#they will gleefully treat you the same as they have treated the rest of us

[hazel2468]

Okay no I need to ask. Jews who throw their lot in with blatant bigots and antisemitic racists-

Do you think it will save you?

Do you think that when they scream for "Zio" blood, they do not mean you? Do you think that when they cheer the rape and kidnapping and murder of Israelis, they do not mean you? Do you think when they come into the inboxes and DMs of random Jews to tell them that they "deserve it" and that the world would be better without Jews in it, they do not mean you? Do you think that when they assault and beat and stab and kill Jews in the name of their so-called "activism", they do not mean you?

They DO mean you. You are not exempt. You will not escape this. No matter how much you throw your own tribe under the bus. No matter how much you swear you are not like those other Jews, the Bad Jews, the Zionists, the Yids, the kikes. No matter how much you get up on stage and disavow your Jewishness to them, no matter how much you wail that you're on their side.

No matter how much you betray your own people. No matter how much of your sibling's blood you have on your hands.

When the time comes. When the people you have been working so hard to please file into that meeting room to discuss their triumph, to sing praises of Jewish blood in the streets.

You will find a hand on your shoulder and a voice saying "Now, hold on a minute, Jew."

[prettieplural]

Heyo! Today I want to talk about source separation with fictive alters!

Let's start off with fictives are NOT their sources, and for someone outside the system to treat them as such - it's weird.

However not every alter has a separation from their source, and that's okay so I want to talk about this more using personal anecdotes from the Pony Plaza System!

Let's take Mabel, Mabel is a fictive from Gravity Falls and whilst we believe she's aware that she is separate from the character, she prefers to live as if she is the character. And there's no problem with that, she's silly and joyful and very happy living with the rest of the folks in Happy Smiles Land (one of our subgroups)

But then on the other side of the spectrum, we have Shy and Rainbow - they are fictive alters of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony. They share similarities with their sources, sure BUT they are both boys and are completely different than them and don't view them as "this is me"

It's not always that cut and dry though, for example Finn is a fictive alter from Adventure Time. He doesn't think he is his source, but still doesn't know who he is entirely if he is not his source. Both Navi and Hina tend to get a lot derealization from existing seperate from their sources, Navi (Serial Experiments Lain) is gleefully delusional about not being real whilst Hina (Mafuyu Asahina from Project Sekai) often falls down an existential crisis every time she thinks about the reality of not being real.

So with those anecdotal examples, you can see that they all quite different from eachother despite being all fictive alters. The takeaway from this post is ALL fictive alters are different and have different ideas and preferences in terms of source separation - even when inside the same system. Assumptions with these disorder are never a good thing and you should always treat alters like the individuals they are.

[blossombriefs]

Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

[unchataparis]

What's the Deal With Sabrina?

Sabrina is a villain.

She appears like a victim because she yaps quite loudly, is easy to cry, and is constantly seen cowering under Chloé, but if you ignore how she acts and focuses on what she does, it's quite clear that Sabrina is not only an active participant but an enjoyer of the bullying of Collège Françoise Dupont students.

Le Dessinateur

In Le Dessinateur, the audience sees Sabrina's first on-screen example of defying Chloé. Paired together in a group project with Chloé and Marinette, Chloé demands that the other two girls complete all the work while she only takes the credit. Marinette stands up for herself and Sabrina, and apparently this is the first time anyone has told Sabrina that it's not okay to be used in this manner (realistically, I highly doubt it. Schools would usually have plagiarism/cheating lectures at this point, and Sabrina's father is a police officer). Starry-eyed, Sabrina decides that Marinette is her new Chloé, following her around and even completing her homework in the same manner she once did for Chloé. However, once Marinette disappoints by failing to live up to the standards set by the ultimate Queen Bee, Sabrina willingly goes back to Chloé, even though she has other options, even though Marinette has offered an extended olive branch.

Ladybug et Chat Noir

In the first episode of the two-part special of Season 1, the audience receives a glimpse into life before the Miraculous, before Le Papillon's invasion of Paris. Marinette's life is lonely and suppressed. She apparently has no friends in the class and has remained Chloé's favourite punching bag for four consecutive years. For the rest of Season 1, Sabrina has always been scuttering under Chloé, completing her tasks and being treated like nothing.

The audience always wonders, why does Sabrina stay with Chloé when she's being treated so awfully?

Well, Ladybug et Chat Noir finally provides an answer. With Chloé, Sabrina can indulge in the darker aspects of her behaviour, joining in on haranguing Marinette out of her seat.

While the episode itself only provides a short 10-second clip of this part of Sabrina, we can deduce that this is behaviour Sabrina frequently engages in and has become good at, judging by the fluency of her threats, her perfect sneer, and matching tone.

The argument that Sabrina is being forced by Chloé to partake could still be raised at this point. But it's clear that Sabrina's most useful quality to Chloé is her willingness to do chores. Doubling in on her threats is only an added bonus, one that Chloé will snippily warn Sabrina away from if she feels like Sabrina is trodding over a line where she doesn't belong. Therefore, Chloé has not required that Sabrina bullies with her, it's a behaviour Sabrina willingly chooses to engage in.

Derision

Despite being from the last season, Derision stretches far back to the past more than any other episode. Here, we see what life was like for the students before the new school year. Rose had longer year, Marinette didn't wear pigtails (yet), and their class was partially attended by nameless background characters.

Derision offers a explanation for Marinette's stalking and obsessive behaviour (it's a terrible explanation, trauma should never be a counter-argument, but that's not the discussion we're having here), all of it stemming from Sabrina, Chloé, and Kim's action, a prank they pulled on her which sent Marinette spiralling, causing her to close in on herself and doubt anyone who appears outwardly nice to her.

Kim and Chloé are rationalised, one is oblivious and the other strives on cruelty, but why did Sabrina partake?

Sabrina laughed at Marinette when she got paint on her clothes, to no one's command, Chloé even had to reprimand Sabrina from being too obnoxious; Sabrina willing taped Marinette falling into the swimming pool, grinning gleefully as she does it.

At no point does Sabrina appeared to be coerced or troubled by these acts.

I think because Sabrina is often overshadowed by the flamboyant and glamorous Chloé, her actions are often underlooked. In multiple fan-creations, I have seen authors portray Sabrina as a nagged victim, this belief even manifests in canon, where in the episode Confrontation, Sabrina is even praised for her bravery of daring to 'go against' Chloé.

Cynically, I would like to say that Sabrina isn't 'going against' Chloé because she finally found her nerve, but because the relationship is no longer beneficial for Sabrina. It's not a coincidence that Sabrina left Chloé when Lila comes into the picture, a new best friend, a new impressive best friend means less time for Sabrina to be appreciated and considered.

Sabrina isn't an especially impressive villain with her mousy appearance and terrible fashion sense, but the predator that lurks undetected is more dangerous than the predator who stands in the light.

[luminitewrites]

Domesticity

Heard there was talk about Eclipse having a working mouth and thought, yeah, I'll jump on that bandwagon.

This is based on this ask, and I am gleefully leaning into that "domestic" part here. Eclipse can be a little tamed, as a treat. No rhyme or reason to this drabble, but it's set in a very impossible AU of @naffeclipse's Sleuth Jesters wherein somehow, the vigilante chooses to join the mob boss, and they enter a relationship.

Rating: T Word Count: ~4K Content Warnings: Nudity, bruises, biting, heavy makeouts, and suggestive themes.

The suggestive content does toe the line here, but I believe I've kept it safe enough that the reader can interpret it to their preference. If anyone feels that this needs additional warnings, feel free to let me know.

Enjoy!

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Quiet days are uncommon for you. There is always something to do, something—or someone—that needs attention, and the hours have a tendency to just slip by. Before you know it, the day has ended and the night has fallen and there’s little free time to do much of anything for yourself.

But when you wake up one morning to the warm sunlight streaming across the bed, you stretch underneath its warmth and the silk sheets resting over you like a sleepy cat soaking in the rays. Opening your eyes seems too arduous of a task, so you opt to keep them closed against the orange glow shining through your eyelids and try to think of what tasks await you today. Your thoughts move sluggishly, slipping through your fingers like sand. You might doze off once or twice in the middle of trying to catch a single coherent thought.

When you do start to awaken, it’s to an idle sensation rubbing against your knuckles. Explorative and curious. You crack open your eyes just a bit against the brilliant sunshine and find that your left hand has been taken captive by a much larger, metal one. Your palm is loosely pressed against the other’s, and a thumb is smoothly gliding over your fingers. It lingers mainly on your ring finger, sweeping up and down the rest, then returning before repeating the cycle.

How abnormally gentle. Eclipse is rarely like this, unless you are asleep, and even then, you sometimes wake in the morning to fresh bruises painted somewhere on your skin. This softer side of him is one that you fail to see often, but you hoard it like a treasure. You’re the only person he trusts to be with like this.

So either he’s in a good mood, or he’s quietly contemplating murder. Of course, the latter also has the possibility of putting him in a good mood, so it’s hard to guess what he’s thinking in these special moments.

You consider testing the waters and seeing just how far you can push your luck today. Granted, you do that every day regardless, but it’s become a bit of a game for you, and you do enjoy seeing him heated. You always end up paying for it later in some way or other, but that’s just part of the game, and he hasn’t killed you for it—yet.

A smile creases your lips, but before you can put your cute wit to good use, his rumbling voice comes from behind you.

“Your hand is looking a little bare,” he says.

His chest is flush at your back, both his and your shirts lost to the floor last night—though your silk pajama bottoms snag against the fabric of his pants when you shift your legs—so you can feel the sonorous velvet of his words like they are vibrating against your spine. You still haven’t quite pinpointed where his voicebox is, but you’re certain it’s located in his chassis because he has no issue listening to himself talk even during moments when your mouth is sealed atop his. One of these days, you’re going to figure out how you can snatch his voice even if it’s just for a second. Anything to make him “still his tongue,” or whatever it is he says when he manages to do the same to you.

You frown in confusion. “I always take off any jewelry before bed. And as much as I appreciate the offer, I really don’t think I have enough room on my fingers to fit any more gold rings.”

“You could make space for one more,” he murmurs, and his faceplate nudges your skull. He taps your ring finger. “Right here.”

Muddied confusion causes you to stare at the appendage, bewildered.

And then it hits you.

Oh. Oh, that’s a very sudden thing to yank you out of your morning sleepiness. Your heart is suddenly in your throat, going a mile a minute.

You don’t like surprises too much. They tend to lead to nasty consequences and seldom have any good benefits. It’s much preferable to know what’s coming your way so you can brace yourself and prepare for it. You like being two steps ahead and spinning things in your favor.

But this time, you’re not sure. You hadn’t seen this coming at all, and your brain shuts down in an instant. He can’t be serious… can he? That seems like such a human custom he wouldn’t care about at all. You would have never thought he’d be the type to even consider it, and the bombshell sets you in a total state of shock.

The problem is you don’t even know if it’s the welcome kind or not. You’re completely stunned.

Eclipse didn’t ask a question, but letting the silence seep in feels like a denial on your end, which isn’t the impression you want to give off. Not initially, that is. You’re certain he’s not even really intending to ask for your approval at all, more so just stating a fact, informing you of his plans. But just to be sure of what he’s suggesting, you ignore the rush of blood in your ears and opt for a more lighthearted route.

“Is this your way of proposing?”

Your hand is released, but it’s fast exchanged for a solid clutch of your sides. Eclipse calmly lifts and places you on top of him so that you are now chest to chest, the blankets falling down your back and exposing your skin to the slightly chilled air.

If it wasn’t before, your face is definitely warm now.

“I don’t need to propose,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’re already mine, pet.”

The familiar statement helps to instill a bit more levelheadedness. In no way are you past your rattled-to-the-soul mindset, but Eclipse’s ceaseless possessiveness is a landmark you can always count on finding. It helps to ground you, reassure your galloping pulse. Though it’s something you once ran from, you know now you can always trust his desire. Nothing will ever take that from him, for better or worse.

You make a contemplative noise in your throat. One of your fingers finds the shallow crevice in the middle of his chassis where metal parts from metal. You follow the line slowly up, and regardless of how you’re sure he can tell just how on edge you are, you smile at the dark anticipation that crosses Eclipse’s faceplate. His hands pull your skin taut as they dig into your waist, and you can feel the fresh bruises layering on top of the recently healed ones.

“That doesn’t have quite the nicest ring to it,” you say after a quiet moment of consideration, smiling to yourself at the unintentional pun.

Unfortunately, your offhand comment isn’t received well.

“What doesn’t?” Eclipse’s tone stays mild, but you feel the warning in the escalating strength of his grasp.

“Easy, angel eyes, I’m just thinking out loud,” you attempt to teasingly soothe, but you utter a soft gasp when the barest hint of claws threatens to break skin.

“Then why don’t you share with me what that thought is instead of dodging the question?” he drawls. His teeth could be mistaken for daggers in this light.

Ignoring the flaming pain that could crush your bones, you release a heavy sigh, wavering at the end as Eclipse doesn’t let go but at least stops increasing the pressure. One of these days, he’s going to snap your pelvis, and then you’ll see who’s really sorry.

It will probably be you, but you’d like to think it would at least throw a temporary wrench in Eclipse’s plans to treat your body like a canvas to bruise. 

“I was talking about you calling me ‘pet,’ not you proposing,” you tut and swat his shoulder. The hit doesn’t hurt him in the slightest, but it’s the action that matters. You ignore his bemused grin as you discretely shake the pain out of your knuckles for doing that.

Finally, your waist is released from the vice clasping it, and his hands slip down to your thighs instead. He cups them and tugs them wider, and you move to straddle him instead, reading his want to have you as close as possible in a heartbeat. You keep your upper half reclined, however, and fold an arm under your chin as you continue to trace the divots of his body. A hissing exhale from underneath you lets you know he’s pleased. Crisis averted.

“What’s wrong with that term of endearment, pet?”

“Oh, nothing,” you innocently say in a way that isn’t innocent at all. You snicker at the narrowed, yellow gaze that waits impatiently for an explanation. There is satisfaction in knowing that Eclipse would put up with such behavior from no one else, and even still, he only just tolerates it from you. Walking that thin line has become a favorite pastime of yours, and you know that he knows it too.

His hands drag up over the back of your thighs, sharp claws grazing your thinly clad skin as the silk bottoms do little to hinder the feeling, which makes you erupt in goosebumps. He then takes his time drawing over the bruises he just left on your waist, watching as you fail to suppress a shudder, and were it not for the pillows he’s lying against, you’re certain his numerous sun rays would be whirling fast. As it is, Eclipse keeps his touch light, a rarity to your body that is so accustomed to fierce possessiveness. The thin, sweeping lines he runs over your spine and the back of your ribs have you swallowing thickly and trying to keep your breathing normal.

The distracting touch comes to a stop just under your shoulder blades. The mob boss considers your reaction and chuckles.

“Nothing?” he echoes, smarmy. “Are you sure about that?”

Unhappy about how easily he’s learned to fluster you, you pout and flick one of his rays. The dull ting beckons you to play with it instead, and you tap tap tap your nails atop the surface. The mental image of a woodpecker hammering away gives you dry amusement.

Eclipse endures it for all of three seconds before reaching up and putting a stop to your playfulness. Your affront is countered by his layered annoyance. Stubbornness can take you only so far, and as he begins to exert force in his grip, you try to outlast him by hiding the pain behind a scowl. With pursed lips, you hold your ground for an embarrassingly short span of time before you wince, your bones begging for reprieve.

Your loss means his victory, even over something so trivial, and he slackens his hold but doesn’t let go. Eclipse says your name. The edge of a growl ripples through it.

At his prodding, you sigh exasperatedly and relent. “No. I just have a better endearment in mind than you referring to me as your pet.”

Yellow flirts with darkness as black as the night. “And what would that be?”

“Well,” you begin, the word curling your tongue as you draw it out, “I just think that it would be nicer if you made it a little more official. Classy. Something refined like maybe ‘my partner’ or ‘my spouse’ or…”

You stop. Eclipse is silent. You can’t quite figure out what he’s thinking, and his expression is one you’re unfamiliar with. But you’re certain you’ve never seen his pupils so large before. Round to the point that they hardly even look like rings anymore. You don’t know what to make of it, and uncertainty halts your voice.

That seems to be the opposite of what he wants though. His whole body is still, but his eyes pierce you with a deep emotion, and you hesitantly lean closer.

“Or?” he prompts, just a whisper.

You study him. Something traps you in the moment that’s not directly caused by his hands on you. It comes from somewhere in your chest, a swell of a feeling close to intoxicating but with all the presence of being sober. You’re just as frozen as he is, and your heart beats madly like you’re in a race. You couldn’t look away from him if you wanted to.

It’s the very last thing you want.

As someone who seldom holds back their words, you have an unusual difficulty finding your voice again. And even when you do reunite with it, it comes out quiet, words just as whisper-soft as his had been.

“Or what about… ‘my lover?’”

You say it so faintly, you almost don’t hear it yourself. Even suggesting it sounds silly to your own ears, regardless of whether it had been sincere. Though you’re not positive you’re just teasing anymore. Deflection has always come naturally to you. You rely on it so much, it’s become difficult to tell when you mean what you say. 

Your brow furrows, and a low-grade horror trickles in. What should have been a joke feels closer to honesty than you’d meant. And you hadn’t even known you’d felt that way. Not until you’d suggested it.

Mortified doesn’t even aptly define what’s possessing you. Your eyes become saucers, and Eclipse, to your shock, looks just as gobsmacked as you. 

Thoughts of bolting, tearing out of the room like the devil himself is on your heels, briefly flit through the possibilities hurtling in your head. But your limbs are like chunks of ice, and you cannot twitch a single muscle as Eclipse moves first. He lifts a hand, pausing for a millisecond before he continues. So gently you don’t dare breathe, he brushes aside a strand of hair. It’s tucked securely behind your ear, and then that hand curves down it, circling back to your cheek. His broad palm covers it and then some, and his thumb glides across your parted lips.

Through all of this, he doesn’t look away. His eyes are for you only, so bright that they rival the morning sun. With his thumb against your mouth, he can undoubtedly feel your quick breaths brushing it. Like you could even hope to hide your unsteady heartbeat from him anyways. He could probably tell just from looking at you.

His silence offers nothing. You don’t know what to do, if you should say something to fill it. Your words are already out there, and no wishing you’d choked them back down will change what’s been said. Maybe that’s for the best.

Swallowing around the knot in your throat, you force out a deeper breath. If he won’t say something, you’ll just do damage control and ask for forgiveness later.

“Eclipse—”

“Those all have something in common,” he abruptly says, quelling whatever attempt to resolve this you were going to make. Your next inhale hitches, and his eyes briefly fall lower.

You wait with bated breath.

His thumb hasn’t stopped tracing your lips, and you realize that’s where his gaze has drifted. You resist the very strong, sudden urge to wet them.

His other hand still has your own. Almost absentmindedly, he squeezes, but it’s tender. A quick pulse. He can probably feel your heartbeat in your fingertips too.

You want to ask what he means, but speech is becoming progressively harder the longer this unexplained feeling builds. Another shiver presses you further into him. The one thing keeping you afloat is seeing just how affected Eclipse is as well.

Maybe it’s because you say nothing or he was going to tell you anyways. But when he looks back at you once more, the glimmer of voracious hunger is one you spot straight away. His fingers squeeze the back of your scalp and urge you to come so close that your lips hover over his wide grin.

“They all say that you are mine,” he breathes.

He crushes you to his mouth, and you tip right into it. All air is sucked out of your chest, lost as he kisses you with the desperation of one drowning, needing to consume you whole. A muted noise crawls from your throat, verging on something humiliating, and it’s responded to by a vicious snarl from him.

Your world careens to the side as you’re suddenly thrown off him, landing on your back on the bed, and he’s right there above you, chasing your lips again as he braces himself over your prone body. You manage a gasp before you’re lost to the overwhelming ardor and the adulation in his wandering hands. They keep you close and ignite a potent fire that will set you ablaze the longer you indulge in his dark desire. 

Eclipse sweeps one hand under your bare back, arching you into him while he pins you down. His other slides into your hair, scratching deliciously along your scalp, and your hair is wound tightly around his fingers. With one rough yank, your head is pulled back. A breathless gasp tumbles out, chased swiftly by his teeth finding your exposed neck.

In a move you are still not at all used to and likely never will be if he has any say in it, Eclipse parts his sharp grin and brushes his teeth against your skin. With cautious, deliberate force, he bites the sensitive juncture between your neck and collarbone. The careful shock of pain brings forth a heady groan from deep in your chest, and Eclipse clearly relishes it, based on the guttural sound he buries in your throat in return. Before you can have a second to recover, the hot compress of his own tongue laves over the bite mark he just left, and your fists twist in the sheets beneath you.

You wonder if the rest of your day is about to be stolen—a fact you won’t particularly complain about anytime soon—but even though the mob boss shifts a little down to lay a kiss in the middle of your chest, he doesn’t take it further than that. The resonance of husky laughter reaches all the way to your sternum and around your rib cage. When he lifts his faceplate to look at your flushed face, he doesn’t bother to keep his lower sun rays from scraping your skin, and they poke into you in stinging pinpricks. He relaxes the tension on your hair and brings the hand at your back to your throat and the freshly burning mark. 

Your chest is as hot as your cheeks and straining with every uneven breath. Eclipse’s optics remind you of firelight and pools of liquid gold with a center of onyx in each. They watch you as if he is committing to memory every little twitch, every shuddering reaction while he waits for you to find air. You have your games you like to play with him. This is his. Winding you up and then letting you spin out of control until he repeats the process, again and again.

Safe to say he’s cleared your schedule until late afternoon, at the bare minimum.

At the rumble of another low chuckle, you quizzically lift a brow, panting. “What?”

Eclipse embodies the cat that caught the canary. In a somewhat courteous act, he lifts his head just enough so that his rays are no longer digging into your skin, and they immediately spin in a blurred display of his satisfaction. You’re sure he’d be purring now if he could.

“Oh, nothing,” he says, throwing your own mocking words from before back at you.

You roll your eyes, and he snickers again. The hand in your hair begins to knead your scalp, and you try to hold very still to make sure he doesn’t stop. He has an annoying habit of dangling anything you like just out of reach the moment you try to lean into it. But even still, you bend one of your legs and knock your knee against his side.

“I’ve got no problem throwing you out of my bed,” you threaten menacingly.

Your attempts to intimidate don’t faze him even the smallest amount.

“Our bed,” he haughtily corrects, and his hand at your throat curls on the edge of too tight. Waiting for your response, he pauses to see if you’ll fire back another snarky remark.

You blow out a puff of air, nose wrinkling to show him just what you think, but you stay quiet. The hand on your throat loosens once more.

Chuffed, he continues. “I suppose I had better find a suitable ring to make sure everyone knows that you are mine.”

You can’t resist a bark of laughter. “Oh, angel eyes, if you think that’s what’s going to clue everyone in at this point, then you have not been doing a good enough job lately.”

Your smirk grows at his irked growl. Since you’re in a good mood, though, you decide to not tug on that specific string too much. Instead, you reach up and begin to draw light circles around the back of his hand. Dark circles dip downward.

Feeling cheeky, you flash your teeth at him. “But does this mean I get to pick out a wedding band for you? All’s fair in love and war.”

Eclipse snorts. “Absolutely not. I know exactly how your devious mind works, and I refuse to be tied to some fake costume jewelry just because it amuses you.”

You tsk and blow a raspberry. Faster than you can blink, he ensnares the tip of your tongue in a biting pinch between his claws. Your exaggerated exclamation of protest goes ignored.

“However, I’m not opposed to finding something that will suit both our tastes. You may have some input, but know that I will veto anything that is less than fitting of my standards.”

He releases your tongue, and you pull the smarting appendage back into the safety of your mouth. You grimace.

“How very romantic of you.”

“Much more than you have been, I’m sure,” he states. Your confusion must show because he adds, “You’ve made quite the case for what you’d like to be called, sweetheart. And I believe I’m more than accommodating to your requests. So what shall I have you call me?”

Your eyes brighten. The question more than excites you, and a curious hum fills the air as you contemplate it. You haven’t really called Eclipse anything other than his name and the term of endearment you chose for him forever ago. That’s not counting the less than savory names you’ve also called him in the past, of course. 

You smile fully.

“I’ve got one or two possibilities in mind, but I don’t think you’d agree with my frankly brilliant ideas. And you were just going on about how you like the ones I suggested because they’ll let others know I’m yours. So with that in mind, how about we go with…”

Your hand comes to rest against his chest, palm flat. Underneath, you imagine you can feel the steady thrum of the celestial wire. That fluttering sensation in your chest almost mirrors it, as do the butterflies in your stomach. You think you understand what that feeling is now.

Calmly, you stare up at him. “My husband.”

This time, you know you don’t imagine the vibrations under your palm that quicken.

Eclipse draws in closer, so close your lips graze his mouth and almost catch on the pointed edges of his teeth. His eyes bore into you.

“I hope you know what you’ve signed yourself up for, sweetheart,” he breathes, and you do the same.

Your wrists are suddenly seized and yanked over your head, pinned together in one claw-like grip that presses them into the mattress. Just like that, your heart is threatening to pound out of your chest once more. Anticipation coils low in your stomach, and your body shivers.

“You might need to remind me every so often,” you say, cheeks hurting from how wide you grin. “Just to make sure that I really get it.”

“I’ll start right now,” he promises and curtly demands another kiss that you sink into.

True to his word, Eclipse takes his time making sure you don’t forget that you are his and that till death do you part, he will be yours as well.

[monstersdownthepath]

some little spells

For summoning little guys. I’ve been thinking about gremlins a lot lately and it’s all I can do not to send a bunch of them after my players for the fun of it. So instead I’ll focus that effort here, with a few new spells: Beckon Gremlin, Malfeasance Invocation. Beckon Gremlin Mob, and Invoke Infestation.

Beckon Gremlin

Conjuration [Calling]

Antipaladin 1, Druid 3, Occultist 2, Shaman 3, Witch 3, Wizard 3

Casting Time: 10 minutes.

Components: V, S, M (a small, fragile item worth at least 1gp)

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Range: Close

Duration:1 hour/level.

Saving Throw: None; Spell Resistance: no.

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This spell calls a single Gremlin from the First World into your service. You may call any species of gremlin into your service, but it is always a basic gremlin without class levels. Upon arrival, the gremlin gleefully destroys the material component before pledging itself to your service. You may direct the gremlin with complex verbal orders but may also issue simple commands (come here, go there, return to me) over any distance, provided you and the gremlin are on the same plane. You know the gremlin’s emotional state at all times. At the end of the duration, or if the gremlin is brought to 0 HP or lower, it vanishes back into the First World. You may cast this spell again on the same gremlin to prolong its existence in the plane (refreshing the spell’s duration), but it must be within range of the spell to do so.

Attempting to command the gremlin to perform an act that’s overtly Good or Lawful allows it to make a Will saving throw with a DC of 20. If it succeeds, it breaks free of your control, severs the empathic connection between the two of you, and no longer responds to your orders. For the spell’s remaining duration the gremlin is uncontrolled, but it still returns to the First World at the end of the duration.

And the rest are under the cut!

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Malfeasance Invocation

Conjuration [Calling, Evil]

Shaman 5, Witch 5

Casting Time: 30 minutes.

Components: V, S, F (an ugly cloth, leather, or wooden doll hand-made by you, worth at least 1gp) M (a small, fragile item worth at least 1gp)

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Range: Close

Duration:Instantaneous, then 1 day/level (see text).

Saving Throw: None; Spell Resistance: no.

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This spell calls forth malevolent essence and wicked desire from the world, infusing it into the focus component and causing it to permanently transform into a Gremlin. You choose what type of gremlin is created. The new gremlin destroys the material component in a fit of malicious glee, then becomes bound by your will for 1 day per caster level. You may direct the gremlin with complex verbal orders but may also issue simple commands (come here, go there, return to me) over any distance, provided you and the gremlin are on the same plane. When the spell’s duration expires, the gremlin becomes free of your control and is no longer magically beholden to your commands, though it may still obey you if it was treated well (or threatened into subservience. 

If you bathe the doll used as the focus component for this spell with a specialized concoction of blood, treated herbs, and gemstone dust which costs 150gp to make, you may instead beckon the spirit of a specific dead gremlin who’s name you know and who you have met at least once into the doll, resurrecting that gremlin into a new body if it so wishes to be (most do).

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Beckon Gremlin Mob

Conjuration [Calling]

Antipaladin 3, Druid 5, Occultist 4, Shaman 5, Witch 5, Wizard 5

Casting Time: 1 hour

Components: V, S, M (10gp worth of fragile objects and toys)

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Range: Close

Duration:1 hour/level (see text).

Saving Throw: None; Spell Resistance: no.

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This spell functions as Beckon Gremlin, except it summons 1d4+4 gremlins of a type of your choice. If you attempt to make even one called gremlin perform an overtly Good or Lawful deed, each gremlin may attempt a DC 20 Will save. If even one succeeds, all the gremlins become uncontrolled. If at least one of the called gremlins is within range of the spell, you may cast it again on that gremlin to refresh the spells’ duration on all of them.

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Invoke Infestation

Conjuration [Calling, Evil]

Shaman 8, Witch 7

Casting Time: 1 hour.

Components: V, S, F (ugly dolls you made by hand, each made of materials worth at least 1gp, at least one ) M (a collection of fragile objects worth at least 50gp)

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Range: Close

Duration:Instantaneous, then 1 day/level.

Saving Throw: None; Spell Resistance: no.

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A single use of this spell acts as Malfeasance Invocation on up to 10 dolls, summoning gremlins permanently into them. This spell cannot replicate the resurrection effect of Malfeasance Invocation. However, you may telepathically communicate with the gremlins for the duration of the spell, and have a continuous Status on each of them.

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 20

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 3.3k includes: skipping school w jayroy, shopping w steph

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 20: Junk of the Heart | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

This time, you guys ditched your usual stomping grounds at the diner to meander around Gotham’s botanical gardens. Perfect timing- not. There was apparently a field trip going on. Every few seconds, you were forced to dodge gaggles of little kids left and right who zoomed around the foliage-filled room at alarming paces.

Jason and Roy had hardly spoken much past grunts and terse head nods the entire ride in Roy’s beat-up 1998 Mustang coupe. Both did, however, laugh when you were forced to sit in Jason’s lap the entire ride. 

It started out with Jason and Roy splitting up in the expansive room, forcing you to choose between the two.

Shit.

You groaned, figuring Roy would be the easiest to persuade to meet Jason halfway.

“Soo,” you drawled once you caught up to the redhead. He was staring at a butterfly as it swooped down from the roof and floated down onto the petals of the pink dahlia in front of him.

“I’m surprised you followed me,” he admitted, light green eyes flickering over to you.

“Yeah, well,” you trailed off, unsure of where exactly this was going, “here I am.” 

Just what had happened after you’d left?

Apparently, you’d managed to voice your question aloud because Roy began to visibly panic as he searched for words. 

“I mean, princess,” he said your nickname with a fake charm you’d only ever seen him use on the girls he brought around. “Yeah, I mean, obviously something happened,” he laughed cheekily with a cringe-worthy faux nonchalance, “but, uh, nothing like else.” He then played way too naive for you to actually believe any of the shit that spewed from his chapped lips. Your squinted eyes proved this and he began to backtrack, “Yeah, no. Nothing else happened after you left.”

“Sick,” your monotonous response spurred a panicked look across his freckled face. You knew Jason would start getting pouty if the three of you didn’t reconvene soon, so you tilted you needed to hurry this shit up. You tilted your head sharply in Jason’s direction, leaving no room for negotiation. “Now, come on.”

Roy mumbled something about you being a ‘meddlesome kid’ before begrudgingly following behind you.

Jason remained silent as the two of you bounded up beside him at the koi fish pond. All around him, little kids were scattered around, listening to the tour guide. The man was explaining their usual habitat and feeding habits before allowing some of them to feed the spotted fish small food pellets. 

“Leave it to us to come here on the one day kids are running all over the fucking place,” Roy muttered to you behind his hand. You snickered, having just been thinking the same thing. 

Jason, however, was busy helping a little boy safely lean over the side so that he could throw the treats in.

It was cute.

A quick glance out of the corner of your eyes proved Roy must’ve been sharing your thoughts again. 

His eyes were absolutely entranced with Jason’s soft complexion, highlighted by the sun’s rays that broke through the greenhouse roof. His mouth, normally tense or forced downward, was relaxed into an easy smile as the boy turned around to thank him gleefully.

Upon remembering your and Roy’s presence, Jason cleared his throat and awkwardly patted the kid on the back in response. The group of kids moved on to the adjacent field outside, leaving the three of you alone with the butterflies, koi and a shit ton of unresolved tension.

“You guys decide to ditch me?” Jason deposited the rest of the treats into your hand and you blushed as each pellet hit your palm. “What kind of shit is that?” he said with his voice overly cool and controlled, just as it had been since meeting up earlier with Roy in the school’s parking lot.

“We’re all ditching technically,” you warned him to drop it. “You know we would never ditch you. Never.”

Varying shades of green glared back at each other as Jason and Roy sized each other up.

Nope, no. 

No, they weren’t doing this. Not today, not ever. 

Especially when the three of you had just made up. Like, come on.

The last thing you needed was these two sexually repressed teens going at it, no, not that going at it, in the botanical gardens, especially with schoolchildren outside on the playground not even forty feet away.

“Cool,” he said, spinning around without another word. 

You smacked Roy in the arm when he rolled his eyes at the dramatic action before following after your other friend.

“Very cool, Jay.”

You and Jason turned around, shocked to find that it was Roy who’d completed your inside joke.

“Whatever, man,” Jason shooed him off like an insistent fly. “You making fun of me now, too?”

“Never,” Roy sighed, sounding actually genuine for the first time since you’d arrived. “I promise.”

From there, the rest of the day went on as it normally would’ve to the point you’d nearly forgotten about the earlier tension between them. 

Well, mostly.

Ever since the kiss, yes, they’d been awkward at first, but eventually, it’d been hard not to notice oddities. There were more accidental brushes, more pinkies bumping pinkies and more shared glances that lingered just a bit too long as the day went on.

For the most part, you just let them do their thing while silently observing. It was only when Jason brushed a piece of Roy’s hair from his face that you finally gave in and questioned them. You asked where they went after the… er, occurrence in Jason’s room and they blushed in response. 

The distance between them grew as they stumbled to address you.

“What?” You couldn’t help but eye them skeptically, not quite believing what you were seeing. “Are you guys dating now or something?” you asked half curious, half being an asshole.

“Hell no,” they answered in unison. At this, they backed away from each other at the same time, but you merely shook your head. 

These two needed to fuck and get it over with. And maybe let you watch… 

Never mind. 

Roy noogied the top of your head, pulling away before you could retaliate. “You’ve got a dirty mind there, kid,” he accused jokingly.

 If only he knew.

“How is it dirty to ask if you’re dating?” You quirked a questioning brow at his flushed, freckled cheeks. “Seems like you’re the dirty-minded one here then, huh?” you teased, flicking his nose and laughing when it scrunched in protest. 

Definitely payback for the noogie. 

He muttered something before smacking at your hand without any actual malice. Meanwhile, Jason’s eyes remained curiously fixed on your own as if searching for something.

•

You had lots of shit to make up for the classes you’d missed while skipping, so an impromptu library session was a must. 

You’d never been to the library alone, aside from your first week at the academy and you’d definitely never been here after school, so seeing the crazy influx of students coming in and out was shocking.

Every single seat at every table was taken.

You inwardly sighed. You were never skipping again.

“Hey,” a boy’s voice called out your name. 

You spun around to see Tim with headphones in at a small table in the middle of the packed room. You waved and awkwardly shifted from foot to foot until he motioned you over.

He removed his bag from the seat next to him and patted for you to sit, pulling out the chair for you in the process.

“Thanks,” you sighed in relief. You gratefully slid into the seat and wasted no time pulling out your trig homework. “Didn’t realize I’d need a reservation for the library an hour after school let out.” 

Tim snorted, “Gotta come during last period and place a towel over your seat just like the pool, rookie.” He turned around to tug at his green hoodie that hung off the back of his seat. “This works too, though.”

You added his library hack to your repertoire as you peeked over his shoulder. It didn’t seem like he was doing much studying at all, considering the majority of his notebook page was covered in little chibis. He blushed and attempted to flip the page back to where he’d previously been working on… magnets? There was a class for magnets at GA? Regardless of the magnets, or lack thereof, you’d seen Tim’s superhero chibi’s and you were determined to get a closer look. 

“No way,” you squealed down at the sketch as you reached into your bag to produce your phone. “This looks just like this new suit idea I made for Red Robin.” You quickly pulled up your Tumblr, shamelessly showing him new content on your fanblog filled with all types of provocative illustrations of the bat boys, including some of your own embarrassing fan art. Finally, you reached the post you were talking about. “See?”

Tim seemed way too interested in the other content on your blog, but his eyes lit up when your finger stopped scrolling.

“Oh, wow. That is pretty similar,” he trailed off, pulling the phone from your hand to get a closer look, only to recoil at the next photo you’d drawn of a bloodied, half-naked Red Robin.

“You don’t like that one?”

He cleared his throat and handed you back your phone, “No, I do. They’re both really… detailed.”

“Tim!” The two of your heads popped up to see Bernard swoop in. He came to a swift halt directly in front of Tim. “We’re going to be late. Let’s go,” the blond demanded impatiently.

“Yeah, just give me a sec,” Tim said as he set about collecting his things. Once he’d finished, he stood up, bidding you a quick goodbye with a kind smile, “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for showing me your sketches!”

Bernard hustled him away from you without looking back or acknowledging you in any way. Before they were completely out of earshot, you heard the blond ask, “What is she talking about?” 

Ever since Tim and Bernard had been hanging out recently, you felt like chopped liver to him. Even at your lockers, he was always too preoccupied with Bernard to even acknowledge you.

You hadn’t seen Stephanie around recently and even though you’d gotten off to the rough start you had, you still missed her presence. You’d take Steph’s sparkly sass to Bernard’s persnickety ass any day. 

It was by chance you saw her in between periods the next day whilst taking a new route Roy had shown you the previous week. Supposedly, it cut 30 seconds off your commute, but you honestly figured it was because he played basketball in between these periods and the route conveniently passed by the gym. 

Sure enough, Roy was there and caught you looking. You chortled at his wink and continued on your trek toward the blonde.

“Hey!” You gave a small wave. 

Stephanie ignored the action. “You’re still talkin’ to me?” she asked monotonously.

"Uh," you quirked your head questioningly, “should I not be?”

She gave you an unimpressed once over. “You trying to get with Tim?” You shook your head no, completely and utterly confused. When had you ever been trying to get with Tim? Your face must have accurately portrayed this because she simply shrugged and said, “Cool. Guess you’re tagging along with me tonight then, yeah?”

She started walking and you trailed slightly behind her fast pace.

“Is Tim going?”

Her weird questioning, along with Roy’s question to Tim the other day, left you feeling like you were missing a large piece of the puzzle. He had just said they were going on a date- had he not? Did Stephanie really think you were trying to take Tim away from her when you had your hands preoccupied with two other Waynes and Roy?

“Fuck no,” she spat. “It’s a college party, so I doubt his dorky-ass will show.” She turned to you, slowing down finally. “Well, actually, I don’t know, nor do I care.”

“Aren’t you guys a thing?” 

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” she said with an air of distaste before crossing her muscular arms. You took the hint, dropping the topic altogether. It seemed to be some fucked up form of fate that caused the two of you to pass by Tim, who waved in your direction. He noticeably hesitated when Stephanie’s fiery gaze shot his way. “I’m so over these little Gotham boys. It’s time we hung around the men.” 

“I severely doubt the Gotham Academy students qualify as men,” you pointed out, shooting Tim a tiny wave back once Stephanie became distracted with pulling up details from Dick about his party. 

“You’re literally a titted version of Damian, you know that? Swear, it’s scary sometimes.” 

You snorted, jokingly shouldering her, “Fuck off.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” she shouldered you right back with a cackle. You were instantly sent sprawling clear across the hallway and directly into the angry oncoming foot traffic. Once you rejoined her at her side, she continued on as if she hadn’t just bruised your entire arm and ego. “We’re going to the mall after school. I need something to make my tits look perkier.” She floofed at her boobs with a slight pout. “‘Sides, your wardrobes a bit all over the place. Screams ‘jailbait’ and we don’t want that.”

“Hey! All you've ever seen me in is the uniform or Jason’s clothes. Besides,” you tried to flick her on the nose as some form of payback, but she dodged you with a practiced ease, “I am jailbait and people should know that.”

She raised a dubious brow. “Just not Jason and Roy?”

“Fuck you,” you joked with a roll of your eyes as you came to a halt in front of your next class. “So, your locker?”

“My locker,” she confirmed with a nod.

•

It was your first time at the mall with a friend and you were absolutely buzzing with excitement. You matched Stephanie’s upbeat nature easily, creating a positively chaotic vibe you loved. 

That was, at least, until the actual shopping commenced.

Stephanie unloaded a barrage of options into your arms, all of which you turned down in seconds. 

Everyone was self-conscious about something; you knew this. However, it wasn’t always obvious until you were in a Nordstrom Rack, freaking out because every god-damned piece of clothing showed off the one thing you couldn’t stand to bare: your scar. Sure, Jason had tried to point out you’d only been wearing turtlenecks and, yeah, you probably should’ve realized that you’d been hiding your scar by avoiding certain styles of clothes too, but it hadn’t truly clicked until just then.

Stephanie pouted at the options you steadily stacked back into her arms, only to return with another armful of options that you also turned down. 

“What are you so self-conscious about? It’s not like your tits haven’t been out before,” she said, shooting you a pointed stare, obviously mistaking your insecurity as distaste for low-cut clothes. “Trust me, I saw the photo of you and everyone at the gala.” She wore a teasing smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes or her tone. If you were being honest, she sounded… upset? 

You unwittingly gulped and tugged at the collar of your turtleneck, “Yeah, well, I haven’t worn that shit since then.” Luckily, she suddenly seemed to understand.

Not speaking about the incident at the Gala became some sort of unspoken rule that the Wayne Family seemed content to uphold. It worked in your favor, regardless. The less you had to talk about that night, the better.

“Oh,” she trailed off. “Turtleneck then? I already have a few in mind that I saw earlier.” 

You shot her a genuine smile, glad that she hadn’t pressed any further. 

Her being accommodating of your insecurities meant more than she’d ever know. 

You wandered about the clearance section while her blonde hair bobbed in and out of isles with Flash-like speed. Soon enough, you were making your way to the dressing room with bundles of clothes piled high in each arm.

There was no attendant at the desk when you walked back, so you and Stephanie hightailed it for one of the bigger rooms and set down your spoils before getting to work.

She undressed quickly in front of you and you blushed, not being in the right state of mind to notice her watching you taking in her nearly nude body.

“Do you always match your,” you cleared your throat, “bra and undies?” 

“Only when I know I’m going to be sharing a dressing room,” she said with a wink, picking up a tube top and ripping off her neon pink bra without hesitation. “Now, strip.”

You gulped, nodding distractedly.

The first few shirts you tried on, you could manage with a bra, but the remaining options required you to strip yours as well, allowing Stephanie to see the extent of your scar. She couldn’t contain her shock, though you pretended not to notice her silent horror. She schooled her reaction quickly enough that most wouldn’t have caught, but you did. She turned around to offer you some privacy as you continued to reject hanger after hanger of clothing.

Nothing was fitting right and, on the off chance it did, it exposed your scar. Your ‘no’ pile was growing faster than Stephanie could keep up with. She’d only been on her second shirt while you were already down to your last hanger.

It was a red turtleneck dress with low-cut arm holes that exposed the top part of your ribcage. Stephanie wobbled over to you with black jeans half-pulled up around her mid-thighs to finish styling you. She turned you away from the mirror to give the outfit a fair shot as she accessorized you with a cute belt and thin, strappy heels.

When she finally allowed you to view yourself in the mirror, you knew you’d found your outfit (X).

You waited until Stephanie was busy pulling on a pair of pants to rip off your bra, wishing you shared Stephanie’s same mindset about matching lingerie or, at the very least, her same confidence around nudity.

She turned around just as you were tugging the fabric over your nipples and gave you a once-over. “Honestly, I kind of dig it,” she said as she motioned for you to do a spin, then rolled her eyes as you came back around to face her. “Okay, titties.”

“What?!” you exclaimed, covering your tits nervously as she took in your exposed skin.

“Don’t ask dumb questions,” she sighed. “You’re fucking perfect. It’s annoying.”

You blushed, allowing your hands to drop and expose your hardened nipples that tented against the lightweight cotton. “Still jailbait?”

She scoffed, “Definitely not. Your side boob situation is making my dick go up.” 

You choked. You definitely hadn’t expected her to say that. 

The obnoxious howl that filled the dressing room following was not your proudest moment. Once you caught your breath, she shot you a stupid look that left you cackling all over again right alongside her. It was only a matter of time before your buffoonery forced an attendant to come by, knocking on the door to ask if you were alright. 

This only led to more giggling and reassurances that, yes, you were still just looking.

“You’re going to get us kicked out of a fucking Nordstrom Rack, Stephanie,” you swore, shaking your head in thinly veiled amusement.

“It would be an honor to get thrown out of this Nordstrom Rack with you,” she said your name, then did a double take. “Oh, your underwear line is showing.” Without warning, Stephanie squatted so her face was directly in front of your backside. She wasted no time in snaking her hands over the globes of your ass and snapping at the edges of your underwear with a resounding smack to smooth out the lines. “There.”

You managed a pathetic ‘thanks,’ deciding that you had to buy the dress that had Stephanie’s straight-ass eyeing you up and down.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” She blushed more, if it was even possible. 

You checked out after Stephanie decided on a flowy, white chiffon button-up top and a dark purple skirt. You, personally, didn’t see the vision, but you seriously doubted Stephanie could look bad in anything. She claimed the lace plum bra she was going to wear underneath would bring it all together, so you’d just have to wait and see. 

“Be ready at eleven,” she said when Babs, the only person you and Stephanie knew with a car, dropped you off at the library as you'd requested.

Fuck, no. You couldn’t have her seeing the shithole you lived at. 

At the last second, you called out Stephanie’s name just as Barbara made to peel off into traffic, “Meet me here.”

She shot you a confused glance but nodded anyway before disappearing off into Gotham’s rush hour.

A/N: I <3 steph- who's ur fave character so far?

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[urstruly-ghst]

hey I just wanted to say hi 👋 I've been a fan for a while now and I really love your work, and I'm also here to request if you don't mind 🏃

: the octavinelle trio with an mc that treats deuce and ace like their brothers and are as equally chaotic as they are. mmm. to make it easier on you it's with them asking why the mc wants to help the one braincell trio so bad and mc just replies with "they're like my brothers, i lost mine back in my world because I neglected them and i don't plan to make the same mistake"

sorry it's so long and elaborate HSJSNSJSJJ have a nice day ✨ oh yeah, gn!mc if that's okay with you

note : i am sorry for not updating, i got sick while finishing my finals! either way, prepare for some uploads <3! and to the lovely person who sent the ask, i am very thankful for your support!

octa-trio !

octavinelle !

The octa-trio are tightknit, cunning, and intelligent. Close ever since childhood days. They are very known in their realm. They understand each other, and they balance each other very well. So, imagine their shock when they see a friend group formed as close as they are not long ago.

The quadruplet guppies, as Flloyd would lovingly call them, were something they note as odd. How can anyone be that close with such dedication to a practical stranger? It would be fine if you bonded like them, magic and to rise, but to their surprise, you just click. 

For you, it wasn’t just that. Azul and the rest don’t understand that sentiment because they see things their way, not yours. So, while you ensured the trio was safe, you decided to quell their curiosity over a pile of contracts.

“Oh, shrimpy! Just in time, take a seaaaatt!” Floyd said as he peeked out from the VIP section of Mostro Lounge. He drawled out the word seat teasingly, happy that you came on your own volition to their territory. It means you trust them enough!

“Yes, yes, do take a seat. Do you want a drink? A snack or anything?” Jade chimed in as he saw you enter the room. He was chatting with Azul as he sorted out some contracts. You stare at the massive pile, wondering how people fall for such a fallacy. You have seen what they did to Deuce and Ace, so you wonder how one wants to fall in line for them?

“Prefect, staring at the contracts, huh? I promise none of this tall pile has the name of your beloved trio.”, Azul teased, breaking you from your train of thought. You nod, unsure how to react. You were still hostile over what can they do. Though your bond with them improved, Azul and the twins were powerful and influential; anything can happen.

The time ticked on. Jade and Floyd were on either side of Azul, towering and creating such a presence for you. Azul was staring fondly at you, curious at your silence when you offered to explain to them clearly why you care so much for your friends. On the other hand, you were nervous and unsure if you could make such a revelation to someone who had caused some harm.

Protective of what can happen next, will they use this specific information against you? The life of your friends was important for you. They were a candle in this dark, idiotic and impulsive world, but that fresh air of life made you attached to them.

They were a breath of life when you thought your life was over. You aren’t planning to drown in the darkness soon.

“That look is a look, shrimpy, Ehhh? Don’t you trust us?” Floyd said with a bit of hurt in his tone. You raised an eyebrow, curious as to why they assume the trust you have, before shaking your head.

“I do trust you all; many times would I gleefully throw my being towards you... But this information is hard to disclose. I don’t know what you would do with it.”

“Prefect, our care for you extends to the guppies you surround yourself in. We know the struggle of maintaining a friendship. Our trio is established in care and other things.” Jade said, trying to ease you into understanding that you needn’t worry about what’s to come.

“I… I lost my brothers. Back in my world, I was negligent... To their needs... Wants.. ”, you mumbled, heart feeling heavier as memories of your beloved family flash in your mind. Everything is vivid, and you remember things too well to disregard them. 

“I feel like this conversation is something I can’t share yet. Not yet.” You said quietly, all the while the trio watched silently. They all share a look, none speaking a word; too scared they would step beyond a line. 

“Deuce and Ace alongside Grim remind me so much of them. They are like this one new chance. I badly want to fulfill their needs and wants because it feels like… a new chance, y’know?” You tell them, twiddling your fingers, hoping this tension would dissipate quickly. It was a suffocating silence, too quiet. 

“So, this is more than just attachment. This delves into a personal matter,” Azul says, his hand on his chin while he nods affirmingly. Jade nodded in agreement, and Floyd was staring in shock; you could see he was itching to hug you.

“Oh! Shrimpy!” Floyd wailed, holding you close to him, pouting as he patted your head gently. You feel happy that Floyd always made an effort to break the tension. He reads you and others a bit too well, but you take it with gratitude whenever he does this comfort.

“We see now. No wonder you are so protective over the three. It is like a parallel to us, bonding over some grievances. Prefect, with our words, we promise that no harm will befall from our hands. You have our graces. Oh, and don’t worry. This is sensitive information; our lips are sealed… Want a contract to make sure?” Azul said, teasing you at the end, making everyone laugh lightly. Even with the grievances and tense atmosphere, the trio understood you no longer want to endure the vivid feelings of the past.

You were their friend. Even if the friendship was something born from a not-so-pleasant timing, it was a friendship. While it won’t guarantee that you would be safe from the harms of Twisted Wonderland, they’ll assure that they would catch your troubles.  

[gallusrostromegalus]

Progress On The Garden At The End Of The Universe

So, after about a month of trying to assemble pieces, getting the wrong primer, waiting for the weather to cooperate, and general malaise, The Garden At The End Of The Universe is getting underway!

The process so far has been:

Attempt to figure out where the sprinkler heads are so you don't put a bed over them and drown your plants.

After searching for a week, call up a guy who literally calls himself "Sprinkler Dave" and have him poke the box until they all are accounted for.

While Dave is poking the box, answer his questions about mRNA vaccines and urge him to get his ASAP. Sprinkler Dave agrees this is a good idea and the next time he is back, he has his vaccine sticker in the window of his truck. We are keeping Sprinkler Dave.

Mow lawn as short as possible and spread probably too much clover seed about two weeks late but hey it's still coming up and fixing nitrogen/keeping the water needs down.

Halfway through mowing, run out of gas.

Go to gas station

Get yelled at that "THE LIL 2-GALLON AIN'T GONNA GETCHYA THROUGH WHAT'S COMIN'!" by a neighbor with the same double-digit number of guns as IQ points.

"I just want it to get the lawn done.

Notice he is filling what appears to be a 120 gallon open-topped fish tank with gas. There is a box of saran wrap in the truck bed with it.

Remember that this is the neighbor that got arrested at fourth of July, thanksgiving and a gender reveal party in his yard for having the kind of explosives you need a license for, even if we weren't under a fire ban.

For the fourth time in as many months, call the police before this damn fool kills himself and the rest of the block.

Finish mowing and sowing.

Purchase galvanized steel pieces off moderately sketchy Garden supply online store.

Be delighted when the pieces arrive and they have sent you twice as many as you thought.

Attempt to paint galvanized steel pieces.

Learn you need primer.

Order latex aluminum primer.

Latex aluminum primer gets boat stuck sideways in the Suez canal.

Well, at least the weather is still cold and occasionally blizzardy, so its not like it will hold anything up.

Primer garden beds.

Explain to dogs that they do not need to help you with this.

Paint beds.

Watch Cooper's Hawk take a squirrel right off the fence while painting and cheer, much to the horror of your neighbor whose porch the squirrel is being eaten on. Sorry Linda.

Use shovel to dig small gap in the lawn and kick bed until it is wedged in and the top is mostly level.

Take leftover pizza and moving boxes and tear them into large chunks to mostly cover the lawn inside the beds. This helps kill the grass underneath, and keeps the water from immediately draining into the ground until the plants are big enough to bust through the cardboard themselves.

Get dirt.

Realize a Honda hatchback is not really a "hauling" vehicle, then drive home with probably way too much in it anyway.

Open up compost box.

Discover that compost is not nearly as fermented as you had hoped, but still progressing and full of friends like centipedes, worms, mushrooms and mice.

Tackle a corgi to keep him from eating a centipede. Idk if they're actually dangerous for dogs but I did not want to find out.

Watch corgi eat a nightcrawler worm like a spaghetti Instead. (Vet said that was ok).

Send dogs back inside for being a little too hakuna matata with the compost pile.

Traumatize Linda again when she asks you how your garden is going by holding up and enormous earthworm and gleefully telling her to " LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS LAD!!"

Mix equal parts topsoil and compost/manure to get dirt that has both dissolved nutrients and enough grit to keep it from getting compacted.

Retreat indoors from incoming thunderstorm and shave head.

Further updates as events warrant.

(if you want to support my garden or get the dogs "sorry you can't eat centipedes" treats, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi or PayPal, or if you think I'm funny, you can pre-order my book on Patreon. Thank you so much!)

[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

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[estherdedlock]

I love this description of The Secret History that I found from Newsweek:

“As far as I'm concerned, there are two types of readers: those who know that Donna Tartt's 1992 The Secret History is the finest debut in late 20th century American fiction and those whose opinion can be safely discounted. That collegiate murder mystery did not seem like the first effort of a young Bennington graduate not far removed from her Mississippi upbringing; rather, with its effortless erudition, graceful language and savage observation of human behavior, it read like Agatha Christie rewritten by Vladimir Nabokov, with just a splash of Animal House.”

The “savage observation of human behavior” really is one of my favorite things about The Secret History. It is so unsparing, and Donna Tartt never tries to soften it or make it more palatable---even when Richard is trying to do just that for his own sake.

Think about what happens during the plotting phase. Richard’s always described Bunny as something of a lout, but things really take a turn for the worse when Richard finds out he’s a real threat to the Greek class...and to this entire fantasy world that Richard’s so infatuated with. Suddenly, we hear a litany of Bunny’s egregious offenses that seem to have been going on for as long as Richard has known him.

What’s really happening here? Has Richard been stewing in anger at Bunny for months, but never said anything for fear of estranging himself from the group (remember that Charles said Henry and Bunny were “best friends”)? Can Richard only allow himself to loathe Bunny when he sees that everyone else loathes him, too? Or is Richard focusing on (and perhaps exaggerating) Bunny’s awfulness to make it easier to hate him...and so, easier to plot his murder, go through with it, and feel little guilt or remorse when it’s over?

It’s such a painfully truthful understanding of the way we actually think...as opposed to the way we like to think of ourselves. And most of us never recognize this behavior even when we’re in the thick of doing it.

Going off on a little tangent here, but I recently had a real-world example of this when I rabbit-holed myself into a forum devoted to "discussing” (i.e. mocking) social media influencers and their content. It’s not surprising that this exists, or that it’s off-the-charts vicious, but it IS extraordinary to see the way forum participants cloak their behavior in righteousness. As they gleefully shit on people, often in the most personal and needlessly grotesque ways, they justify themselves by claiming that the targets of their ire deserve it...why? Because they’re bad people.

It’s obvious that the pleasure of anonymous group cruelty is the attraction of these forums, so why not revel in that honestly? Why all the preposterous theatrics about how “dangerous” and “harmful” these influencers are? Well, for the same reason that Richard gives us page after page of Bunny’s transgressions. Just as Richard says he doesn’t consider himself an evil person, people on those forums don’t want to consider themselves nasty, petty, or cruel. Painting someone as a bad person lets you indulgently shower them with lurid insults and accusations. Painting Bunny as a contemptible asshole makes it acceptable for Richard to be accomplice to murder. It’s human nature.

Before Bunny’s murder, Richard ponders: “As fond as I was of the others, I was fond of Bunny, too, and

I would not have been nearly so quick to cast in my lot with the rest of them had he not turned on me so ferociously.”

Really? Because I think Richard would have cast in his lot with the rest of them no matter how Bunny had treated him. Richard uses, and most likely embellishes Bunny’s awfulness to justify his own cold-blooded brutality. Like so much of TSH, it is indeed a savage---and savagely honest---observation of human behavior. 

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#216

“Your dad just left to go to the Sheridan jobsite. We have a little bit extra time to do more than pit worship and piss drinking. Get that pussy face in there. It’s been hot and humid all morning. I’ve been sweating like a whore in church. It should be real rank. I certainly can smell it. Rub your fucking face. Don’t lick. I want my fucking scent on your face, not your tongue contaminating my scent. Atta boy. You really like real man stink don’t you?...

“My other pit needs attention. I want you to smell me constantly throughout the rest of the day. You’ll smell my rank pits one minute and then my musky ass the next. Oh yeah, we have the time. I’ve been thinking of you eating my sweaty crack throughout the morning. We’ll get to that in good time. Don’t forget to play with my nipples. You know they are wired to my cock. Both nipples. Softly now. I’m not one of those queers that pull and twist them. Here let me demonstrate on yours. Now don’t make a fucking sound and call attention to us. Feel my thumbnails digging in. Painful? Isn’t it? Your goal is to do the exact opposite. Yeah. That’s it. Soft. Quit fidgeting. The more pain I inflict on your titties, the gentler your touch should be. Softer. Oh… man… like that.

“Now look at my cock. It’s rock hard. We are going to do a few things different. You are still going to suck on me and drink my piss. You ever hear of a blumpkin? It’s when you give me head while I take a dump. We are in a port-o-potty after all. Get on your fucking knees. Move over let me sit down. Not much room in here. Take your time blowing me, and I’m not going to give you any advanced notice of me pissing in your mouth. You just know what to do; you’ve been drinking my piss for months. Now you get the extra bonus of doing it as I take a dump. Lucky you.

“Hey, you’ve wanted to do more with me. Not much we can do in a port-o-potty during a lunch break. Focus on what’s going on in your mouth, and not under it…. Fuck does this feel good. Your toilet mouth was made for servicing men. Real men. Urgg! When I see you walking around the job site looking for your dad, I don’t see anything other than two holes to piss and cum in…. Ugh! Ugh! Ah!...

“…I look forward to these Friday afternoons when I can use you the way you should be treated. Oh that felt good. You have a talented mouth. Now, it’s time for you to do the next thing. Lean back. You’ve eaten my ass before. You get to eat it again. Bitch, you are going to do this. You’ve cleaned off my cock after fucking you. This is no different. Now I’m going to hold your head in there. Next time you will be expected to gleefully eat my shithole.

“Let me feel that tongue. Atta boy. That’s it; tongue fuck me. This is now your job going forward. You ever hear of a rusty trombone? That’s when a bitch like you gives a reach around at the same time as a rim job. Feel how rock hard I am? More importantly, feel how much I am leaking. Slather that on my head. Get it really slippery.

“Between your tongue fucking my ass and the hand job, it’s not going to take me much time to cum. When I say so I want you to stand up, turn around, bend over slightly, and arch that back. Oh man. With your freehand play with my nipple. Softly. Oh so soft. Oh man. Oh fucking man. I’m getting close. So fucking close…. Fuck!… Get up and turn around now!. I’m going right to the root. My raw cock is ready to explode! Oh your cunt feels good. Get ready to be bred. Here it comes. Ahh Ahh Ahh, fuck yeah, ahh ahh… Ahhhhh. Damn, that felt good. Hold still. That’s a huge load, four days worth.

“I’m pulling out, you know the routine. Clean me off. Easy. Easy. You know I am sensitive. I want your cunt more often. I hear that we are going on to a new job site in the hills in a couple weeks. It will be a smaller crew. Your dad is putting me in charge. Ask him to be a part of it. The other guys are partiers. Your dad will want me to look after you. Now pull off my cock. Get dressed. Let me see if the coast is clear. As usual wait five minutes. And keep my load in you and my scent on you as long as you can. When you walk around and smell my pits and ass on your face, think about my load in your cunt. Think about how much of a goddamned faggot whore you’ve become.”

[momiji-bookhouse]

An Arm's Length Away [02]

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!reader

content: bodyguard!AU, fluff, mutual pining

words: 2.5k

a/n: This won't be very canon compliant, but I think you guys already figured that out.

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[Two]: Moonlight Rendezvous

➺ Some things are only visible under the cover of night.

There was a time when you and Kazuha were convinced that the both of you can go anywhere in the world. No bindings or restrictions can prevent you from exploring the places told to you through stories and tales, from the mystical snow-capped mountains of Dragonspine to the bustling, sleepless harbor of Liyue.

The two of you used to gobble these bits and pieces from the merchants and travelers from other regions as if though they are the finest of treats; so eager to learn more about the world beyond the borders of Inazuma that you used to have a map with a course charted for the journey you will one day embark on.

This, of course, was done in a time of childhood innocence. Of when the gravity of the positions you hold have yet to be understood or acknowledged.

Even as a citizen of the nation of eternity, you find yourself pondering the transience of time and how its unforgiving flow affects everything around you. Seasons come and go, houses and buildings are destroyed and built, the friends that you used to play with all grow up until the vestiges of a carefree childhood can only be seen briefly on their faces.

Many things change and become unrecognizable as they subject themselves to the whims of time.

But thankfully, some things – at their core at least – still remain the same.

You find yourself laughing gleefully as you lift your kimono up a bit to make running much easier, wholly uncaring about who can hear or see you. Kazuha is running beside you, slowing down his pace as usual to let you catch up to him, grinning at the wide smile on your face that seems to light up the night.

With nothing but the moon, the stars, and the wind to guide your way, you and him somehow find yourselves at the ruins at Araumi – the sparsely-placed stone pillars and shattered walls the only relics of what once stood there, they too corroded by time.

You sit down under one of the many sakura trees to catch your breath, peering upwards to see the pink – almost bleeding into purple – petals fluttering down. Kazuha catches one of them, letting it rest in the palm of his hand with a touch as light as a feather.

Meanwhile, you watch the shower of flowers, half-mesmerized. "Say Kazuha, if you can go anywhere right now, where would you go?"

He leans his head back to rest on the bark as he releases the petal to fly with the breeze. "They say that when you set foot in Mondstadt, you can feel the difference in the air. Lighter, some of them would describe. So pure and fresh that you feel almost weightless. Wine flows more abundantly than water and the sound of music at every corner."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" You tease.

"And speaking of wine..."

Your eyes widen when you see him take out a bottle of sake and two cups out of his bag. "Holy Archons, where did you get that from?"

Kazuha shrugs as he pours out the clear liquid. "I'm sure Ryota-san won't notice the disappearance of one bottle."

You chuckle as you take hold of the cup, already being able to see the confused expression on the chef's face as he goes over the pantry. You nod at him before bringing the cup to your lips to take a sip, the alcohol goes clean down your throat and leaving behind a slightly sweet aftertaste.

"I think I would like to visit Wangshu Inn." You say while swirling the liquid around. "I've always wanted to confirm whether or not it's true that you can see all the way to Mount Qingce and to the fabled abodes of the adepti at Jueyun Karst when standing on top of the inn. And with the amount of travelers passing by every day, maybe we can talk to some interesting people."

He hums, not commenting on your usage of we. "That's a long way to travel."

"We would need a boat for that." You suddenly chuckle as a thought comes to mind. "Remember that time we tried to build a raft?"

Kazuha laughs at the memories of chafed hands from tying wood logs with ropes and hours baking in the sun. "We managed to get to Amakane Island before someone told our parents two children were floating in the middle of the sea on a raft."

You shake your head with a smile, somehow able to smell the salty breeze of that very day. "I was confined to the estate for a week. I've never seen my father so angry."

You abruptly stop, your brain reminding yourself that wasn't the only time you were subjected to your father's silent wrath. There was in reality one incident that still make shivers run down your spine to this day.

Your silence does not escape the attention of Kazuha, who more or less can guess the reason behind it. A sudden urge to smooth the lines on your forehead pulls at his heartstrings and cause him to bring his hand up slowly. His mouth parts as it closes the distance ever so slightly between you and him, but once at the halfway point, the more logical part of his brain pulls him back.

He drops his hand onto his lap in quiet resignation and takes a swig of sake instead. Even under the cover of darkness, he does not allow himself to submit.

"Liyue sounds like a nice place to be." He tries to steer the conversation back. "I hear that Liyue harbor is much larger than the one at Ritou."

"It has to be, it wouldn't be called the place where a thousand ships dock otherwise." You hug your legs to your chest and rest your chin on your knees. "Mondstadt also sounds nice. I want to see the view from Cape Oath and watch as the dandelion seeds get scattered by the wind."

A moment of silence passes as you breathe in the moon-soaked night air, finding yourself envying the sakura petals and their freedom.

"Do you think we can see it one day?"

For a man blessed with a poet's tongue, Kazuha finds his words taken away by the wind, unsure of what to say in response.

"I would like to believe so." He finally settles, half-heartedly wanting to believe in his words while all too aware of the circumstances standing in the way.

"Me too." You whisper, echoing a wish once said, a promise made by two bright-eyed children under a flowering tree. "Me too."

Quiet descends, but you've never been too worried about finding ways to fill it with conversation when you're with him. Instead, you find solace in the space of the silence. You tilt your head slightly to look at him, moonlight caught in his platinum hair – drawing your eyes to the streak of crimson locks, reminding you of hazy autumn nights that feel like a dream.

You want to inch a little closer to him, perhaps close enough to be able to count the stars reflected in his eyes, but the sake bottle acts as a physical barrier between the two of you. You wonder if its placement is deliberate.

You choose to admire the flaxen moon instead. "I know we never thought things would turn out like this, and I would've done anything for things to be different. But right now, I'm just glad you're with me," you murmur.

"Life usually have the tendency to throw things at you when you least expected it. In times like those I do wonder if we're actually the masters of our fate as we pride ourselves to be. But if fate has dealt me this hand, then I'll face it with no hesitation. And besides, you make it tolerable," he says softly, more of a whisper, but you heard it nonetheless.

Both of you are grateful for the excuse the alcohol gives for the flush on your faces.

By the time you're getting back, you're yawning while holding onto your haori. Sneaking you back into your room through the window is an easy affair as it always is due to the sparse number of guards around the estate.

Your feet hit the floor without a sound, and when you turn around to say goodnight to him, you're dismayed at the hesitation gnawing in your stomach.

"Thank you, for spending some time with me," you mutter in a low voice to make sure no one hears.

"It's nothing, I just hope you're feeling better now." He says, occasionally looking around to see if anyone is approaching. "You know I believe in you, right (Y/N)? No matter what people say."

You suck in a breath, the way he says your name – without any title or honorifics – always managed to make your heart flutter in ways it shouldn't. You release the breath with a smile. "I know. Goodnight, Kazuha."

"Goodnight, my lady."

Once he is out of sight and his presence can no longer be felt, you return to the warmth and comfort of your futon, shaking off the chilly air clinging to your clothes by wrapping yourself in a blanket.

But sleep does not come easily. Instead, you stare at the ceiling, wondering how he can still believe in you after every vitriol and insults others have thrown at you. Does he not believe, even for a second, in the things that they accused you of doing? There are times when even the seed of doubt in your mind would plunge its poisonous roots deep inside and you would find yourself succumbing to the voices in your head.

But he pulls you back, and makes you want to believe.

Perhaps that is enough.

~~~~~

The morning should have gone like any other, and you're in the midst of preparing yourself for the question your aunt will ask you when Kana enters the room.

"Apologies for the intrusion, my lady. But there is a situation that requires your attention."

"What is it?" Sayuri asks, a hint of irritation thinly veiled behind her uninterested tone. Though she hides it well, your aunt is usually not in her best mood in the morning, and especially hates when she gets interrupted while taking her meal.

"One of the guards found a man passed out in front of the gates."

"What? Is he alright?" You say in shock and worry.

"Yes my lady, it seems that he only has some minor injuries. I would gather that the reason for his fainting has to do more with exhaustion."

"So, is he someone from the village?" Sayuri resumes eating her breakfast.

"Uh, no Lady Morimoto. I have never seen him at Konda. But from his clothes I gather that he is a wanderer of some sort."

"Oh." Your aunt proclaims flatly before letting out an inaudible sigh. "Bring him to the guest room. And since his injuries are minor, take care of them yourself Kana."

A few moments later when Kana has left the room and you've finished your meal, you stand up from the seiza position. 'I'll help her as well."

"(Y/N), don't do the servants' work for them."

"I'm not." You retort. "I just want to find out who he is. At least if we are allowing a stranger to stay in our house who should find out his identity, right?"

She makes a hmphm noise, but you're grateful that she says nothing else. You exit and walk towards the guest room, raising your eyebrows along the way as to why there seems to be more noise than usual outside. Was that someone yelping and meowing you hear?

You slide the shoji door open to see Kana already more than halfway done with bandaging the man lying on the futon. His blonde hair is splayed out on the pillow, with some strands framing a more youthful face than you initially thought. He may even be roughly the same age as you.

"Lady (Y/N)," Kana begins to say, but you quickly shake your head.

"Continue what you're doing Kana, I just want to see how our guest is doing."

You notice the smear of dirt clinging to his face and pick out the rag from the water bucket, squeezing the excess water out of it. You are in the middle of cleaning the rest of the dirt when you see his eyes scrunching up and low, grunting noises coming from him.

You retract the rag when he flinches for a moment. Then, he opens his eyes slowly, blinking as if to fully wake himself from a dream.

"Where am I? Did I die?" He says dreamily.

You had to suppress a grin when you heard that. "I hope not, because if you did, then I would have to rethink about whether I'm alive or not as well."

He turns his head sluggishly, blinking again when he sees you. "Are you sure? Or am I dreaming? I feel like I've only ever seen someone as beautiful as you in my dreams."

You give him a closed-eye smile and finish wiping away the smear on his face. "Yes, I'm sure. You're at the Morimoto Estate near Konda Village. The guards found you passed out right in front of the gates."

"Oh, huh. That makes sense, actually. Thank you, uh..."

"My name is Fujiwara (Y/N). The lady of the estate is my aunt, Morimoto Sayuri. And the person who helped bandage you is Kana." You gesture to her, who nods in greeting.

"Thank you, Kana. And pardon my intrusion, Lady Fujiwara."

You shake your head. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad you're not hurt too badly, um..."

"Right, I'm-"

Another audible cry is heard, accompanied with what sounds like a cat screeching in anger.

"Um, Kana, since when did we get a cat?"

"We have never had a cat, my lady."

The door slides open to reveal an out-of-breath Kazuha, sweat running down his face as he holds a snowy white cat in his arms. "Apologies for the noise. We were trying to catch a cat..." He trails off when he locks eyes with the man, eyes becoming round as a flash of recognition pass by them. "Tomo?"

"Kazuha?" He tries to sit up, only able to do so in his tired state with the help of Kana. Immediately, the cat leaps from Kazuha's arms into the blonde's lap, purring contently as it curls into a ball.

"You two know each other?" Your eyes flicker back and forth between Kazuha and...Tomo was it?

"We've met a few times," Kazuha says.

"We're fairly well-acquainted," Tomo adds, though the air of familiarity between the two men suggest to you that they have a closer friendship than hinted.

Your brows furrow as you wonder whether or not to ask how they met, but your train of thought is cut off by the sudden loud rumbling coming from the blonde's stomach.

You blink in surprise a few times before letting out a small chuckle. "You must be hungry. I'll have the kitchen prepare some food for you."

You gesture for Kana to follow you, glancing at Kazuha on the way out. He nods in acknowledgement, and you relax at his assuring gaze as you leave the two men to catch up.

When the footsteps have subsided, Tomo looks up at Kazuha with questioning eyes, and before he even opens his mouth, Kazuha can already guess the question his friend will ask.

"Now, care to tell me why you're here, Kazuha?"

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[kawaiiunderachiever]

Ace Alastor x ace Kris headcanon in "Reluctantly Playing the Devil’s Game"

This is the sheet I want to see more of, dancing chemistry with the radio man~ 😍😍😍

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Kris will never, if ever, admit to Alastor directly about how somewhat safe she feels around him, especially when they dance.

When she used to go to dances, she would feel a sexual energy emanating from her partnera and the people around her, the way they moved closer to her or stare her up anddown with wandering eyes. With demons, its even more prominent and scary, as if they were undressing her with their shameless staring. She loves to dance, but having a dance partner trying to make moves on her while they dance always puts her off.

With Alastor, its different.

He first dragged her into a dance when he hired a live jazz band to the hotel. She did not trust him at the time and wanted him as far away from her as possible.

"I-I'm not a much of a dancer." She said, trying to pry his hands off her but his clawed hands held her firmly. "Nonsense, my dear! Why I just witness you swaying and twisting to the music from the hall. Your foot work could use some work, of course, but you clearly have a sense of rhythm." She gives him a look and again attempts to push him away. "So what of it? I prefer dancing alone anyw--" His feet started moving to the music, pulling her along and holding her close with his hand unmoving from her arm and waist. Kris gaped at his smug smile and huffed in annoyance. She had no chose but to dance. With her eyes dotting around other people's dancing feet and looking at Alastor's, she quickly adapted to the dance style and danced to the rhythm of the upbeat dance music. She refused to look Alastor's face and tried to focus on the music and dance, keeping her eyes elsewhere. Her feet moved fine and didn't bump with his, but her hands and arms remained rigid as she maintained her distance from him.

"Why are you so tense, dear?" His radio like voice crackled so clearly into her ear that it caught her off guard and lost her footing. The hand on her waist supported her and pressed her chest to chest with Alastor. Her mind went into a slight panic, and violently shoved him off her. She stepped back breathing heavily and tried to recollect herself, while Alastor stood back and watched her with narrowed eyes. They stood their ground in the middle of the dance floor as everyone else danced about. Thinking back, she was surprised she was able to push him off and wondered why he would let himself be shoved like that. Standing up and straightening herself out, Kris faced the grinning demon.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude, but I..." she wanted to talk openly about her discomfort, but her fear of appearing vulnerable in front of Alastor and every demon present forced her to omit the truth. Crossing her arms she sighed, "I just don't like dancing with people, that's all." She again avoided his eyes but can feel him scrutinizing her like a bug under a microscope. He hummed before bending forward closer to her eye level to try and catch her gaze. Krist turned her head further away from him till he booped her head with the back of his mic.

"Ow! What the hell?" She turned to him with a hand over a forming bump on her head.

"That's for shunning me the whole time we were dancing, it's very bad dance etiquette to ignore your dance partner you know"

"But I didn't want to dance in the first place! Especially here of all places."

Alastor's eyes leered at her then around the room to the demons dancing suggestively on the dance floor. "Well, I understand your concerns about dancing with some of these boorish demons, but I am not like other demons Krist. So you can rest assured as I certainly treat my dance partners with respect." He quirks his head back with a crack to her while gleefully stepping into her personal space. "And I expect my dance partner to do the same!"

Kris looks on suspiciously, her body withdrawn and turned away from him. He takes a moment to assess her form before carefully bowing and extends his hand to her with a form of elegance, his smile welcoming but chilling. "Come now, dear human. I actually tolerate and enjoy your company here, the lest you can do is at least try to enjoy mine for just a few more songs."

Kris stared hard at Alastor and his out stretched hand. He didn't seem to be lying and appears genuine in wanting to dance with her. After several moments in thought, she resigned to his insistence placing her palm into his with caution. "Just a few songs, and thats it."

Alastor's grin perked up at that pulling her close into position. "That's the spirit!" He twirled her around and back into the rhythm of the music, like they never stopped. Unprepared, Kris's feet clumsily followed his lead, though to her surprise found her footing with ease as the pacing wasn't too fast or too slow. She looked up at Alastor who was watching her with an amused grin. "I've been dancing for centuries, my dear! I can lead even a cripple along the dance floor."

The corners of her mouth quirked up despite herself at the aburd statement. "But cripples can't dance?"

"Well, they can if they just put their back into it!" Laughing at the image in her head as they danced together, the tension from before completely fadeed into the background as the jazz music guided their steps. Alastor took the time to teach her moves to better follow him, and then swung her into the air her around at the next beat drop, which nearly gave her a heart attack. "Give me a warning in advance before you throw me around like a rag doll!"

He chuckled at her disheveled appearance and slowed the pace down so she could catch her breath.

"I was just testing to see how long you can follow my lead for." Kris rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I can barely keep up with you obviously. I told you I'm not a good dancer."

Alastor smiled confidently at her. "On the contrary, you're not too bad yourself! Not the best, but it certainly takes some skill to follow some of those turns, leaps, and twists I just made you go through."

"You wanted to trip me up, didn't you?" She glared at his widening smile.

"Well, my dear, it doesn't take much to make you fall head over heels for me!"

"Hilarious." She dead panned with a look that translated 'don't fling me again', gripping his hand and shoulder to prevent another unexpected dancing stunt. The demon chuckled fondly at the human. "But truly, I wouldn't mind dancing with you again and teaching you more dance moves from my human years anytime."

Kris blinked at him. Despite the their quarrels with each other due to their opposing moral beliefs, Alastor never failed to be gentlemanly with her which made her distrust him more so. But as of that moment, she couldn't help feeling touched by his offer. Remembering herself, she leaned her head against his broad shoulder to hide blush. "That's cool, eh, thanks."

"It's my pleasure!" His voice boomed through his chest as he talked loudly. After dancing slowly back and forth, a sense of peace and content was formed between them that she never felt with another dance partner or person of the opposite sex before. A few moments after the song ended, the two of them just swayed in place as the others departed and left for the snack bar and some drinks at Husk's bar. Alastor's face leaned close to hers and he murmured. "Next time, I can show you how to do the 'Charleston'."

"A what?"

"Oh golly, you don't know Charleston!? You have a lot to learn."

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Shameless plug in of my Hazbin Hotel fanfic! Havent posted in awhile cuz writing good is hard, but I'm always thinking of Alastor 🥰🥰🥰

[ailawritesfics]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓻𝔂

✎ hawks x gn!reader

✎ synopsis: It's your 3rd year anniversary and you wanted to surprise Keigo for a change.

✎ wc: 1.3k words

You woke up earlier than usual, the sun barely above the horizon when you shuffled out of bed, feet tossing over the mattress and pressing firmly onto the cold floor. Light shivers ran up your body, almost jolting you awake from your trance. The faint light of the city outside was shielded by closed blinds, it's still too early.

It's a saturday morning; Keigo's first day off in months, a day you both dedicated to in-bed meals, cuddling and netflix and chill. It's also your third year anniversary, a special day for the both of you. After rushing to get the job done, Keigo's long awaited day off conveniently landed on the day of your third year anniversary. You smile as you recall the memory of him returning home with the biggest grin you've ever seen, announcing that he'll finally be able to spend an entire day with you after being busy with hero work for so long.

He had promised to be up before you in favor of making you breakfast in bed, claiming that it has been quite a few months since he was able to serve your favorite dish followed by a quick peck on the lips and his oh-so-charming choo-choo-train as he offers to feed you.

He rambles on about what the two of you should do on your anniversary; listing down date ideas ranging from a dinner date at home to enjoying a night cruise. You love seeing his goofy grin, love seeing him so happy while he pampers you.

Today it's going to be different. Today you decided to be the one to make him breakfast, feed him, and be the one to pamper him. You want him to feel special as well, the same way he treats you that screams nothing but praises and chants of how important you are to him. You want him to know how important he is to you as well, just as much if not more than what he shows you.

Just as you were about to stand up to head to the kitchen, two arms wrap around your lower abdomen and pulls you back down, holding you firmly in place. A faint whine reaches your ears as the grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly when you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp.

"Babe, let go," Giggling lightly, you grab his arms with both hands and try to pry him off of you but to no avail. Your actions only earn a disapproving groan from the blonde and a tight squeeze, preventing you from escaping his restraints. "I need to make breakfast. I'm making your favorite but I can't make it if you won't let go."

"Don't go," Keigo whines as he nuzzles his cheek on your back, eyes still closed. " 's still too early, baby bird. Go back to sleep-- I wanna sleep."

"Then go back to sleep. I'll wake you when I'm done cooking, 'kay?" You hope your soft words would make the stubborn man relent and return under the covers to allow you to go through with your plans for today.

After a minute or two of silence Keigo finally withdraws his arms from your abdomen, not until after another whine comes from him.

Thinking that he's decided to go back to bed, you yelped when he suddenly wraps his arms over your chest and pulls you back down on the bed with him, the covers bouncing slightly from the sudden drop of weight. You hear him laugh gleefully behind you, you could practically hear the taunting, teasing jokes that will inevitably come after he calms down.

"Keigo!" You exclaim at him, trying to hold in the amused smile from your boyfriend, hands tugging on his arms that's still holding on to you.

His rushed apologies and laughter fill the silence of the room as he holds you closer. You don't respond out of annoyance from his stubbornness, making him chuckle, amused by your attitude towards him. It's not rare to see you get annoyed by his antics, it's happens quite frequently actually, especially with how rowdy and playful he is when he's alone with you.

Craning your neck to look at him, you decide to play along. You playfully pout at him, making sure he sees your expression before glancing away and burying your face in the pillows with a soft whine.

"Aw, don't be like that, song bird," Keigo hums as he raises a hand up to your face, brushing through locks of your hair, twirling strands through his fingertips before scooting closer towards you. "I was only teasing. I didn't mean to upset you."

No response.

"Baby bird?" He hums once more but he was met with silence.

He moves closer to you again, pressing your body against his. The way he holds you close, the way you fit perfectly in his arms as he cradles you makes him think that you definitely were made for him. That the two of you were meant to be. Maybe he was full of himself for thinking that he deserves you but he couldn't care less, not when having you near him makes him feel like he's the happiest and luckiest man in the world.

"You're making breakfast." You huff at him as you turn over, e/c eyes staring into golden ones. The same golden eyes you always felt so lost in whenever you gaze at them. You love his eyes, from the very first glance until present.

Keigo hums, nodding twice with a small smile on his lips. "That's what I was hoping for," He said. "You just lay here, get some more sleep and I'll wake you in a bit. You'll be having breakfast in bed today, baby bird."

"How sweet," You giggle at him, "Just try not to burn the kitchen down like last time."

"Correction, I almost burned the kitchen down and that was not my fault-- it was the stove's. How should I know which knob turns on which?"

"You should know because you've lived here for far longer than I have." You wriggle out of your boyfriend's grasp, sitting up to fix your hair.

Keigo whines at the loss of touch but sits up alongside you either way. "I always ate out before we shared the penthouse so I never got the chance to use the stove until recently, you know that, song bird."

The look on Keigo's face makes you rethink your decision, should you take a nap or supervise the man-child sitting in front of you to prevent a house fire?

He wants you to rest while he prepares you breakfast, you have no qualms woth that if he had been a better and more reliable cook. You had left him in the kitchen before and he managed not to burn down the penthouse and he seems to really want to make breakfast for you--

"Why don't we make breakfast together? We're already both awake, it'd be a waste if I go to sleep now." You suggested, emphasizing the first sentence you told him. The thought of being able to make a meal together with Keigo thrills you, enough to make a grin form on your lips. You move over to him, crawling on all fours before settling in his lap. "What do you think? Should we just cook together?"

Keigo hums, "I'd like that."

He glides his hands over the dip of your hips, caressing your body over the thin layer of cloth. You lean into his touch, moving to lay your head on the crook of his neck and breathing in his sweet scent. You unconsciously smile, excited for what's to come.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Naruto getting married

Anon: Omg omg bro I just saw the amazing and wonderful art of naruto in a white dress and it just got me thinking. Could you do naruto and his alpha getting married pllleeeaaassssee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺I also wanna show you the picture soo badd he's so beautifullllllll

(Omg tag me in this 🥺I want to see!!! Naruto is so so beautiful you’re absolutely right and I love him and this was so far down my writing list but I just really wanted to write it anyway. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3)

I wrote for a Western wedding because I have no idea how Japanese weddings work (although I’m taking a degree in Japanese rip)

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

This boy will never admit it, but he always dreamt of getting married when he was a child.

When he was really young, he asked the Sandaime why people get married and the Hokage told him that marriage is what two people did when they loved each other more than anyone else.

Naruto always wanted someone to love him and so he clung to this in a similar (but less extreme) way, to how he clung to his dream of becoming Hokage. 

He always imagined his future self as the most badass ninja/Hokage with  a beautiful mate/spouse and some little prankster pups who would love him and who he would love unconditionally in return. 

And so when his alpha finally proposes to him.

This man goes a bit crazy.

As soon as the shock wears off, you suddenly get bombarded with him shouting about a thousand different things he wants at the wedding, and what food there should be, and “Do you think they sell orange wedding cakes?”.

He wants an insanely big and extravagant wedding.

It’s probably best to just humour him.

Proposal:

You were already mated to Naruto when you proposed.

Naruto lowkey believes in soulmates and when you had been courting for about a year he knew you were his. 

His very next heat came around, and boom, you were mated. 

You proposed about a year and a half after that, spurred on by Naruto’s less than subtle hints about it.

Naruto loved being around his friends and he also loved positive attention, so the idea for your proposal came naturally. 

You threw a get together for him and his closest friends. Good food, plenty of drinks and board games.

Naruto was laughing and smiling all night. He teamed up with you for the games, sitting on your lap the entire time. 

He used this vantage point to demand congratulatory and commiserative  kisses everytime something happened in the game. You could feel him smiling into the kiss each time.

The plan was working perfectly so far. 

As the evening began to wind down, you stood up, immediately garnering the attention of everyone in the room.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as all the eyes in the room settled on you. Sakura gave you a thumbs up behind Naruto’s shoulder.

‘You got this!’ She mouthed, eyes twinkling with excitement. With her encouragement in mind, you took one final deep breath before beginning.

“Sorry to interrupt you all, but there’s one more thing I have to do before everyone goes home.” You started, successfully avoiding any unfortunate stutters or out of control nervous scents.

Naruto furrowed his brows at you, confused. You only smiled, silently telling him to wait. 

“I have an... announcement of sorts to make.” 

“Then get on with it.” Drawled Shikamaru, smirking at you from the corner. You glared at him for teasing you, but he was too busy dodging a ‘shut up’ punch from Sakura to notice.

“As you all know, I’ve had the honour of being mated for Naruto for almost two years now,” You focused your gaze onto your mate, watching him perk up at the mention of his name. “and I have been madly in love for every minute of it.” You paused thoughtfully. “Even the minute when he drank out of date milk and threw up all over my bed.” 

Naruto went red as his friends giggled at him. He let out an embarrassed whine as you joined in the laughter. 

“You didn’t have to tell them that!” He groaned, voice muffled from the cushion he had temporarily buried his face in. 

“What I’m trying to say, is that when I met Naruto my life changed forever, for the better. I can no longer fathom a life where I could live without him.”

You turned to address Naruto directly. He was watching you closely. Maybe he was starting to guess where this was going.

“When I wake up next to you, when we invent terrible ramen flavours together, when I bandage you after training because you tried to show off and hurt yourself,” You laughed breathily. “Those are the moments when I am the happiest. The common denominator is you, Naruto, my beloved mate.”

No one else in the room mattered now apart from you and Naruto. You took one final breath to steel yourself, before dropping on one knee. Naruto gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth. 

“Which is why I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.” You pulled the ring box out of your pocket, opening it to reveal a simple golden band. 

“Will you marry me, Naruto?”

Naruto nodded furiously, his bottom lip wobbling as his eyes filled up with tears.

“YES! YES! YES! A thousand times yes!!” 

Naruto threw himself into your arms as his friends applauded and whooped in the background. You caught him with a happy laugh, leaning to kiss him. Naruto reciprocated enthusiastically, earning a few wolf whistles from his friends.

Naruto’s scent was that of pure sugar and you revelled in it, certain that your own was the same. Eventually you pulled away from the kiss, wiping a tear from Naruto’s eye, cradling his face gently in your hands.

“A toast,” Chouji’s voice called out, interrupting your thoughts. “To the newly engaged couple!” 

All your friends cheered, raising their glasses in a toast to your engagement. 

“May their love last forever!”

You laughed gleefully. Forever indeed.

Planning:

Naruto has a lot of ideas and a lot of passion, but not so much in the planning skills department. 

I hate to say it, but Naruto is a little bit of a Bridezilla type. A cute one though, so that’s better?

He really really wants a lot of random specific stuff that he dreamt about as a child, but he’s not good at organising it so you get a lot of:

“Alphaaaaa, can you book [insert incredibly specific wedding thing]?”

“Alpha, alpha, alpha, can you find a [insert incredibly specific wedding thing] for me, please???”

Here is a list of some, not all, of the things Naruto wants for his wedding. Bolded are ‘no compromises allowed’.

A traditional, white wedding dress (He knows he can wear whatever he wants, but his life has only ever been atypical and he just really wants a traditional white male omega wedding dress.)

An orange wedding cake (Naruto wants an orange wedding cake, but he can be persuaded to settle for orange detailing instead of the solid orange monstrosity he originally wants.)

A ramen course ( he wants one of the courses to be ramen of course! The idea of a really expensive, fancy ramen course just makes him melt with excitement. Nobody is surprised when they see ramen on the menu.)

A big wedding (He will invite the whole village if you allow him to. Ultimately though, as long as there’s room for every friend he’s ever had, he’s happy.)

Double barrelling your surnames (He really wants to take your name. Now that you’re married and mated, you’re a team for life and he wants that reflected in your names, but he also spent most of his life without family, and his name is one of the only connections he has to his mother. As such, he would never be able to lose it completely.)

A stag do/bachelor party (He just thinks it would be fun to get together with his other omega friends. He wants to hang out with his friends and wedding party for a night without anyone being away on missions for once.)

A honeymoon in Konoha (Naruto doesn’t want to travel for his honeymoon. Konoha is his home and his favourite place to be, so he wants to be there. If you desperately want to travel, you could probably organise a half-and-half style honeymoon. Half in Konoha, half wherever you want.)

Two empty chairs for his parents during the service (He has lost so many people, he could never leave empty chairs for them all. He keeps everyone he’s lost in his mind on his wedding day, but his parents are the ones he misses the most on his special day. When he looks at the empty chairs, he likes to think that they would be proud watching him get married.

The Wedding:

Naruto is fully bouncing off the walls.

He’s so excited. And nervous. But excited.

He gets ready and when he gazes at himself in the mirror, he feels amazing. As a child, he always thought he would cover his whiskers with make up, thinking they were on of the reasons people treated him differently. But now, as he stares at his reflection, he wears his whisker marks proudly.

Everyone pitched in to make the wedding perfect. Ino with the flowers, Chouji with the food, etc.

The wedding was kind of a bizarre mix. Some parts were strictly traditional and other parts were... orange. 

Naruto had plenty of fireworks set up to go off in the evening, and this ended up being one of his favourite parts of the day.

Naruto asked Iruka to walk him down the aisle about a month befpre the wedding. Iruka 100% cried when that happened. And then Naruto cried because Iruka was crying, it was an adorable mess. 

You got married outside. The sun was so bright, and the weather was warm but with a slight breeze. 

Naruto and Iruka wait just out of everyone’s view. When they send the signal, everybody stands.

You watched in awe as your mate turned the corner, grasping tightly at Iruka sensei’s arm.

He was stunning.

The sunlight reflected off his blond hair like light off of water, his white dress adding to the blinding effect. Naruto had refused to tell you what he would be wearing today, but this was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. 

As he reached the end of the aisle, your mate gave up on being graceful, running the last few steps and throwing himself into your embrace. You caught him easily, twirling him around. Laughter rang through the hall.

“You look stunning.” You whispered in his ear, gently stroking up and down his arms.

“So do you.” He grinned in return.

The ceremony flew by. You had tried your hardest to listen, but you couldn’t stop staring at your mate instead. His eyes were always one of your favourite of his physical features, but they had looked especially magical today. 

Before you knew it, it was time for your first dance.

You hadn’t planned anything and you certainly didn’t take any lessons, so it was just you and him, in each others’ arms, swaying together to the music. 

Naruto felt warm in your arms as you swayed. You took a moment to nuzzle your face into his scent glands, pressing a firm kiss to his mating mark while you were there. Naruto hummed in delight, holding onto you even tighter.

“My omega. My mate. My husband.” You breathed into his ear, knowing how much he loved his new title.

Naruto shivered and purred in response. “I love the sound of that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You laughed, using the distraction to twirl him. Naruto completed his twirl before trying to twirl you as well. 

Other couples soon began to join you on the dance floor, but you and Naruto only had eyes for each other. 

“I love you, more than anything else in this world Naruto, never forget that.”

“I love you, too. Forever, I promise.”

“Do you love me more than ramen?”

“What? Can’t you just be happy with second place?”

“Narutoooo.”

“Fine... Joint first.”

“I hate you.”

Naruto barked out a laugh at the look on your face.

“No, you don’t.”