’s best friend, Eddie.

“Hey man, thanks for picking up Chris after school. Hope he didn’t give you too much trouble.” Eddie patted the younger man on the shoulder as he stepped inside.

“Apart from snfff kicking my butt at a few rounds of Smash Bros, he was SNF great as always.”

Eddie glanced at Buck after he had sniffled, “Are you okay? You’re very…sniffly.”

Buck rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to downplay the fact that he really didn’t feel that great, “Sorry just got a little teary eyed knowing that a ten year old can beat me in my own house.”

“I’m twelve Buck.” Christopher laughed.

“Oh right!” Buck teased, “Same difference. You can take some cookies home with you, just don’t eat them all at once, yeah?”

The boy nodded as Eddie led him out of the apartment, grabbing his son’s backpack for him. “Thanks Buckley!”

“No problem, Diaz.”

Buck closed the door behind them and exhaled sharply, rubbing at his throat. He wasn’t feeling too bad this morning, but whatever bug he’d managed to pick up had definitely caught up to him now.

He climbed the stairs to his lofted bedroom and crawled under the covers. He’d just rest his eyes for a little bit…

***

Back at the Diaz household, Eddie was cooking dinner.

“Hey Chris, did Buck seem weird today? Can’t put my finger on it…” Eddie asked.

Christopher was at the table finishing a math worksheet. “Oh you mean because he’s sick?” The boy asked very matter-of-factly.

Eddie stopped what he was doing. “Buck’s sick? Why didn’t he say anything.”

Christopher looked worried, “Oh no. It was supposed to be a secret. Please don’t tell him I said it.”

“I won’t tell.” Eddie said, “But I do need to go back out after dinner. Carla will put you to bed okay?”

***

Eddie made his way down the hallway of Buck’s apartment complex, stopping outside the front door.

He knocked but there was no answer. He could see under the door that the lights were on though. He gently tried the door handle and found that it was still unlocked - for someone who worked as a first responder, he could sure be dumb sometimes.

“Buck?” He called out cautiously, “It’s Eddie…”

The older man walked through the door and set the bag he was carrying on the kitchen counter. Suddenly, Eddie heard the bathroom door open upstairs and Buck stepped out in pajamas, a trail of steam creeping along the ceiling.

“iitSCHoo! H’itCHew! Hihhh H’AKTschIEW!”

“Bless you.” Eddie said out of habit.

“Jesus CHRIST, Diaz! What are you doi’g in my house??”

Buck was clearly startled as he coughed into a fist and made his way downstairs.

“Sorry. You left your door unlocked? Anyways I heard you were sick so I just brought you some takeout soup. Figured you wouldn’t want to cook.”

Buck looked confused, but pleasantly surprised. “You did that for me?… wait how did you know I was sick?”

“Christopher.” They both said in unison, realizing.

“Buck why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I don’t know…” Buck looked at his feet, “I guess after Maddie left, I’m just…used to hiding it? I can deal with it on my own.”

“I know you can, but you know you don’t have to do that anymore right? You’ve got all of us now!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just let us help you. Now come eat some soup.”

#e/ddie d/iaz #911fox #e/van b/uckley #the 118 #firefam #kb writes #snzblr #ask box #anonymous

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Bed sharing bed sharing! 9 rulie

Julie wondered if she should be afraid of how used she was getting to hearing knocking on her window at night. "It's open!"

Probably way too much.

"Hey Jules!"

Julie waved. Reggie then. It was usually him, Alex choosing to hide out with Willie when he needed refuge from home, and Luke usually left in the middle of the night and went to the studio. Reggie came by most nights, either because his parents were at it again, or his mind was restless and the walk helped calm him down. Julie knew she probably shouldn't condone it, him climbing up the tree next to her window, but she'd rather have him there with her than wandering the streets of LA.

Julie had the tip of her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she applied another coat of nail polish. Reggie sat next to her wordlessly, taking the brush and painting her other hand, then offered his hand to her.

"Red or black?" Julie asked. Reggie handed her a deep dark purple colour instead, complementing the electric blue of her own. "Okay, what's up? You usually don't deviate from your faves."

"Felt like it was time for a change," Reggie replied with a shrug. "Something needed to."

"Tell me about it," Julie replied with a scoff. "But then again... change is terrifying. So much has changed lately, so the sameness was nice for a while."

"Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same..." Reggie hummed. "Anyways, what do you wanna do tonight? Movie? Jam session? Prank Luke and Alex?"

"Can we just... talk?" Julie asked, blowing his nails dry.

Reggie nodded, a wide grin on his face. "Have you ever thought about the stars? Like, they're this big burning balls of gas a million light years away but we use them for navigation and stories and see all these symbols in them. It's wild."

"I always loved the stars," Julie mused. "They can make you feel so small, meaningless, but also there's a hope that they represent something more. A hope for humanity. But mostly they just remind me of stargazing with my mom. Dad telling us the legends in Spanish, using a telescope on our roof."

Reggie flopped back onto the bed, patting the spot next to him. "Tell me your favourite memory of her."

Julie recalled the day in the dahlia field, taking a picnic out with her parents, enjoying the sunshine. That was the day they told her she was going to be a big sister. Her dad had taken the picture that now sat on her nightstand just as Rose had whispered the news into her ear.

Reggie didn't have many happy memories with his own mother; a cold and distant woman who barely tolerated him. But he had plenty of MeeMaw stories. Riding horses, picking berries, being brought to the lone Temple in Georgia to study Hebrew. He extracted a wrinkled photo from his wallet, of MeeMaw and a tiny smiling Reggie, missing his two front teeth, yarmulke on his head.

"She sounds lovely," Julie whispered, her lights turned down as the hour grew late. She knew her dad probably wouldn't approve of Reggie being here well past midnight, but she also knew he wouldn't turn him away. Best not to tempt fate though.

"She really is Jules, and I bet she would love you. One of these days I gotta bring you with me, let you see where I grew up," Reggie said, his sentence punctuated by a yawn.

"That sounds magical," Julie said, fighting to keep her eyes open. "I can't wait to meet her." Julie sank down further into her pillows, blinking sleepily at Reggie, nuzzling their noses together.

He grinned at her, then urged her to sleep, following right behind as the sky began to lighten.

The next morning, Ray began to wonder about Julie, she normally wasn't one to sleep in, and it was getting closer and closer to noon. Maybe she was sick? He crept up the stairs, just in case, and eased open her door. There was Julie, still fast asleep, curled in Reggie's arms, the man dozing right beside her. They were still dressed, and looked almost too sweet to disturb. Almost.

"Ahem," Ray let out a loud cough, biting back his smile when the couple startled awake, looking at him with guilty expressions. "Seems we need to go over the rules about visiting hours again. Reggie, I trust you're staying for brunch?"

"I-if that's alright Mr. Molina."

"Ray, I've told you a million times." He then looked at Julie, his eyes stern. "Don't let it happen again and I won't tell tia. Deal?"

"Deal," Julie replied. Ray nodded and walked off, leaving the two of them staring at his back. "Crap," Julie swore. "He totally thinks..."

"Yeah. But he knows I have way too much respect for you both to do something like that! Plus we aren't even together!" Reggie protested.

"I think we might have a time convincing him of that," Julie stated, nodding towards her still open door.

"What, friends can't fall asleep cuddling?" Reggie joked. "Yeah, I'll go down and talk to him, let you get dressed."

Julie reached out and grabbed Reggie's hand, holding it in hers. "We'll talk to him together." She stood and intended to press a kiss to his cheek, a reassuring gesture. But Reggie turned his face at the last second, connecting their lips. Julie's eyes opened wide for a moment, then closed, the sheer rightness of the kiss washing over her. Reggie's other hand came up to cup her cheek, pressing a little more intently, making the kiss deeper, sweeter, and then slowly pulled away, leaving the two of them staring at one another.

"Yeah, I think the talk may have changed," Julie whispered.

"I don't think it's even necessary now. Why try to convince him of something that isn't true... or won't be after I take you out later?" Reggie asked.

"If you think he's letting me out of the house after this, you're insane. But maybe after my grounding is over?" Julie counter offered.

"Sounds like a date," Reggie said, leaning in to kiss her once more, only breaking apart when they heard Ray banging pots in the kitchen extra loudly. They giggled and went down the stairs hand in hand, ready to face the consequences, and eager to see what lay in the future for them, groundings or no.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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davidmann95 · 3 years

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Sooo… Superman and the Authority?

magnus-king123 asked: Your thoughts on Superman & the authority Give it to me...lol

Anonymous asked: Seeing Bezos take his little trip into space the same day Morrison puts out a Superman comic that touches on how far we’ve fallen from the days when we dreamed of utopian futures where everyone explored the stars was a big gut punch. Not used to Superman being topical in that way.

Anonymous asked: What'd you think of Superman and the Authority#1?

This is far beyond what I can fit in the normal weekly reviews, so taking this as my notes on the first six pages, with this and this as my major lead-in thoughts:

* Janin's such a perfect fit for Morrison - the scale, the power, the facial expressions selling the character work, the screwing around with the panel formatting as necessary to sell the effect, the numinous sense of things going on larger than you can fully perceive amidst the beauty and chaos. It's a shame he wasn't around 25 years ago to draw JLA, but I'll take him going with Morrison onto other future projects.

* His intro action sequence is such a great demonstration of why Black actually does have something to offer, and also how he's such a dumbass desperately needing Superman to save him from himself.

* While Jordie Bellaire didn't legit go with an entirely monochromatic palate the way early previews suggested, it's still an effect frequently and excellently deployed here. And glad to see Steve Wands carry into this from Blackstars since there's such an obvious carryover from its work with Superman.

* "Gentlemen. Ladies. Others." Great both because of the obvious - hey, Superman's nodding at me! - and because it's a phrasing that reinforces that this take on him (and let's be real Morrison) is old as hell.

* I'm mostly past caring about whether this is an alt-Earth Superman until it becomes indisputable one way or another, this and Action both rule so what does it really matter? But while there are still a couple signs in play suggesting some kind of division (the Action Comics #1036 cover, Midnighter up to time-travel shenanigans) the "lost in time" quote clearly thrown in after the fact to explain how he could have met Kennedy outside of 5G that wouldn't be necessary for an Elseworlds, the assorted gestures towards Superman's current status quo, the Kingdom Come symbol appearing in Action, and that Morrison would have had to completely rewrite the ending if this wasn't supposed to be 'the' version of Clark Kent going forward as was the intent when they first planned it all say to me that no, no fooling around, this is our guy going forward one way or another.

* Janin and Bellaire making the first version of the crystal Fortress ever that actually looks as cool as you want it to.

Anonymous asked: I like that Superman and The Authority is basically the anti-All-Star; instead of the laid back, immortal Superman who is supercharged, we have a stressed, ageing Superman whose tremendous powers are fading. The former will always be there to save us, but the latter is running out of time and needs to pull off a Hail Mary. Also, he mentions in his monologue to Black that he was "lost in time" when he met JFK, so maybe he is the main continuity Clark. Or he's the t-shirt Supes from Sideways.

* You're absolutely right - the power reversal is obvious and the ticking clock in play seemingly isn't for his own survival but everyone around him as he wakes up and realizes all the old icons grew complacent with the gains they'd made and he's not leaving behind the world he meant to. Both, however, are built on the idea of preparing the world to not need them anymore - it'll still have a Superman in his son, but that'll only work because of the others he empowers and inspires. The question is what happens to Clark if he's not going to live in the sun for 83000 years.

* Clark's 'exercise' here does more to sell me on the idea of Old Man Superman as a cool idea than however many decades of Earth 2 stuff.

* Intergang being noted alongside Darkseid and Doomsday speaks to how much Kirby informed Morrison's conception of Superman.

* This isn't exactly the most progressive in its disability politics but at least it makes clear Black's being a piece of shit about it.

* It's startling how much Clark can get away with saying stuff in here you'd never expect to come out of Superman's mouth. "I made an executive decision" "Privacy, really...?" "You have nowhere to go, Black. Nothing to live for." "There are few people in my life who I instinctively and viscerally dislike, and you've always been one of them." It only works because there's zero aggression behind it, he's just past the point of niceties and being totally frank while making clear none of these assessments preclude that he cares and is going to unconditionally do the right thing every time. He is absolutely, per Morrison, humanity's dad picking us up when we're too drunk to drive ourselves home.

* The story doesn't put a big flashing light over it, but it's not even a little bit subtle having the material threat of the issue be a ticking timebomb left by the carelessness and hubris of generations past.

* Manchester keeps trying to poke the bear and prove his hot takes about Superman and it's just not working. The front he put up under Kelley is gone after decades of defeats, and as Morrison understands what actually conceptually works about him as a rival to Superman underneath the aging nerd paranoia he's exposed as what he absolutely would be in 2021: a dude with a horrific terminal case of Twitter brainworms. I was PANICKED when I heard there was an 'offensive term' joke in this, I was braced for Morrison at their well-meaning worst, but it's such a goddamn perfect encapsulation of a very specific breed of Twitter leftist who uses their politics first and foremost as a cudgel and justification to label their abrasive, judgmental shittiness as self-righteousness (plus it's a killer payoff to a joke from way back in his original appearance). Cannot believe they pulled that off when they're so very, very open about basically not knowing how the internet works.

* @charlottefinn: Manchester Black using his telekinetic powers to force someone he hates to fave a problematic tweet so that he can screenshot it and start a dogpile

@intergalactic-zoo: “Once they cancel Bibbo, Superman won’t be *anyone’s* fav’rit anymore!”

* Friend noted this issue had to be fully the conversation because the whole premise stands on the house of cards of these two somehow working together, and with three 'silent' inset panels the creative team pulls off that turning point.

* So much of this feels on the surface like Morrison bringing back the All-Star vibes with Clark, but when he drops a "That's all you got?" in a brawl you realize what's underlining that bluntness and confidence in the face of failure is that deep down this is still the Action guy too. This dude ain't gonna get wrecked in his Fortress while the other guy chuckles about him being A SOFT WEE SCIENTIST'S SON!

* Bringing up Jor-El made me realize that Morrison already spelled out that this is the final threat to Superman, what he faces at the end of the road:

"Now it's your turn, Superman."

* A l'il Superman 2000/All-Star reference with the Phantom Zone map!

* There's so much intertextuality going on here even by Morrison standards - Change or Die with the old hero putting together a team of morally nebulous folks out to 'fix' everything, Flex Mentallo with the muscleman trying to redeem the punk, Doomsday Clock with the fate of the world hinging on whether Superman can get through to a meta stand-in for an idea of 'modern' comics cynicism, DKR and New Frontier and Kingdom Come and Multiversity and Seven Soldiers and What's So Funny and All-Star and Action and the last 5 years of monthly Superman comics and Authority and probably Jupiter's Legacy and Tom Strong - but none of that's needed. You could go in with the baseline pop cultural understanding of the character and not care about any of the inside baseball shit and get that this is a story about a leader of a generation that let down the people they made all their grand promises to as inertia and day-to-day demands and complacency let him be satisfied with the accomplishments they'd made long ago, looking at a new era and seeing the ways its own activists are dropping the ball. The only thing that fundamentally matters in a "you have to accept you're reading a superhero story" sense is that because he's Superman he's willing to own up to it and listen to people who might know better about some things and try to set things right while he and those who'll take his place still have a chance. And yes, the oldster looking back on their legacy with a skeptical eye and hoping for better from the next generation, hoping most of all that their little heir apparent can fulfill the promise inside of him instead of being a provocating little shitkicker, is obviously also autobiographical.

* The overlaying Kennedy reprisal is such a great visual of a sudden intrusive thought.

* The Kryptonite secret is the obvious "This is going to matter!" moment, but "He lied about his son" is a bit that doesn't connect to anything going on right now so maybe that's important here too? More significantly, the Justice League can't actually be the villains here but that Ultra-Humanite's crew are in an Earth-orbiting satellite makes pretty clear what's up.

* I've said before that between Superman, OMAC, and a New Gods-affiliated speedster this was going to use all of Morrison's favorite things. King Arthur playing a role isn't exactly dissuading me.

* Love the idea that all the antiheroes have their own community in the same way as the capes and tights crew. They definitely all privately think the rest are posers though and that they alone are Garth Ennis Punisher in a mob of Garth Ennis Wolverines.

* Manchester's fallen so far he's gone from trying to convince Superman to kill to convince him to dunk on people for their bad takes and Clark just doesn't get it. Official prediction of dialogue for upcoming issues:

"According to these bloody Fortress scans, the only thing that can restore your powers is an unfiltered hit of dopamine. Don't worry, Doctor Black has a few ideas."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll plant a nice tree?"

"...fuck you."

* Ok I already talked about how great the Fortress looks in here but LOVE this library.

* A pair of pages this seems like the right spot to discuss from Black's original appearance that underlines both his and Superman's inadequacies up to this point:

Responding to the problem of "the government and penal system are hopelessly corrupt" neither of them has any actual notion of what to do about it in spite of their respective posturing beyond how to handle individual outside actors - each is in their own way every bit as small-minded and reactionary as the other. Clark's coming around though, and he's holding out hope for the other guy.

* Superman: Have a lovely mineral water :) proper hydration is important :)

Manchester Black: *Is a dude who can get so mad he vomits and passes out. At water.*

* That last page is the one to beat for the year, and does more to put over the idea of this as an Authority book than that Midnighter and Apollo are literally going to show up. It also feels like Morrison tacitly acknowledging all the ways the premise could go or at least be received wrong - from Superman saying 'enough is enough' to who he's bringing into the fold to go about it - in the most beautifully on-the-nose fashion imaginable. Maybe they'll save us all! Or maybe they'll drown us in their vomit.

#Superman and The Authority #Superman #The Authority #Manchester Black #Grant Morrison #Mikel Janin #Jordie Bellaire #Steve Wands #Opinion

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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AN: I took a break from El Novio and thanks to Michael's Tiwtich stream an idea for Luke and Rory came about and I added that new pic y’alls mans posted 😌😌😌 also our newest 5sos!baby is named after my fave @wastelandcth

Requested? No

Warnings: general fluff with a breif interaction with rude a parent

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Luke gently pushed down Aaliyah onto the couch. He quickly sat up and removed his shirt. He unzipped Aaliyah’s windbreaker and kissed down her body. His hands instinctively tugged down her leggings. He choked on air as he saw that she wasn’t wearing anything under.

“I get butt sweat when I wear panties.” Aaliyah explained to him.

“All the more reason why you should ditch Alex, Fiona and Marina and stay with me. I can get you hot and stretched out so you don’t go to hot yoga.” Luke said before kissing her thighs.

“Mumma, I need my leo!” Rory yelled from her room, making them jump.

“I got it.” Luke mumbled kissing Aaliyah.

He slipped on his shirt and adjusted his boxers to cover the tent in his sweatpants. He jogged upstairs to Rory’s room and found all of her clothes discarded on the floor.

“What’s this?” He asked her.

“I can’t find my leo.” She said, dramatically laying on her rug.

Luke rolled his eyes at his three year old. He picked her up and sat her on the bed. He tossed her clothes on the bed and noted that she took out the clothes on the bottom drawers she reached. He pulled the second drawer and closed it back up remembering that it was her tennis and not her gymnastics one. All of her leotards and gymnastics equipment were in her closet.

“Here you go love.” Luke said, handing Rory her favorite leotard. It was forest green with silver stars around her arms. She liked it in part because it was the same green as the shirt he wore where his ‘boobies’ showed. It also meant that Luke had to wear the shirt so they could be matchy-matchy. A term Rory took from Nico.

“Thank you.” She went to her bathroom and went to change.

Luke folded her clothes and put them back in the drawers.

“Tada!” Rory said before she did a somersault.

“A perfect ten.” Luke said.

“Woohoo!” she cheered as she jumped to give him a high five. She went to her closet and grabbed her koala Converse Luke’s parents gave her when they all went to Australia for the band’s final leg of tour back in December. “Can I wear these?”

“Of course. Do you need help tying your shoelaces?”

“Yes, but I put them on.” Rory said. She slipped them on and pushed her feet towards Luke. He tied them and nearly fell back when she tackled him to a hug. “Thank you daddy!”

“You are welcome.”

Luke placed her on his shoulders and let her steer them downstairs. He ducked her as they went through the door frame and made sure she didn’t hit her head again. He put her down on her feet and watched her greet the dogs. She scratched Goldie’s tummy and kissed both Noon and Petunia’s heads.

“Wash your hands love.” Luke said when he saw her pull her chair.

“Oh yeah.” She pushed her chair and went to wash her hands. She stood on the stool and washed her hands with Luke. She dried them and went to sit on her activities table to color while she waited for Luke to get started on breaky.

“I’m going to kill Marina.” Aaliyah groaned as she went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. She looked back to a wide eyed Rory.

“Not nice, mumma.” Rory said, dumping her crayon box onto the table.

“I didn’t mean it literally. It’s an expression you say when you get annoyed with someone because they’re making you do something you don’t want to.” She quickly explained. She turned to Luke. “So our yoga class got cancelled, and Marina came up with the genius idea that we go hiking near the house she and Ashton bought near the mountains.”

“That’s not so bad.” Luke said, flipping Rory’s blueberry pancakes.

“She wants us to bring the kids.” She deadpanned.

“But Rory has gymnastics.”

“Now you know why I want to kill her.”

Luke placed the pancakes on a plate for Rory and made a smiley face with more blueberries. He placed her pancakes on the breakfast table and motioned to come eat. He nodded along to whatever else Aaliyah was telling him.

“So it’s settled then.” She said, making him look over to her, confused. She gave him a look before she explained, “I’ll go run a few errands and get what we need for the trip while you take Rory to gymnastics. She’s super excited to show you off.”

Luke smirked and proudly looked at Rory. “I mean, I am Luke Hemmings, the father of the Aurora Marie Hemmings-Douglass after all.”

***

“Daddy, lights.” Rory pointed at their green vintage Porsche with the headlights still on.

Luke turned back and adjusted Rory’s bag over his shoulder. “They’ll turn off in a bit. C’mon we’re already late.” He said, tugging her down to the street.

Once inside the gym, Rory pulled off her Converse and chucked them at Luke. She quickly snuck into the middle of the line and followed the warmups.

The second he sat down at one of the empty tables, he got swarmed by a group of teenage girls, all giddy that he was at their gym. He took a few selfies with them until their trainers called them back from their break. They all giggled and bid him goodbye.

Once the last gymnast left, Luke focused on Rory. She was the best in her class. She followed every direction and watched the other kids. She would gather their mistakes and make mental notes not to do them. A trait she got from Aaliyah.

If Ryan Tedder hadn't sat next to Aaliyah, who was taking notes of if her classmates' mistakes and improving her work, at the UC Berkeley showcase, Rory wouldn't exist.

A few hours had gone by, Luke began reflecting. He leaned back and crossed his arms. It was the first time in a while that he felt like a dad. On top of their own world tour they did the year before, in the past few weeks, the band had been traveling all over the UK and Europe opening for Halsey's tour. So Luke hadn't had much time to spend with Rory. The last he had seen her was when she and Aaliyah visited him in Amsterdam to celebrate Rory's birthday. Now seeing her almost a head taller and with a more broader vocabulary, made him realize all that he's missed.

His heart warmed watching Rory high five a blonde girl with soft blue eyes before she went up.

"She's great, ain't she?" A woman with a heavy East Coast accent said, approaching him. She had large ginger-red hair and held a large bedazzled Starbucks cup.

"Best in class if I say so myself." Luke said politely.

"No offense, but the best in the class is the charity case in the green leotard." Rory was only one in green. "Poor thing was lucky that this place takes students based on talent and not if their single mom can afford it. It's funny that they both say that the dad—"

"Go Rory!" Luke cheered as Rory did a perfect cartwheels across the floor.

He clapped loudly and whistled. Rory high fived the trainer and went up to him as the trainers announced the end of training.

"Daddy, did you see me?" Rory asked him, climbing onto his lap.

Luke nodded and smiled. "I did. Perfect as always, love." he handed her water bottle.

The woman had walked away and went to a group of moms. Luke had noticed them when they arrived, but didn't pay much attention to them. But now that he eyed them, he saw them for what they were: vultures. He felt angry and annoyed with them.

"Are you ready?" Luke asked Rory.

"Yes." She said.

He grabbed her things and let her lead them out of the gym. She swung their hands together as they made their way to the car. Luke placed her things in the back next to her and helped her buckle up in her car seat. He rounded back to the driver's seat and started the car. Only for it to not to start. The car struggled a bit and gave out.

Luke cursed, remembering that it was probably the car lights he left on. He called Aaliyah to help him recharge his car. While they waited for her, he handed Rory his phone and played her a movie. A few moms had come up to them and offered to recharge his car, among other things. He declined them, with Rory assuring them that her mumma was coming.

Aaliyah pulled next to them a good fifteen minutes later. Luke pulled her into a hug and thanked her after she teased him once again for forgetting to turn off his lights. Rory got out of the car and hugged her. She went on explaining to her all the new stuff she learned and how happy she was that Luke took her.

"Daddy, can I go with mumma?" Rory asked once Luke's car was starting again.

"Sure,” He nodded. “ I'll race you two home." He challenged Aaliyah.

She shook her head. They both knew Aaliyah is the better driver between the two. "It's on."

***

By the time they arrived at Ashton and Marina’s house it was around bed time for the kids. Around one in the morning Rory snuck into Luke and Aaliyah’s room because Max and Ethan were having a farting competition. Resulting in Luke and Aaliyah not being able to sleep because she took up half the bed, despite being barely three feet tall. But they were glad she was sleeping. The reason why they showed up at night was because she had a whole moment because they were taking the grey SUV Porsche and not the vintage green one.

“It’s so early Al.” Luke grumbled as he slipped on his boots.

“Oh shush, how many times did we have phone sex in the middle of the night because someone was in Europe and couldn’t wait a few hours.” Aaliyah sassed him as they quietly snuck outside.

Luke jogged to the car and removed Rory’s car seat, placing it in the trunk. Aaaliyah climbed inside and pushed him down on the seat. They devoured each other, not sure where to get started.

Aaliyah got off his lap and sat next to Luke, pulling off her pajamas. She threw them haphazardly around the car. Luke already settled in the middle seat shirtless and with his pants and boxers around his ankles as his cock stood proudly. While Aaliyah fixed her hair, he searched inside the center console, grabbing a box of condoms.

“What’s with the condoms?” She asked as he skillfully rolled it on him. “We haven’t used one in years. Why do we need one now? We literally have a child sleeping upstairs”

“Aaliyah,” Luke groaned at her in frustration.

“I’m not going to get into it right now because it’s early, but after breakfast we’re going to have a serious talk.”

Aaliyah stood on her knees over Luke’s cock and reached down for it as she ran her arousal on it. Luke grabbed her hips and guided her down his cock. Both let out a satisfied moan. Aaliyah grabbed the headrest and slowly rode him. Once she got used to him, Luke met her thrusts. They were urgent yet passionate. Aaliyah was a moaning mess for him.

Luke watched her dainty Cartier necklace bounce on her chest. He pulled her lips back to his. They moaned into each other. Aaliyah rode him with more urgency, but he pulled out of her.

Aaliyah couldn’t process anything because next thing she knew, Luke laid her on the car seat. He planted one of his knees on the seat and wrapped her legs around his torso. Aaliyah’s whimpers filled the room as he thrusted back into her. One of her hands gripped his bicep while the other traveled down to her clit.

While she rubbed herself, she panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck—can you hold it? I’m almost there.”

Aaliyah nodded.

Luke slowed his thrusts. They were deeper and more precise, he took her as if he was making love to her. Aaliyah pulled his mouth to hers. This kiss itself was also slow and soft.

Aaliyah closed her eyes, she was close. “Eyes on me Aaliyah” he said. She opened her eyes and met Luke’s full of love and admiration.

With one swift movement both came undone, moaning each other’s names.

After another heated makeout session they got dressed. They quietly giggled to each other, surprised that Ashton wasn’t up yet doing yoga by the picnic table. They closed the front door and found the kids running around.

“My daddy says that there’s supposed to be ten numbers on a phone 9-1-1 has three.” Nico argued with Ethan.

“Nico, I’m six almost seven, trust me.” He said.

“Why are we calling 911?” Luke asked them.

“Rory is missing.” Max and Gemma, Michael and Fiona’s daughter said at the same time.

Nico and Ethan shushed them. Nico fixed her rainbow pajama leggings and said. “As Gemma and Max said, Rory is missing. When we woke up she was— “

“It’s Gemma like gem not with an H sound.” Ethan interjected.

“Well I’m Mexican and Mexicans say it with an H.”

“This isn’t Mexico, Nicolasa.”

Aaliyah got in between Nico and Ethan before their argument woke up the other parents. “Okay! Let’s bring it back to Rory. What do you mean she’s missing?” She motioned to her and Luke. “We went for a quick...walk and left her sleeping in our room.”

“Oh.” the four kids said in unison.

“Can we have breaky?” Max asked, making his way to the kitchen.

“Mumma, I want breaky too.” Rory mumbled, rubbing her eye.

All the kids ran and hugged her. “Rory!”

“Where were you?” Nico asked like a worried mother, who’s kid accidentally napped when they were supposed to be paying attention to the route thus making them miss their stop.

Rory shrugged. “Sleeping.”

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embarrassing things about them | pt. iv

nekoma

genre/warnings: basically you should stop reading if you don’t want to see me slander your faves. crack!1! & like minimal fluff

kuroo tetsurō

genuinely believes he’s a really good singer but he’s really not

you went to a karaoke bar for your third date since you both loved singing

also karaoke bars are conveniently dim so 😳

he queued his song, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth. you were speechless

he sounded like ice jj fish if you were wondering

“kuroo... what the fuck”

“i know, i’m pretty good right?” “uhm no-”

kai nobuyuki

a guy who pays attention to his health

but a worrywart over small things

his search history is all stuff like “sharp pain in my right side what does this mean” “left foot numb in the middle of the night” “saw a tiny dark spot in corner of my vision am i going to be okay”

tummy hurts a bit too much for a bit too long

he just ends up scaring himself because he always ends up on those sketchy medical sites that tell him he has cancer or some kind of horrible illness

please reassure him 🥺

yaku morisuke

he was 14, felt fresh asf coming home bc! this boy! was single no more! nice!

but he didn’t know how to kiss and he really wanted to impress them

you bet he practiced kissing on his arm

alone in his room ofc. well, until his dad barged in

“hey son, could you-”

he whipped around and shamefully removed his lips from his forearm

his dad?? just?? quietly closed the door?

yamamoto taketora

he’s definitely a fanboy for those girl idol groups (like tōdō from jjk)

he somehow acquired a life sized cardboard cutout of his fave

he keeps her hidden away in his closet bc there’s no way he can leave her out in the open

it gave his mom a FRIGHT when she went in to clean his room omgomgomg

i feel like it warranted a family meeting 💀

kozume kenma

i hc that he probably gets his hair done at a salon (sksj omg can you imagine his cute lil butt sitting in the chair w the cape around him)

anyways his regular guy was on vacation and he desperately needed an appointment

so he decided to pick up a box of hair dye and tried to diy bad decision very bad

he didn’t really know what brand was good or what shade so he just randomly got the first blond colour from a really sus brand but he didn’t know that 😭

listen. he accidentally dyed his hair NEON YELLOW.

highlighter lookin’ ass

he didn’t know wtf to do next and school was hell the next day bc no hats allowed

fukunaga shōhei

so you know how he says little jokes to himself and laughs??

his classmates were like “oi fukunaga, how come you’re always laughing, what’s so funny?”

and shō was real excited to tell his jokes

NO ONE LAUGHED. NOT ONE SOUL. IT WAS AWKWARD. 😐

the only one rolling on the ground in tears was himself

(this is kinda sad i need to compensate bc i lob him)

but years down the line, you ended up sharing his weird humour so he knew you were the one <3

inuoka sō

he’s always hyper and cheerful and loves to help people out!!

so when he was walking in the streets and saw a girl with her hands full drop something, he had to go in there!

he went in there. quite literally. her skirt i mean.

when he crouched down to pick up what she dropped, his head caught onto the hem of her skirt and when he lifted his head back up......

it was an honest mistake!! baby boy would never!! really tragic how it happened really omg please he’s not a pervert please don’t call the cops he’s already so embarrassed

haiba lev

so we all know he’s really tall

and if you’ve ever been to japan, well, it’s not the friendliest place for lanky bean poles like him

especially doorways of trains/subways. doorways in general

bumps his head in front of people so much

sometimes really hard too how does he not get concussions???

sometimes gets a big bump on his forehead before he even arrives at school

is that why he’s such a dumb dumb?

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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 8 (part 1)

“ I hate myself, so much, so intensely, so completely, I wish I just go away, disappear for good, & yet in the end, I always protect myself, instead of taking responsibility, I run away every damn time, like now, I’m too scared to even look at your face”. The real kyo under the layers of trauma.

This quotation is why this ep is not abt romance. Instead it is abt: Extreme self-loath, faulty coping mechanism, self-awareness & inability to make correct decisions due to suicidal thoughts & non-existent self-worth.

This is a guy who’s literally seen death TWICE at the age of 4 & 15 (his mom & kyoko), is trying to avoid the THIRD (tohru’s) & is questioning why the FOURTH isnt happening (his own death).

-The layers of a broken self: Excellent writing:

I applaud the writer for choosing fitting methods to portray her characters’ own trauma. Yuki “ prince” mask & tohru’s “i’m okay” mask were fitting to hide their trauma & uncover the real personalities. However, since kyo would be the character to hide secrets & carry guilt, the viewers need to feel he’s hiding sth w/o knowing what it is. It was done cleverly to (a) tie the plot together, (b) build kyo’s character, (c) fit the climax, (d) suit his trauma of severe guilt & self-loath. Some of the things he does can fit two genuine layers: Both layers are true:

His initial refusal to open up to tohru in early se01. (Surface layer): he doesn't know how to interact with ppl who accept him as he confessed to shigure, (Deeper layer): he avoided tohru cuz he knew her!

He initially refused to join leisure activities & trips: hot spring & kyoto trip (Surface layer): he didn’t want to go with yuki (Deeper layer) he didnt want to spend time with tohru as he was unconsciously feeling that he’s stealing from her.

It killed him to see her true lonely self behind her fake mask & approached her with advice. se1, ep5 (grandpa house), se1, ep23 (sick tohru), se2, ep 8 (hiro’s remarks) & other instances. (Surface layer): he was noticing her issues, & genuinely wanted to help her cuz he’s kind (Deeper layer) he was falling in love w/her & unconsciously wanted her to be happy with HIM.

There were times when there was ONE layer, such as: kyoko’s 1st grave visit. He was so off, rigid, unresponsive, & completely shut down. Everybody read him. Yuki, tohru, Arisa & hana. they just don’t know why he behaving like that. his trauma manifested itself deeply that he apologized to tohru in her sleep cuz he was “ too scared to even look at your face”.

- Kyo’s trauma takes physical shape: (Clutching his heart: PAIN, clutching his stomach : DISGUST) :

While confessing to tohru, kyo’s features spoke volumes. You can see disrepair, guilt, broken soul, sadness & surrender. His body reflected his emotions:

wide eyes (disbelief), Cat eyes (utter fear)

trembling body (overwhelmed with toxic emotions)

clutching his fists (anger at self) , opening fists (surrender to darkness)

hand covering face (shame), Hand around neck as he finished confessing abt kyoko & yuki (desire for death: the final judgement)

The most focused physical appearance was his fist clutching his heart: he was in so much pain as he narrated how he loved kyoko & found a friend in her, desired to make her happy, to find tohru for her, how his his mom withered away out of fear of him & how pitiful & sad he felt towards tohru for loving someone like him. It broke his heart to see them all suffer after knowing him. All the love he felt for them squeezed his heart tight, he wanted to pull it & rip it away. Above all, he was sad to loose them all. Sad he can’t be wit them.

Then he clutched his stomach: representing the pure disgust he felt at himself. As he realized that there is no escape from being responsible for their death, as he admitted he illogically blamed yuki, his disgust with himself boiled in his stomach. What kind of disgusting horrible person does that? blame someone illogically? I’m horrible, hateful & utterly undeserving to be forgiven. Being disgusted with one’s own self! oof! it was so well-done with animation!

-Tying Mature Themes with Child Trauma:

Through kyo’s story, there were different mature themes that excellently dictate his behavior, mentality & emotional well-being: Excellent writing!

(1) The desperate need for self-worth: To be good for once!

by constantly destroying his self-worth thro contempt (the sohmas), rejection (his mom), hate (his father), pity (kazuma/ kagura, initially), kyo searched for an outlet to be a worthy human. Someone who deserves to be loved for who he is. He found that in kyoko. It is brilliant that kyo didn’t look for a mom in kyoko. He called her “ old hag”, she told him unflattering facts abt herself “ neglecting her daughter”. she was his first real friend. He found comfort being with her. He wanted to return the intimate feeling he felt deep down, kyo is so hung up on giving as much as taking as it contradicts the notion of pity. The opportunity came! Helping her find her daughter! being someone who does good! Return the daughter & feel worthy of being a true friend, a man (aka a person). “ i’ll help her, I’ll protect her for sure! it’s a man’s promise” The promise in its core is abt kyo wanting to be a person. Not a monster, or a cat. A true real boy. Away from all the toxic past emotions. Being a man: means being a big boy (person) with good achievements! All this shattered when a better boy beats him to it. The boy who was always praised, loved & respected! kyo’s self-worth diminished greatly & all the toxic emotions came back!

(2) The downfall of faulty coping mechanism: Creating a Bad Guy:

I stated before that one of my fave scenes of kyo was in se02, ep23 when kyo lashed out at yuki on the stairs upon seeing the hat & how yuki felt nothing but pity towards kyo as he was stuck in the past while yuki moved on. Brilliant scene that explains why one moved on & the other didn;t. Yuki’s faulty coping mechanism was being withdrawn & shutting himself. This coping mechanism didnt make him feel better at all!!! Also, he doesn’t have regrets nor sins, he dealt with his faulty coping mechanism with tohru’s help & the school council & healed gradually. Forever loving the writer for writing the distinction between kyo & yuki logically without painting any as monster in reality. Kyo couldn’t do as yuki for the following reasons: ( remember the old theme of everybody heals on their own pace? love it )

(a) He was addicted to shifting the blame as it made him feel better abt himself!! he shifted his thoughts from “ I wanna go away for good” “ mom, why didn’t you kill me instead” to “ it’s not my fault at all, it’s yuki” No match between the two feelings! one leads to suicide, the other leads to feeling like a mere victim. The two feelings are wrong tho & He knows that! he isn’t ready to stop the drug. He can’t face himself. “ the bad guy, if he isn’t as awful as you think, who you’re left to blame”.

(b) nothing around him can make him feel better. Tohru? but she’s kyoko’s daughter! she’s a lonely orphan, carrying her mommy’s pic taking to it! why? cuz you didn't save her! Loving tohru? is good & I wish we can run away far & be together always! wake up! why would she wanna be with a disgusting monster like you?!! You dont deserve her! you who caused his mom to die, caused her mom to die, blamed an innocent guy! Yuki? yeah, look at yuki, you can never be like him, watch as his true kindness gets noticed by tohru, the school & everybody!! he’s everything you cant be!! he should be with tohru! not you!! Master kazuma? poor guy! you brought him nothing but misery! you see his sad smile, don’t you? he’s disappoint in you. Kagura? she pities you!

(b) Kyo can’t fix his mistakes. kyo watched as yuki got back with his brother, befriended haru again, goes back to the sohma estate for the holidays. he feels he cant have similar reweds as he cant bring the things he needed. his mom, kyoko, his bio dad’s affection, kazuma’s pride in him, tohru’s love & his own satisfaction at himself. kyo just hates kyo “so much, so intensely, so completely”

(c) his fault coping mechanism mirrors his dad’s. Kids pick up toxic habits from parents all the time. Even his suicidal thoughts mirrors his mom’s! brilliant writing!

3- running away from responsibilities: perfectly constructed theme!

Who didn’t? I’m guilty! ugh! one of the best themes in furuba hands down! Any other writer would have made kyo do it once, or twice & have him face it in climax & then deal with it. but NOT takaya-san! She excellently took her time with kyo repeating this exact mistakes over & over to better portray the theme & take it out from the boundaries of story-telling to realistic depiction & logical gradual progression:

kyo ran away from being accused of killing his mom (he’s completely innocent & isn’t responsible for his birth’s deformity/curse nor his mom’s suicide)

kyo ran away from accepting kyoko’s words that yuki isnt bad & most importantly that kyo is good. He had found relief in blaming yuki, now you wanna tell me I should look into myself? I’m bad! i dont wanna look. your words are weird “ no bad or good” Everybody says otherwise, the sohmas, dad & mom! kyo angrily ran away (completely guilty but excused as child would be).

kyo ran away from facing kyoko’s body & wanted to punish himself with death. Depression took over him as “ master tried to get me to keep living”. (completely guilty in his own eyes, if only he tried to safe her, even if he transformed, Even if she still died regardless!!! he hates himself for choosing the disgusting kyo over the kind kyoko)

kyo ran away from telling tohru the truth upon seeing her, pretended not to know her, slowly dying each time she smiles, slowly falling in love & wishing for a chance with her, a chance he believes doesn't deserve.

Kyo ran away in se01, ep14 when remembering the accident as shigure triggered him. Tohru consoled him & he lost the chance to come clean.

kyo is running away now. Unable to face her “ too scared to even look at your face”. “ I cant forgive me! I dont want you to fogive me either”

So, after running away the first time, kyo should’ve learned better, right? now in the climax, he shouldn’t have run away? Yes, he should. cuz simply, he isnt ready. We dont learn from our mistakes cuz someone told us. we learn when we fix the core issue. A guy who thinks he deserves a chance in life would stand tall, confess his sins, argues, talks, tells the story unbiased, then waits for verdict. kyo thinks he doesn’t deserve to be alive, thus, tells the story with server bias towards judging himself as unworthy. HE decided the verdict & didnt wait for tohru: “ I cant forgive ME! I dont want you to forgive me either” That’s why toru’s words fall flat. “ why cant you see the truth: I love you” he can’t tohru!! cuz right now it is NOT abt love. It is abt trauma!

4- Sever guilt & desire for disappearance (death):

As adults our mistakes loom over us & we’re constantly reminded of the “ what if I had acted differently”. This ties with kyo witnessing his mom’s horrible death at 4 years old. Death in itself is scary. A loved ones death is devastating. Watching it unfold in shocking unprepared way is destructive. kyo was destroyed. Not enough: he gotta carry the guilt as his dad & the sohma hammer the accusations. He gets another chance & loves another person. Only to watch the blood splash reach his shoes. “Guilty” whispers the past. “Guilty” confirms the present. He stands in front of the most precious person to him. Now what? If tohru forgives you, the pain goes away???? You wouldn’t repeat the ultimate mistake of killing her, would you? you ominous creature. Her mom warned you. The nightmare stands hovering over kyo’s head, waiting to come true. IT WILL COME TRUE!!! OMG!!!

if Akito does it. It wouldn’t be kyo’s fault, right? If the car hit kyoko, it’s not my fault, right? if my mom did it herself, it wouldn’t be my fault, right?

But if only kyo didnt ran away, tohru would be alive. If only I pulled kyoko, she wouldn’t have died. If only I wasn’t born, mom wouldn't have killed herself.

The “ if only “ that killed kyo’s mom as she lamented “ if only I gave birth to the rat” will eventually destroy kyo! ugh!!! AMAZING WRITING!!!

5- The Right Time to Heal (self-desire or outside help?):

When yuki was trapped in Akito’s room, haru visited to help. did yuki accept it? NO. yuki didnt even remember much of it. Why? cuz it wasn’t the right time & yuki was too deep into darkness to notice, to accept & to change. It wasnt until he was out, in co-ed school, rebelling against akito, when tohru came, he accepted her, then it lead him to accept School Council & haru. Tohru had Arisa & hana, but never went to them in her darkest moment, hiding she was living in a tent, they were hurt & confronted her, still she kept hiding her fears, sadness & darkest thoughts, interfering in Arisa’s life to provide help, but never allowing them to interfere, until kyo came & broke her mask, she started to complain, talk, show true emotions & want things! She opened up to Isuzu, too. Arisa & hana weren’t the right ppl at the right time for tohru to heal. Kyo had kazuma to teach him better, kyoko to make him notice his mistakes, tohru to love him unconditionally, the right ppl, but all that was in the wrong time cuz he’s in his darkest moment now like yuki was, unable to see or accept. Healing requires self-desire & outside help, but it gotta be in the right moment, when you can see beyond the abyss & into the faint light of dawn. That’s when words will reach the heart. Kyo need to fall so hard, in order to stand up again. Today, he unloaded his burden, threw up the disgust he felt towards himself, spewed all the hate against the real bad guy: himself! Kyo is kyo’s bad guy, has always been. He needs to let go of hating himself & accept the kind gentle kyo that kyoko & tohru saw ~

Side Notes:

This ep is why furuba wins & deserves 20 years of recognition among manga-readers! this story is real! it is NO sweet fairy tale of two lovers. It is abt one’s self & desire to live. All of them struggle with this particular desire: kyo, tohru, yuki & the rest.

kid kyo was looking for young tohru all night! T_T

this ep of kyo confessing/ narrating his past , reminded me of yuki’s 3 eps of him confessing/ narrating his past!!! ugh! I wish tohru had that! ahhhh.

The 4 months in the mountains weren’t training!!!!! they were depression & suicidal thoughts! ouch!!

Perspectives are what dictate our feelings: Through yuki’s eyes, kyo was so happy with a loving father, friends around him & a house outside the sohmas. Thus, yuki envied him & wished to die not knowing kyo was living in trauma & feeling utter contempt & self-loath. Through kyo’s eyes, yuki was so happy with a living loving family, friends around him & a house with respect. Thus, kyo envied him & wished to die Not knowing that yuki was suffering abuse & neglect!

I love the pacing of this ep!!! It gives room to feel pain & understand the situation!!! I didn’t feel the headache of the bullet train!! THANK GOD!!! SO SATISFIED!!! I was invested all the time!

kyoko’s “ I’ll never forgive you” really destroyed kyo & went beyond it to destroy her own daughter! AAAAAAHHHH ~ T_T

I have some issues with the “ I forgot” part. It makes no sense that they make him forget the accident only to do the cheap cliff hanger in ep 6, then lazily weave it into his confession to tohru in ep. 8. He always remembered the accident. Apologized to tohru in her sleep in se01. ep14 for that exact accident, Then in se02, ep 9. It was ALWAYS in his mind! ALWAYS. Sorry Mr. Director. very lame try. lol.

The only thing I didn’t like is the music! very weird choices throughout the ep! especially at the end. Why a happy music over kyo’s “ I’m disappointed in you? lol!! its sad & tragic?! weird!!!!

I will talk abt Tohru will be in part 2. (her choice, kyo’s answer to her & the need to let go of her mom, the sohmas & of... kyo.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #GREAT EPISODE #satisfied paper #final season #Part 1

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mocacheezy · 3 years

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Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

#moca watches #transformers #transformers bayverse #moca screeches #Yes the cutlery divider is due to the Decepticons looking like they do. It amuses me greatly.

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melissa-kenobi · 3 years

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Hii!! I hope your doing fine at uni!!

Wanted to know if you would make a little something for Rex and/or Kiri (gosh I miss him) having a big crush on you and then catching you gasping his name while you’re sleeping? Or maybe something where reader has a kid/sibling/cousin and he takes care of the kid and it warms your heart so much 😫💕 I now want them all to be space dads oh my

Aaaand, now that I’m watching the bad batch and getting to see more of the characters, I really think I ship you with Hunter! He would make little things for you that at first you wouldn’t even notice, like knowing that you’re tired silently screaming at wrecker not to make noise because you need rest, or stopping by a planet he knows you will love, opening doors for you, buying something you like and just leaving it somewhere in the shop for you to find. And one time, when he’s done one of those things you just catch his smile while he’s looking at you, and the way he just nods at you and leaves, with that smile that you don’t see often still on his lips, leaves you gasping for air. Then you start noticing them, and you search for him anytime you think he did something, and he’s always looking at you lovingly. But he won’t talk to you more than necessary, you weren’t sure of what was happening. But you start doing things for him too. Always from a distance, and always looking at each other. Until one day after a hard day he’s just working and going over plans, he’s stiff and tired and you go behind him and without thinking, start massaging his shoulders, neck and back. At first he goes to grab your hand, afraid of your touch, but you assure him that it’s okay and with a sound coming deep from his chest he closes his eyes and lets you touch him. Maybe you keep massaging his shoulders from time to time. And he craves it, needs your touch to relax. He always thanks you afterwards. And maybe, one of those times he can’t get enough and he grabs your waist, sliding your body between his legs while he’s sitting, your hands on his shoulders, your face hot while you try to keep your fingers working on his muscles. Maybe then he would put his mouth on your collarbone and leave a damp spot on your tunic. Needing more of you.

And what happened next is up to you 👀 It might have gotten out of hand, but I think he would be so sweet with you and would definetly like to hold your hand whenever you’re close to him and care soooo much about you and your well-being

Love you, and have a nice day 💕

Heyyy Emmeee 💕💕 yess I am doing okay at uni, only only like a week or two left, then we are done!!!

Omg Hunter 🥺🥺 emme that was like a fully fledged fic, I love it sm, hunter is bae, honestly I love that man, he definitely up there with Din as my faves. AND THAT ENDING asfgahsjshsj, 🥵🥵 - y-you've got my imagination spiralling, need.... to .... write.... a.... hunter... fic.... 🥵😭

& ohmygosh Kiri, I promise I haven't forgotten him or my boys!! So I did like a lil thing for both coz I couldn't choose between both my babies (I'm indecisive okay?).

Love you Emme xx

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Sleep Talking

Commander Kiri (265th) x Reader

It was a simple mission, in and out, gather the Intel and leave. Hopper was supposed to take the aircraft and pick the two of up after it was finished. Honestly one of the easiest missions ever.

But no.

Nothing was ever that easy with the 265th.

So here the two of you were, stuck in kriffing cave, no clue where in the galaxy you were. But you knew one thing, you had Kiri with you and if he was with you, you knew you were going to be just fine.

Although Kiri was anxious being together with his General for a prolonged period of time. His feelings for her were too strong, although his brothers all knew, they had promised to keep quite. At least till he figures out what to do, and how to tell you.

"General, I'll take first watch, you can get some rest."

You let out a deep sigh. Your commander was an absolute pain in the arse, one that would rival even Skywalker. He was stubborn and loyal and pretty and maker he looked ever so soft with his helmet off. How you wanted to run your hands through his hair as you tugged on his braid, making his mouth open in pleasure as you su-

Kriff! What in karking hell were you thinking? You blinked rapidly as to help regain your thoughts, but the images of Kiri moaning only flooded your mind.

"Kriff..." You muttered, completely ignoring your commanders words.

"Y/N?"

Fuck he said your name. Kriff, no- stop imaging things, not the way he would sound moaning your name in contempt.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He placed a hand on your thigh, the warmth spreading through your body like a fire, causing you to jolt at his sudden touch, making Kiri huddle even closer to you. Kiri pulled a glove off, placing a hand on your forehead, feeling it burn him to the skin.

"Kriff, Y/N! You're burning!" Kiri quickly acted, grabbing a wet cloth and placed it on your forehead, your eyes wide at his naked hand. His beautiful tanned skin was on show and all you wanted to do was to hold his hand, amongst other things, but mainly to touch him.

"Okay, lie down. I'm gonna take care of you."

"Mmh... okay."

You lay down, head in Kiri's lap as you closed your eyes, your hands unconsciously grabbing his as you clutched it in your grip, ultimately hugging his entire arm as you fell asleep.

"Cyar'ika..." Kiri rumbled, his voice deep as he let you hug his hand, he pulled off the glove of the other one before using it to sweep some hair away from your face.

He adjusted himself on the floor, laying sideways as he let you cuddle yourself into his body, your hands still holding onto his as you slept. Maker knows how long the two of you would be here for. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as the two of you slept.

"Sweet dreams mesh'la..." Kiri whispered as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

***

"Kiri... I-i please..."

Kiri woke up instantly, his eyes immediately landing on you beside him, still in the same position as before, although you had his hand dragged down to another spot. His eyes widened in surprise as he realised you weren't in danger but- you were aroused.

You let out a small moan, your bottom sliding backwards against his codpiece, making Kiri gasp, his free hand holding your waist as you grinded against him.

"Fuck, Kiri- please..."

Kiri's eyes widened in shock as you moaned his name, your voice getting louder. He was certain you were asleep, but your body certainly wasn't. He growled in annoyance, kriff, he wanted you so badly, but he didn't know if you reciprocated his feelings.

He had to wake you.

"Mesh'la- Y/N... wake up..." He gently shook you, soothing your hair with his hand as he traced a finger down your cheek.

You woke up with a start, your hands clutching at Kiris arm before you realised and pulled away, turning in your spot, Kiri glanced at you. Immediately you knew Kiri was aware of what type of dream you were having.

"Kriff... Kiri, I am so so-"

"Don't aplogise, I-i er... mesh'la, Y/N I have feelings for you, I know-"

You cut him off with a tug towards your body, and a small kiss on his lips before grinning. "I've been waiting for you to confess."

"You have? How did yo-.... was it Jester?"

You let out a little giggle, before kissing him on the nose. "No you bantha head, I've known for a while, you just- you just act differently around me.... and yes Jester did tell me."

"Maker, I was so worried, I didn't know if you felt the same or-"

"Well, the dream I has certainly shows so..."

Kiri smirked, flipping you onto your back. "Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me all about it? I'd love to make it into a reality."

***

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Captain Rex (501st) x Reader

Kark. You were so fucked.

Your sister was dropping off her kid at yours today and Rex was coming round. You hadn't seen your fiancè in so long and you hadn't seen your niece in a while either. Rex had been off world for a couple of rotations so you were missing him dearly.

*knock knock knock*

"Shit.." You muttered, rushing to open the door just as you saw your fiancè in the hallway, waiting for you.

"Rex!" You grinned, jumping into his arms as he dropped his bag and caught you. You placed kisses all over his face as he kicked his bag inside and shut the door.

"Mesh'la, I've missed you so much..." Rex groaned as you kissed his sweet spot, his hands grasping your bottom tightly as he walked in the direction of your bedroom.

*knock knock knock*

Your eyes widen in surprise, almost forgetting your slight dilemma.

"Are you expecting someone else cyar'ika?"

You grimaced, jumping down from Rex's arms and rushing to the door. Your sister stood there, with your niece in her arms as you watched her jump down and into your legs. Your sister hadn't formally met Rex yet, she knew you were engaged.

"Auntie Y/N!!!"

Your sister looked at you in joy as you picked up the child, Rex walking up behind you, a hand on your waist as he peered over your shoulder to look at the child and it's mother as she left.

"Thank you ever so much Y/N! I'll be back tomorrow!! I promise!" Your sister yelled as she dumped the bags in your house, before pulling you into a hug.

"You better behave Daisy."

"Yes mama, I pro- I prowis..." The little girl spoke, eyes wide as she spotted Rex. Her little blue eyes focused on the man stood before her as she waved at him, smiling at his curious expression.

"Thank you my darling sister, I owe you one."

"Yeah you do sis." You rolled your eyes.

She gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek, before whispering in your ear. "He's cute and hot! Plus it'll be good practi-"

"OKAY! Goodbye, I shall see you tomorrow." You quickly pushed her away, waving goodbye as you slammed the door shut.

"Auntie Y/N?"

"Yes honey?"

"Who's that? He's very bwig!" The 3 year old asked, fidgeting in your grasp before you put her down. She waddled over to Rex, tugging on his leg, lifting her hands up to be held.

"I think she wants you to pick her up Rex..." You giggled softly.

His eyes went wide as they looked from the little girl to you then back to Daisy. "I-i erm, I don't- I've never-"

Daisy tugged on his pants "You... you just have to do this...". The two year old mimicked picking up a child as Rex let out a small grin. You rolled your eyes at your nieces antics, she just wanted to be tall, but you couldn't help but tease Rex.

"Yeah Rex, you just gotta pick her up."

Rex stuck his tongue at you before bending down and picking up the child with ease. His large hands covering the entirety of her body as he held her in one arm. Daisy gasped in shock.

"I'm so tall!!" She giggled as she cuddled into Rex's embrace. "Can you- please can you put me on your shwolders?"

"Of course little one!" Rex happily complied, lifting Daisy effortlessly onto his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his head, holding on tight.

"Yay! Look Auntie! I taller than you and-" The little girl stopped when she realised she didn't know the man who was holding her, his name. She looked at you and gestured for you to come closer.

"Auntie, I don't know his name." She whispered, although her whispering was quite loud and she had accidentally tapped Rex on the head when speaking.

"Rex, you can call him Rex."

"Okay! I taller than Uncle Rex and Auntie Y/N!!" The little girl giggled as she directed Rex to the kitchen, Rex gave you a large grin, one that made your heart swell with joy as you watched him interact with your niece.

***

Depsite Rex not ever having any experience with children - he was a natural with Daisy. The two of them had been glued to each other, neither of them leaving each others side. You were pretty sure you weren't Daisy favourite person anymore.

The time had come to put her to bed, but upon looking for her you found her tucked into Rex's side, her little arms hugging Rex as she drooled on his chest. Your heart warmed, the sight was one you wished to keep forever. Grabbing your data pad, you quickly snapped a picture - keeping the memory tucked away.

You slid into the seat next to Rex, softly kissing his forehead as he pulled you into his free arm.

"Honey? I want one of our own." Rex mumbled as he kissed your forehead, tucking yourself into his arms.

"Oh yeah? Let's get this one back to her mom and then we can start on our own."

Even in his sleepy state Rex cuddled you tighter, kissing your lips and mumbling gently "I can't wait."

***

#star wars #commander kiri x reader #commander kiri #captain rex x reader #captain rex x y/n #captain rex x you #captain rex #star wars requests #pinkiemme 💕

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end-this-gay-disaster · 3 years

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I’ve decided to list some warrior cat characters I would sell my soul to punt like a goddamn football💕💖

Appledusk- This mf got off easy in my opinion. Like lay it on him Maple baby, he deserves it😩

Rainflower- This was one narcissistic bitch lemme tell you. Imagine disowning your son because he broke his jaw while YOU weren’t watching him and telling his brother multiple times that he was better than your disowned son right where said son could easily hear you. She asked her leader to rename her disowned child after his disability. She kicked him out of the nest and left him in the nursery alone. She got what was coming to her lmao. Shitty moms get vibe checked on rocks. ANYWAYS. Stan Echomist and Shellheart for ditching her ass🥰

Clear Sky- I’m to lazy to type out all the reasons I dislike him a lot so just read the dawn of the clans arc and you can pick up on it pretty quick.

Hawkfrost- Interesting character I’ll give him that. However, his conduct with Ivypool was not it. And he tried killing Firestar. I’m super gay for his sister though so he goes lower on this list.

Breezepelt- Listen y’all, I know my guy was going through it. I really do. But he assaulted a blind doctor and a pregnant woman. Along with other things.

Onestar- THIS IS SUCH A SHAME CAUSE BEFORE HE BECAME LEADER HE WAS SO SWEET BUT THEN HE GOT INFECTED WITH DUMB BITCH DISEASE SO NOW I HATE HIM. Like he was just a prick. He also caused the whole Darktail fiasco cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants lmao.

Thistleclaw- This mf was a shitty mate to Snowfur, was constantly blaming Bluestar, and somehow managed to groom the clan’s medicine cat when she was young😐he was a sucky dad too wtf and a murderer.

Oakstar- You exiled a mother and her three young kits because their father was the guy who knocked your son in the river. I get that. You could have exiled Mapleshade. That would have been understandable. But the kits? Now that was plain spiteful and you mad wrong for that. He also struck me as a pretentious ‘god-fearing’ kinda guy so either way he was a prick tbh.

ASHFUR- I hate him. Like attempted murder apparently was enough to get him into starclan and even though I haven’t read the new series, he apparently possesses Bramblestar? Yeah no. Although I may be a bit biased since Bramble has always been a fave of mine. You go Hollyleaf! Out here doin God’s work.

Brokenstar- I don’t have time to explain.

Tigerstar- Him neither.

Raggedstar- Nor him.

Foxheart- Her name is a goddamn cat curse. That should tell you enough about her personality. She was also such a fucking pick me like Christ on a stick get a personality.

Dawnpelt- She was the only kit of Tawnypelt’s that was irrelevant throughout the entire series and yet she was always the one with her mouth open. She accused a BLIND DOCTOR, of killing her brother. Like bestie he can’t even see him how is he gonna kill him? He was the only one to jump after him as well. Yeah sorry but if you’re brother is still more relevant to the plot in death than you ever were, I’d pack it up sis cause this ain’t gaining you any more book time.

Sandgorse- Just a genuinely bad dad.

Palebird- She suffered from postpartum depression and I felt so bad for her. However there was just some stuff said and done later in Tallstar’s revenge that really turned me off about her character.

Shrewclaw- This dude was a straight up BULLY. He told Tallstar to go die😐he also caused him to have a long-standing fear of the ground. He also blamed him for his mom’s death btw. I love his brother though so Barkface supremacy💞

Willowshine- I forgot what it was about her that ticked me off cause it’s been a while since I’ve read the books. All I remember is that she did something that made me upset so she’s on here.

MILLIE- After Briarlight’s incident she lowkey forgot she had other children and was constantly fighting Jayfeather over what she thought was best for her even though he’s the DOCTOR. She’s also the reason Blossomfall trained in the dark forest so yeah.

Redwillow- He was so insignificant I almost forgot his name. All I remember is him dying after trying to kill his sister I think? Idk he was fighting this she-cat named Snowbird and got bodied so I thought he deserved to be up here.

Windstar- Yeah I just thought she was rude lol.

Tom- He was a massive bitch to Bumble and Turtletail plus he was the reason Turtletail got hit by that car in the first place. Wasn’t he also abusive?

Needletail- I could never remember who’s side she was on. Like in one chapter she would be chilling with her man and Darktail and Sleekwhisker but then in the next chapter she was telling Violetshine how much she wanted to leave but was scared and how she hated them all and then I thought she was turning against the clans for good but then she died for them sooooo🧍‍♀️just major confusion. She was a really cool character though! I thought she was really interesting and one of the greatest multidimensional characters of the whole series. But was sometimes a jerk to Alderheart so points are docked from that.

Spiderleg- He was a shitty dad who didn’t even pay attention to his kits, and he was rude to Daisy which is unacceptable.

Frecklewish- Let a kit drown. Like an innocent kit.

Ravenwing- Also let a kit drown.

Graywing.- I’m not talking about the original Graywing, he’s baby and I love him. I’m talking about the riverclan medicine cat that let a litter of kits drown because they were windclan😐like they were CHILDREN. Y’all can SWIM. You are a doctor and letting innocent kids die? Not a girlboss moment babe.

Stormtail- Another bad dad and was going after Dappletail even though he already had a mate. Wasn’t Dappletail an apprentice when he was flirting with her as well?

Darktail- I’m super sorry your dad abandoned you before you were born but becoming a totalitarian mass murderer? Just.. no.

Hailstar- Rainflower just walked into his den and asked him to rename her son after his disability and he just.. did it. No questions asked. He renamed a traumatized child CROOKEDKIT because his jaw was broken😐that’s fucked up like cmon. Think of the child’s feelings.

Firestar- This mf had no personality other than ‘I’m gonna be friends with everyone and save the day cause I’m the main character!!’ Yeah. Bland af. He also did a lot of questionable things pertaining Bramblestar so check out my other post on that if you want.

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babiekeiji · 4 years

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Can i request how bebe kenma reacts to finding out his s/o is pregnant a month before they graduate from college and how the high school volleyboys (his fave group of ppl 🥺) react when they find out? 😚 thanks!

(this was actually really difficult to write but hey!! i love the challenge :) enjoy!!)

Kozume Kenma reacting to his pregnant s/o

Kenma doesn’t really get hyped of over little things

I guess your relationship trope with him would be endless ball of chaotic energy and very tired “regretably, that is the love of my life” man

You don’t exactly hint at being pregnant so fast because, well, you’re literally about to graduate; there’s only three weeks left until your final semester in college ends

So at this point youre struggling to finish schoolwork ryt, nd youre with a bunch of your friends and theyre talking about how their periods just come at the wrong times, especially now that its end season

And you blink

Now that you think about it—your period’s almost a month late

When you get to your dorms you call Kuroo immediately (because really—would you think Kenma would like to know straight up that youre pregnant)

Also because Kuroo’s part of your lil childhood besties trio

“Bitch i think im pregananant”

“WHAT!!!!!!!!!!”

“Yeah can you drive me to the store i need to buy a pregnancy test...and maybe a vodka”

“Shut the fuck up you are not drinking with a whole lil human inside of you. I’ll pick you up ar 4”

So you buy the shit and follow the procedures

You’re in your dorm, right outside of tje bathroom with Kuroo sitting on the couch, keeping time of the three minutes set to end

His timer goes off, and the pounding in your heart just increases. You and Kuroo look at each other, and you’re ready to cry

“You’ll be okay,” he reassures, “Kenma will love you just the same.”

With that confidence you step into your bathroom with your eyes closed, blindly feeing for the test on your bathroom counter until—

You open your eyes.

Positive.

You just start crying then and there—you don’t know whethwr to be happy or sad

You’re mostly happy because MAN you have a lil mini kenma and you freeloading inside your womb

You laugh at the thought of a mini kenma

“KUROO!!” You call, and he rushes to the bathroom

One look and he understands, and he hugs you right away

“He’ll still love you no matter what,” he says, “I’m sure of it”

“I hope this baby just doesn’t grow to be so attached to games just like their dad”

“I still can’t believe the two of you had sex”

“KUROO??????”

You tell him on that same night

Kenma’s a little distressed at the thought of having to take care of a child

But he’s still very happy, nonetheless

He cried

And then Kuroo cried because he saw Kenma crying

And then you cried because Kenma’s crying and Tetsu’s just bawling and

Yes

Kenma initially said he’d respect your decision of keeping it or not

But when you mentioned that you would because it would be a reason to spend your whole life with him,

He broke down

Not always outward with his emotions but pulls you into a hug this time as he cries

Always making sure you’re doing well everyday

Brings you your weird snacks

Calling you nd bringing you to your doctors appointments

Come the day of graduation your belly’s a lil swollen at this point; maybe not enough to tell that you’re pregnant but enough for people to notice that you’ve “gained weight”

At this point every one of his friends know; lev, kuroo nd yaku being the most supportive of them all

After graduation the five of you would sometimes just laze around on the couch

Kenma loves to sleep with his hand on your stomach

Sometimes when you’re lying on your side he’ll kiss you between your shoulders and hug you real tight

Starts to read pregnancy books

“Do you want our child to be tall?”

“???? I want our child to be happy”

“Kuroo would love to hear that. Of course we want our child to be tall. He has to match Kuroo’s height at least”

Kenma just cant believe it

His own lil family with the person he loves the most, with all his best friends with him all the way

What a dream

#THIS WAS SO BULLSHIT IM SO SORRY #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sports anime #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu writing

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deviltoothed · 2 years

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* getting to know the mun :

NAME : elsa NICKNAME : dad [with my mc friends] FACECLAIM : i used to use kat dennings simply because i ended up with a ton of icons of her from my days playing darcy, but i’ve moved away from that since coming out as trans PRONOUNS : they/he HEIGHT : 5′3.5″ [the half an inch counts when you’re this short] BIRTHDAY : april 25th AESTHETIC : cottagecore grunge? windy days and thick flannel and heavy boots. dirt under nails. the deep, shadowy green of the forest contrasted with the bright grassy green of sun on a meadow. an old pocket knife used to cut an apple. a cool rock. dark beer and bloody steak. a fairy circle you refuse to step into. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO : mixed message - tom cardy FAVORITE MUSE (S) YOU’VE WRITTEN : sabretooth, loki, deadpool, copycat, wolverine, en.deavor, one or two others in obscure fandoms

* getting to know the account :

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE : back in 2018 i was playing wolverine and to be perfectly honest, I hated sabes. like full on hate. holy shit this bastard, what a piece of shit, keep him away from me. It really didn’t help that i wasn’t long out of a friendship where the other person played sabretooth and it really soured my opinion of the character. but, iirc, a friend and I needed him for a villain for a plot we were doing and I was like, yeah alright i’ll npc him. next thing I know, I’m digging through his past, realizing how queer coded he originally was, learning about his childhood, and it was like oh shit i’ve fallen in love with him. so, yeah, i never actually intended to pick up sabretooth. i never even wanted to like him. but he grew on me incredibly quickly. funny thing is, this is almost the exact same way i ended up with a wolverine muse. that friend and i just needed him for an npc and he took root immediately. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE : i genuinely love how terrible victor is. i also love that he has canonically attempted to redeem himself. he genuinely does have the capacity to be a good person, but the problem is that he just chooses not to 9 times out of 10. and that’s interesting to me. that he’s awful not because he’s a victim of fate or his instincts [thought the instincts don’t help and he can lose himself to them and be awful], but that he is actively choosing a path that he knows will hurt other people. i also like that he had moments, even before he was inverted, where he wanted to leave it all behind and ended up throwing himself in even deeper instead. WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING : sabretooth: death hunt, x-men origins: sabretooth, origin II, sabretooth: open season, iron fist: sabretooth - round 2. look i know this wasn’t exactly what the question was asking, but these are the comics that i love the most for victor and what i draw the most inspiration from. i do have a playlist for vic that i listen to for inspo when i’m writing. FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS : i really love hurt/comfort. i am THE BIGGEST sucker for that shit. i also really like thread where he can be awful. fighting and bloody and insulting people, but that requires so much plotting with a partner to even try writing threads like that. it’s easier to do that sort of thing off memes. i also really like threads where i can bring up one of my fave hcs, that vic has a well hidden booby trap in his head left by birdy and all that it needs is to be found and triggered by a telepath for the lingering effects of her glow to hit him and knock him on his ass for a while. BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE : vic is a villain, and there’s always certain struggles that come with playing a villain. thankfully i haven’t really had to deal with anyone poking the bear and getting angry at me about vic’s response since i’ve come back, or not respecting him as the danger he is [i have friends whose muses don’t respect him but that’s a built up relationship and it’s different, i love you guys and do not mean you], but i also struggle with finding a balance with him sometimes. sometimes my anxiety gets the better of me when it’s time to have him treat another muse badly.

TAGGED BY : stole this from @killypool TAGGING : steal it from me but tag me ❤️

#out for blood || ooc #only guilty of a damn good time || dash games #that last muse name is the only one like that cause i don't really want the fandom finding me if i can avoid it lmao

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callaxe · 4 years

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hi im sorry for the long post i've been thinking about kiribaku platonic bromance

my fave headcanon ever is that (dismissing katsu's canon cute ugly ass hyena giggles) is that his genuine laugh is.. so fucking loud and contagious

like. like people who actually go 'AAHAHHHAHAHAH' and it sounds so warm??? DOES THAT MAKE SENSE???

his friends hear him laugh once to some stupid joke and they all end up giggling

so like

he and kiri, best buds, as you do, have their own stupid inside jokes and literally no one gets them even with context

like one day kiri in class goes 'toilet seat so hot with soup' and katsuki crumbles to the ground choking and laughing so hard he starts screaming bc his ribs hurt

kiri's ofc, wheezing along

like they'll be joking around and laughing during lunch, literally out of breath and katsuki's obviously trying to add something but his face is way too red and he keeps giggling like his life depends on it

he manages to get one single word out and kiri nearly dents the table from slapping it too hard and his stomach is cramping from laughing so much

JUST GOOD VIBES YANNO?

and one night when katsuki woke up from a particularly bad nightmare kiri brought him downstairs and played swing dance tutorials on his phone till 4am and they only stopped once they could actually dance correctly

on the days that kirishima feels bad about his hair/his roots, katsuki will steal a flashy leopard print headband from mina or use his hero mask to push his hair back so kiri doesn't feel.. as alone? homeboy's trying, and kiri appreciates it

and he knows that kiri misses his family lots and gets p home sick bc ua doesn't leave much time to visit anyone, so katsuki lets kiri be extra touchy with him and tries his best to initiate it too- walking arnd town and katsuki gets needy so he pulls at kiri's hair until he lets him sit on his shoulders, or when they're just standing in gym class waiting for instructions katsuki will lean an arm against him

he goes with kiri to the store for hair dye and helps him dye it, in the afternoon they'll be sitting in the common room and kiri fell asleep his head on katsuki's lap, who was playing with his hair and making it his personal mission to turn it into the ugliest, most tangled bird's nest ever bc he's still a brat

days where trauma isn't so kind to him, katsuki gets dragged in the middle of the common room or a hallway and kiri forces him to salsa dance together, even if shark boy's kind of carrying (most of) his dead weight, practically half asleep dozing off on his shoulder and kiri wakes him up again by spinning him

okokoakot

take kami and kiri's bro dynamic and apply it to them here

kiri calls everyone bro, its natural but when he n katsuki gets closer, kiri goes "my bro my dearest bro" n "my loveliest of bros... my best bro" and katsuki's "???"

until he just goes with it bc kiri refuses to let up and elaborate

it gets to the point where kiri will be laying on mina's floor whining about how his buddy left him behind, travelling the world by himself

"ei, bakugou's intership isn't even an hour away from here"

"WHAT MATTERS MOST IS THAT MY BRO'S NOT WITH ME RIGHT NOW, MINA"

they reunite, katsuki's not even halfway through the door before kiri tackles him to the ground

just fuckin

glomps him

kiri: MY BRO!!!! OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU

katsuki: hello brother

kiri: ...what happened

katsuki: i am a changed man

OK SO WAIT. GOING BACK TO SALSA DANCING

in common room

the times where katsuki is actually awake and has a brink of energy, he and kiri will fight over who gets to lead the dance

while. dancing

there was no discussion or hint beforehand

so it's just a mess of pulling at each other's arms, knocking their shins into tables and chairs, tripping over each other's feet and crashing to the floor and getting bruised all over because they're dumb

they start singing some festive spanish song sero taught them with the grace and voice of a pair of war grizzled drunkies, cackling and laughing and their voices crack at every verse

second year kiri pulls a stupid stunt and ends up in the hospital bc he like, nearly actually died

katsuki isn't even that worried, he's the one who dared the guy to jump off tokyo tower and try to land in the pool of the hotel beside it (they underestimated the distance, kiri landed in the fucking street)

he's on his phone in the waiting room with mina and kami nervously fidgeting

kami looks at him and goes "do you not feel bad? it's kind of your fault that he jumped in the first place"

katsuki doesn't even look at him, "my main bro's fucking dead, i'm more concerned with finding a replacement right now"

while they wait for kiri to get out of surgery, katsuki writes up an application form for broship and puts it on twitter; sero replies and they "hook up"

when kiri wakes up, mina and kami are fretting over him and sero finally arrived, but he shrugs them off and immediately goes for katsuki's throat

"so what am i, your side bro now?!"

"sorry you had to find out this way" katsuki is leaning back against sero

kiri is heart-broken, "i thought we had a bond, you and i!"

"...i was gonna show up to your funeral?"

"were you not planning ON GOING BEFORE?"

when they get back to the dorms kiri gives him the cold shoulder for a week before he comes back crawling to katsuki

(by then, he and sero "broke up")

but don't be fooled,

this tokyo tower dumbassery somehow brought them even closer

somehow

don't ask

kiri is the first person katsuki says "trans" to

katsuki is the first person kiri says "gay" to

of COURSE they cuddle, once katsuki warms up to him and his over affectionate touchy-feely bullshit, kiri just loves picking up his bro and carrying him anywhere

swaddling him into a blanket burrito and knocking him off the couch

hiding under his arm during a class horror movie night

sharing a bed when katsuki can't handle being alone in his room at night

viciously criticizing and tearing down the atla movie and being pressed together because there's barely any room, playing a game of footsie bc their legs are tangled to hell and back but the game turns dangerous

(also when they learn that katsuki can, in fact, make explosions from his fucking feet, kiri has a nice scar on his calf that oddly looks like half of a foot and 3 toes seared into his flesh)

(yes, he's bitter)

turns out, katsuki can aslo be a soft affectionate touchy-feely bullshitting asshole when he wants to be, but these days it's mostly out of spite

when the squad starts calling him dad (with the exception of kiri), katsuki goes over and pats everyone's heads when he wants to, and also because he enjoys seeing them freak out by the blatant display of affection

he does little things like letting mina and kami cozy up to him during movie nights or when they go out in town during winter, and lets sero peer over his shoulder to look at what he's cooking and rub his head between katsuki's shoulderblades like a damn cat before walking away like nothing happened

katsuki's used to it, the rest of the class is mystified

one day, common room again, bksquad is playing mario kart vs the izucrew, katsuki's sitting on the couch with kiri on the floor between his legs, letting his hair be played with and braided

then he stands up and announces he's going to bed, out of habit (when did this become a habit, the class thinks) katsuki reaches up and drags kiri's face down so he can.. kiss the top of his head? kiri just smiles and calls out a goodnight and leaves as if, nothing happened

mina asks "what was THAT"

katsuki just settles back down, opens his phone and stares her straight in the eyes "homies kiss each other goodnight if they're not a coward"

that's it that's the post i'll be back with more

#kiribaku #can be just taken as /queer/platonic or goofy bros or eventual romance #its ur pick #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakusquad #bakugou katsuki headcanons #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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hoodharlow · 4 years

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Mr. Hood [Teacher!Cal AU]

Chapter 1

AN: so I'm rewriting my teacher!cal fic. Let's hope I make it past one chapter. Lol jk I’m like half way done with Chapter 2. The story is based on #28 from a sentence prompts one of my faves posted a while back. As usal thankyou to my mamas @d-oaks ilysm, D.

Requested?: no lol

Warnings: smut lol

Word Count: 5.4k words

“Did you finish your homework?" Odalis asked her 8 year old daughter, Mina, through the phone. She pulled her leather jacket closer to her. It was mid January; a surprise to many, it’s not always 70 degrees and sunshine in San Diego. It can get cold as fuck, especially when it rains days straight like now .

Odalis was outside some club that her friends, Destiny and Sana, dragged her to on recommendation from their other friends. According to them, she was in desperate need of a night out dancing. Even Mina’s dad, Aubrey, and his boyfriend, Jonathan, agreed.

Aubrey and Odalis have known each other since they were in middle school. Bonding over the fact that they were the only brown kids in a low-key racist Catholic middle school. The night of her quinceañera, her cousin Ghost brought a blunt to the after party. Aubrey and Odalis ended getting stupid high after one hit each. Aubrey had the genius idea to have sex with her to make sure he wasn’t gay.

Turns out that he’s gay, gay.

Thanks to the useless sex education they received in Catholic schools—high schools in general— and their push for celibacy until marriage, neither teenager thought of using protection.

"Yeah, but I don't like multiplication. My teacher’s stupid.” Mina huffed, bringing back Odalis from her thoughts.

"Don’t say shit like that. You know your papi gets mad when we say shit like that," She playfully scolded. “Speaking of, let me talk to one of them.”

"Which one?"

"El que sea."

There was some shuffling on the other end. Odalis could hear Mina tell her dad she wanted to talk to him.

"Dalis, stop calling every hour. You swear like she’s never spent the night with us,” Aubrey said in a frustrated tone once he was on the phone.

“I know, I’m just bored. All we’ve done is drink,” She said softly, playing with the end of her jacket.

“No shit, it’s a club. Stop calling and go get dicked down.” He hung up.

Odalis locked her phone and walked back to the entrance of the club. When Destiny, Sana and her got here, there hadn't been a line like there was right now.

'Sucks to be them,' she thought to herself, and made a beeline to the door.

“Get in line.” Edgar, the bouncer, said. He stretched his arm across the door frame, blocking her.

“Seriously?” She scoffed. She crossed my arms challenging him. She knew all this fucking attitude was because she rejected him when he asked her out for a date a few weeks ago.

“Miss, just listen—”

“Tú no te metas,” she snapped at whoever called behind her. She turned to see who was butting in, only to see an incredibly cute guy. She turned back to Edgar, “Next time you—”

“Look, you’re holding up the line,” Cute guy interjected, again. He had an accent.

“No one’s talking to you. It’s none of your business,” she snapped at him once more.

“Actually it’s everyone’s business since you think you can just cut while the rest of us are waiting to go in.”

“I went in a while ago. I only stepped out to take a call, so back off.” She huffed. “Edgar, stop being dick to me just because I didn’t want to go on a date with you. Let me in y a este güey para que pare de chingar.”

Odalis pushed past the bouncer and went inside. She wove through the people until she got to the table where her friends were. She plopped in her seat and took a long sip of her Cantarito.

Fuck it, she told herself and downed the rest of the drink. She felt the alcohol run through her veins. It would be a lie to say this was the first drink of the night that she chugged shamelessly.

“Jesus!” Sana gasped.

“No!” Destiny whispered in shock.

In their ten year friendship, Sana and Destiny always gave her those reactions whenever she did something questionable or unsafe.

“Edgar,” Odalis said before eating the tamarindo candy that came with the drink. “He wouldn’t let me in, not to mention some pendejo kept butting in.”

“I still can’t believe he’s still mad because you wouldn’t go out with him, pathetic.” Sana said as she took a swing of her Angry Orchard.

“He’s disgusting. I’ve heard him talk about women all the time.” Destiny cringed.

“Let’s dance?” Odalis asked them. They agreed, getting up. They left their coats, claiming the table with their now empty drinks. As they made their way to the dance floor, “Gangsta” by Kehlani played. Destiny and Odalis shared a look as Sana’s face lit up instantly. Her love for Kehlani is beyond what words can describe. Honestly, she could give YG a run for his money. Odalis wrapped her arm around Sana’s shoulder and started to sway with her as she sang.

***

Calum finished his drink and wandered over to the bar. All his friends were coupled up, leaving him to be the spare tire. It had been like that for the past few years ever since he broke off his engagement.

It was mutual. She wanted bigger things in life while Calum was content with his life as is. He liked his job. For once he didn't overthink his life choices and was proud of what he accomplished.

From the corner of his eye he saw someone take the empty stool next to him. It was the woman from a while ago. She set her bag down, claiming the seat. She wasn’t even fully sitting when some guy approached her.

“Mate, let her settle in her seat before you fail to talk her up,” Calum said out loud, gaining her attention. The guy that walked up behind her turned back without saying anything.

She rolled her eyes before adjusting the back of the stool. “I can fend myself thank you very much,” she said as a matter of fact. She leaned forward, looking for a bartender.

“I’m aware.” He smirked as he took the final sip of his beer and looked away.

He felt her eyes on him, taking him in. He wore a white short sleeve button down and black pants. He knew he looked good. It was mainly his arms that caught women's attention. He wasn't sure why, but they always talked about his arms and hands. He turned back to her and she went back to searching for a bartender.

Calum watched her huff as the bartender ignored her when she tried getting their attention. She sat back in defeat. He raised his arm and the bartender quickly dropped their towel and walked over to him.

"I could've gotten the bartender myself," she said,tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Who said I was getting the bartender for you? I need a refill." He said smugly, showing her his empty glass.

Another guy from the other side tried approaching her. "Yo ma, I saw you shaking that—"

She raised her hand, stopping him from continuing. "There's only one person that calls me 'ma', and you don't look like my 8 year old," she deadpanned. At the mention of her daughter, the guy bolted, earning a snort from Calum.

"That was quite some fending you did," he commented sarcastically. Before she could say anything, the bartender came back with his beer. "Thanks, mate," he told the bartender and paid for this drink.

He shamelessly gave her a glance over. His eyes stayed an extra millisecond on her ass before walking away.

***

The bartender turned to Odalis. She struggled to make Destiny’s order and water for Sana and her. She was flustered. She was usually unfazed when someone openly checked her out, occasionally calling them out. With him, she felt something pool at the pit of her stomach, and panties.

The bartender handed her the drinks, and she made her way back to Sana and Destiny.

“What?” she asked them defensively. They both made a face and sipped their drinks. "¿Qué se traman?”

“He was cute.” Sana smirked.

“Who?”

“The cute guy at the bar. You both were eye fucking each other when the other wasn’t looking. Odalis, you even did that hair tuck you do when you’re nervous.” Destiny added.

"Doesn't matter." Odalis shrugged.

She doesn't have time for dating. She owns a bakery. Almost everyday she has to be up at four in the morning to be there at five for prep, so she can open at six to then close at six in the afternoon. She barely spends time with Mina as it is. Her daughter spends most nights with Aubrey, so Odalis is only with her when she picks her up and brings her back to the bakery. Even then she's busy working while Mina is at her table doing homework or coloring.

Sara snapped her fingers in front of Odalis' face. "Stop overthinking it. He’s probably looking for a quick fuck. I’m not saying that you need it, but your dry spell is three years old. Three years without having a man in—”

“I know.” Odalis slumped in her chair.

She sensed someone approach their table. She turned back to look at whoever was behind her.

“It’s me, save your little speech about your child. I only came to drop off your bag." the guy from earlier said. He raised his hands in surrender. "You’re lucky my friends love alcohol and sent me to get them more. I’m Calum by the way.” He set the bag down in front of her.

“I have to use the restroom.” “I’ll go with you.” Sana and Destiny said before bolting.

“You friends always leave like that?” He asked, his eyes following Destiny and Sana before looking back at Odalis.

“They know I can fend for myself,” She said pridefully. She watched him as he sat down next to her.

“Right, your ‘I have a daughter’ excuse.” He lightly shook his head before taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s not an excuse.” She said defensively, “I actually have a daughter.”

“I'm not saying you don’t. I’m just curious why you have the need to bring her up.” He rested one of his arms on the table and the other around the back of his chair.

“Why do you care, Calum?”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, changing the subject.

"Nelly." she said. It was a fake name she gave them, on the rare occasion she was going to leave with them. The only time she gave her actual name, it ended badly. The guy she had slept with somehow found her bakery and showed up there. He caused a scene. Police were involved. Since then she vowed to never give her real name to strangers.

'Where are Sana and Destiny?' she thought to herself. As if the FBI agent in her phone read her thoughts, her phone vibrated. She glanced down. Destiny texted that they’re in the bar. She glanced up to search for them.

“Nelly,” he repeated to himself. He then looked up at her again. “There’s something about you that’s awfully familiar.”

“Oh please, not that line. Last time someone used that one me they said I looked like their future spouse. Be more creative.” Odalis laughed

A waiter set a cantarito in front of her. He pointed back to Sana and Destiny. Odalis met Sana’s eyes and she made an obscene gesture, showing her where she should put Calum. Her mouth. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of having him in her mouth.

“What do you do?” She asked him, changing the subject. She was mainly curious as to why he kept dismissing her when she mentioned that she has a kid.

“I teach at an elementary school,” Calum said.

She choked on her drink. “Bullshit!” Never did she imagine he was going to say teacher.

“On my mum’s future grave.” He crossed his heart. “I started my first teaching job right after winter break. I was in Sydney visiting my family when I got the call. I did all of my lesson plans on my flight back.”

Their conversation centered around him and Odalis didn't mind.

Calum was originally going into law like one of his best friends. When he did volunteer work at a school, he decided to switch to education. He got his teaching degree and his masters work at UC San Diego.

In the fall, he mostly did substitute teaching until he got a job offer at an elementary school because they fired one of their teachers. They never disclosed why she was fired, but one of his students claimed that she was always sick and took her medicine through her nose in front of the class.

Hearing Calum talk about his work made her realize how kind, compassionate, and selfless he was. He loved what he did. He mentioned how one of his students was very opinionated and was not one to let others talk down to her. It reminded Odalis of Mina.

Aubrey and her taught Mina not to be afraid to say what’s in her mind and to always politely defend herself when others made her feel less than what she was. In the first week of school Mina's teacher, Miss Kenedy, called Aubrey and her to talk about her behavior. Turns out she was only defending her friend because one of her peers was being mean to her.

Odalis barely talked the whole time, focused solely on him, as if he was the last man on earth. Hearing him made her drip with desire for him. Maybe Destiny was right. He seemed like someone to take her out of her dry spell.

“Sweetheart, is your daughter’s father still in the picture?” He asked.

“Yeah, but not like how you think.”

“So he wouldn’t mind if I kissed you?”

“He’d be relieved actually.”

Odalis took notice of how close they were. Their chairs were practically on top of each other.

His hand gently caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” He asked cautiously.

Odalis shook her head and smiled shyly at him. Calum pulled her by the back of her neck and gently kissed her lips. Lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his other arm as his lips dominated her. She was practically on his lap now.

She pulled him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. She hated the taste of beer, but on his lips it tasted so delicious.

The both pulled away, out of breath, but ready for their lips to meet again.

“How far do you live from here?” she asked.

“About fifteen minutes walking. Why? You wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” He smirked. On the outside, Calum seemed cool and collected, but he was really freaking out at what she might say.

“If you’re down.” She shrugged.

“Alright. I’m going to tell my friends that I’m leaving. I’ll meet you where your friends are. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

They both got up. Odalis collected Sana and Destiny’s coats and walked over to them.

“I’m going back to his place.” She mumbled to them, handing them their stuff.

Sana and Destiny exchanged knowing smiles and turned back to her.

“Finally, I was about to fall asleep here,” Sana said.

“Share your location when you get to his place, and text us when you get home.” Destiny reminded her.

Odalis looked over to where Calum and his friends were. One of them was whispering something to him. He rolled his eyes and slipped on his jacket. He met her eyes and quickly bid his friends goodbye.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked her when he reached her.

“Yeah.” She tucked some hair back. She reached over to hug her friends.

“Bye, make sure he uses a condom. We don’t want another baby.” Sana said, hugging her. Then she turned to him, pointing her finger accusingly, “We are trusting her with you. I’m a forensic artist with perfect memory. Anything happens, and I can have a BOLO about you.”

“Your friend is going to be in great hands.”

***

According to Calum, his place was only fifteen minutes from the club. What he hadn’t taken into account was how important it was to stop at almost every wall and make out until they couldn’t take it.

When they got to his building, he inserted the code to get them in. Odalis followed him all the way to where the elevator was.

“I rarely do this, but would you mind giving me your number?” He asked her as he pushed his phone out to her.

“Um, actually I do.” She said, quietly. She pushed his phone back to him. “I rarely do this too. Besides, I want to focus on my daughter. Tonight I was only supposed to have girls night, but her dad basically forced me to come out. I’m sorry.”

“So this is going to be a one time thing for us? ” He put back his phone.

“I assumed you also wanted the same.” She confessed.

“Here I thought you found me appealing, but you just wanted me for my cock.” He said in disbelief, but there was a hint of playfulness to his tone.

“Well, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here." She smiled at him. "In another life I would have given you my number. Right now I just have so much to figure out with my daughter. So doing this again is out of the picture.” She rambled, looking down at her heeled boots.

“I guess I have to give you the best sex of your life, so you can reconsider.” He smirked just as the elevator dinged open.

Calum gently pressed his hand onto her back, guiding her into the elevator. She watched him press the 3rd floor from the lobby. He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her. Their lips met once more, reminding them what brought them there in the first place. They got to his floor, and he led them to his apartment. She lightly pushed him against his door and claimed his lips. She let her hand wander down and gently palmed him as he grew harder in her hand.

Calum pulled her hand away, “My neighbor’s a cop, and I’m pretty sure he can arrest us for public indecency if we don’t stop.”

Odalis fake pouted at him, so he gave her a quick peck. He fished out his keys, and quickly opened his door and pulled her in. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on his couch. She did the same and reached down to take off her boots. She rolled up her socks and shoved them in one of her boots. She fished out her phone and sent Sana and Destiny her location.

After shoving her phone in her bag, Calum pressed her against the wall, caging her in as he captured her mouth. His hands slid down and gripped her hips. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down her neck. He lightly nipped and licked her neck as he kissed her until he found her sweet spot.

He struggled a bit as he kissed her because Odalis wore a turtleneck. Had she known she’d end up like this, she wouldn't have worn it.

“Smell so sweet, like berries and sugar, ” he whispered in her ear before kissing her jaw.

“Thanks,” she said breathlessly.

Calum slid one of his hands in her top and pulled down her bra, releasing her breasts. His hand came out and he lightly tugged at her nipples through her top. She let out an inhuman sound, making him snicker.

Odalis wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back to her lips. Her hands played with this curls as they kissed. She loved how soft they felt against her palms as she grabbed his head when he let her take over. Calum pulled her off the wall and pushed her against the couch as he kneeled down in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“This.”

Calum slowly opened her legs and put them over his shoulders. He ran his hands over her thighs before he bunched up her skirt around her hips.

“These are nice.” He commented on my burgundy lace panties, he traced the band and gripped them “Though, I hope you don’t like them too much.”

Odalis was too busy thinking about what she thought he was going to do to me that she almost missed the ripping sound of her panties.

“Hey! I liked those,” she scolded him as he tossed her ripped panties off to the side.

“You should’ve said something, sweetheart.”

He pulled her closer to his face, opening her legs more. She tried closing them.

“No one’s ever done this to me,” she heard herself say.

Calum looked up at her in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

She shook her head.

“Well, I guess I have the privilege to be the first to have a taste.”

Calum watched her squeeze her eyes shut, unsure of what he's going to do.

“Are you okay with me eating you out? Because I don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable,” he said. Relief filled her face when he said that. He got up from where he was kneeling.

“Are you mad?” she asked him quietly.

“Why would I be? Whatever we do, you have to be 1000% on board with. Yeah?” He ran his thumb over her cheek.

Calum left her speechless. She may lack sexual experience, but the handful of times she had sex, no guy has been patient with her. They never took time to make sure this was what she wanted. They all kinda just followed their own agenda.

Nonetheless she wanted this. She wanted him.

Calum let her do what she wanted. Even if he was to be with her just this one night, it was going to go about on her terms.

She gave him a devilish smirk as she unbuckled his belt and slipped her hand in his boxers. She slowly pumped him as he pulled her into a kiss.

Calum let out an incoherent groan as she pulled away from his lips and kissed down his jaw. All while her hand was still inside him. He couldn't handle her hand anymore, so he pulled her hand out of him and put it on his shoulder. He wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her off the couch. He carried her to his room, his lips never leaving mine.

Odalis took in his room. It was simple. Bed in the middle wall with a nightstand on each side. A tv on a tv stand across from his bed. Her eyes landed on a dog bed next to a chest.

"You have a dog?" she asked.

She could’ve sworn she didn’t hear any barking when they got here. It would have come out to see who was with their owner for sure.

Calum smiled thinking about Duke. “Yeah, but he’s at my mate’s. He likes taking him to the dog park, so he can meet women.”

“What kind of dog is he?”

“I’m not sure. I got him a few years back at a shelter. My other friend, Michael, suggested that I get a dog through a shelter. Which worked out perfectly because I wasn’t looking for a puppy. I wanted an older dog that could just hang out while I graded or made lesson plans. He loves going to Petco. It’s his sanctuary. You got any pets?” He asked her.

“Yeah, a brown and white pitbull-lab mix, her name’s Canela. My daughter named her because she reminded her of a cinnamon bun; canela means cinnamon in Spanish. My dad gave her to us for Christmas two years ago. He is a firefighter, and a month before Christmas there was a fire at this dog breeding place. Turns out the place bred dogs for dog fighting. They would breed the dogs and send them down to Tijuana, Tecate and Mexicali where they fought them. My dad found her in some corner under a bunch of ‘undisclosed items’ when they were clearing out the place. She was about 13 weeks old. I love her so much; she’s the best. I joked that it took my dad over 20 years to give me a dog.”

Calun smiled. He saw that she was very nurturing and kind, but there was more to her, which is why he wished this wasn't a one time thing.

“How did we go from about to have sex to talking about our pets?” she asked, bringing him back to reality.

Calum looked down at the tent in his pants, “I mean I don’t seem to have an issue with it. Then again how can I when you’re the view.” He said softly.

Odalis hid her face in his shoulder, embarrassed at the fact that was probably the nth time he made her blush. She took advantage and grabbed his neck and started kissing his jaw, nibbling it lightly. He let out a soft groan when she found his sweet spot once more.

He watched her face when he set her on the bed. She was processing something.

"Is something wrong?" He asked her.

"No just realized how strong you must be. You were able to have a whole ass conversation about our dogs while you held me up. Sure, you had me against the wall. But we talked as if I wasn't in your arms— and I'm rambling again."

"You're cute when you're not being a smartass, sweetheart." He smirked at her. She blushed once more and laid back on the bed.

Before climbing on, Calum slipped off his t-shirt and pants. He laid next to Odalis, waiting for her next move. He watched her sit on the edge of the bed. With her back to him, she slipped off her shirt. She looked over her shoulder to him and gave him a small smile.

Then Odalis got up and unzipped her skirt, throwing it to the pile of clothes and straddled his lap. Without leaving his eyes, she unclasped her bra. Calum cursed under his breath.

“Such a beautiful sight.” He whispered.

He let her push him down on the bed. Her hands delicately ran over his body like she was making sure he was real. He gave her hips a gentle squeeze before he slid his hands up to her breasts. His thumbs delicately run over her pert nipples as she melted into his hands. One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over.

Odalis leaned down and kissed him. She sighed against his lips; she could never get tired of how his lips felt against hers. She pulled away and gasped as he pulled his middle and ring fingers out of her. She wasn't sure when they slid in her, but she wasn't complaining. She stared at him in awe as he quickly slipped them into his mouth and slowly licked them clean.

“Sorry,” He grinned shamelessly, slipping them back in her, “I wanted a quick taste.”

Odalis rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss him. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they rode Calum’s fingers. In a matter of minutes she was close.

“Cal-”

“I know, sweetheart.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh-Calum.” She moaned out.

Calum felt her body come undone. Her nails tightly dug into his chest as Odalis moaned out his name.

She had never come with that kind of intensity. The many times she's gotten herself off, she'd never felt so satisfied. If he can do that with just his fingers, she can’t imagine what he would do with his dick.

She rolled off him, breathless.

“You good?” He asked. He pushed some hair off her face.

“Yeah, I… I need a minute.” Odalis panted.

Calum smiled to himself. He reached over to the night stand, and grabbed a box of condoms from a drawer. He opened the box and pulled out a few. He set them next to his lamp.

Odalis rolled onto her side and kissed him once more. In a matter of seconds the kiss deepened, and they couldn't get enough of each other. Calum pushed her down on the bed and he hovered over her. He coated himself with her arousal, and gently pushed himself in her.

“Wait, condom," she said, pushing him off her. "I’m not on any birth control. I stopped using the pill a few years back because it fucked my liver. I’m not even on the other stuff since I don’t have sex enough to need it. I’m clean nonetheless—”

"I got that covered… literally." He said and gestured down.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at his condom covered cock. 'Hijo de su chingada madre. How’s that going to fit in me? He’d probably split me half,' she thought to herself.

“We good?” Calum asked.

“Um, yeah just be gentle. I've never been with someone so…you know… big."

"Of course."

With that he started to enter her.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight.”

After a few slow thrusts, letting Odalis get used to him, Calum sped up. He tilted her head up so he could kiss her. His lips and tongue kissed her at the pace he took her. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist and brought them closer as he continued to take her.

Calum entered her in one delicious stroke. Her breath hitched at how good it felt. Calum must have noticed, and continued to take her like that, stroking that spot in her. A few minutes went by and that familiar feeling came over Odalis. She knew she was about to come and so did Calum.

“Come on let go for me, sweetheart.” He encouraged her.

Odalis let go. Repeating Calum’s name over and over until her high faded.

"Can you take another?" Calum asked her.

"Yeah," She said breathlessly. "How do you want me?"

"Hands and knees." He said.

Odalis hesitated, nervous because she's never had sex like that.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." Calum quickly said. "We can just—"

"It's okay. I just never had sex like that, but I trust you." She smiled at him. She squeezed his hand and got on her hands and knees.

Calum pulled her closer to him. He pressed a few kisses on her back and pressed her shoulder down, so only her ass was in the air. He slowly slid back into her. He had a strong grip on her hips as he slowly began to speed up.

Odalis was close. The thought of how exposed she was to Calum made her body surrender to him. After a while, she felt Calum’s thrusts get messier. She was grateful for that because she was sure she wasn’t going to last any longer.

"Please Calum," she moaned out.

“Shit, sweetheart, please tell me you’re close.” he pleaded. She barely managed to nod.

It took everything in Calum not to come. He always made sure his partner came before him. He pushed himself off Odalis and took hold on her hips once more, holding her in place. He silently cursed when he released inside her but kept going until she came.

Calum gently laid Odalis on the bed next to him. He pulled off the condom and placed it in the bin next to the nightstand. She stayed quiet. Unable to process how he made her come twice.

After a few minutes he spoke up. “How about we wager it?” He suggested, sitting against the headboard. She looked up at him confused.

“Wager?” She sat next to him, pulling his bed sheet over her chest.

“Since you’re so adamant about not doing this ever again. How about, after tonight, if we ever see each other again, you go on a date with me? ”

“Fine,” she agreed.

“But for now, you’re min,.” he said.

He pushed her back on the bed and claimed her lips. She was in for a long night.

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