#But then I put it away and went back to analyzing the world and her externally lol
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momo x reader - “it’s you” (warnings: smut[dom reader], angst with happy ending, sexual boundaries being pushed, crying, self deprecation, fingering, oral, heavy jealousy, spanking, cursing, degradation, slight praise, i feel like i’m forgetting something else…)
a/n: req!(“I’m obsessed with concept of being friends with benefits where the reader or member secretly has feelings for the other and gets jealous. If you could, could you do another friends w/ benefits but with Momo?”)okay, idk how this turned into angst like literally i went into it just wanting to make it rough sex. i rolled with it though, if it sucks pls tell me to stfu and stick to smut. hope you like this train wreck, mind you this was entirely written in 2 hours on a plane so like🙏
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low moans fill your dorm room as the sweat makes your hair stick to your forehead. with your face between her thighs, momo’s sickeningly sweet scent engulfs your nose. you praise her every sound, “just like that, you sound so pretty,” you coo, “you’re doing so well for me.”
her release comes with a gasp and you greedily lap up everything spilling out of her. your tongue glides up and down her folds, devoted to letting her completely give out.
you come up, wiping your mouth with your fingers and licking her off of them. “you were wonderful as always.”
“hm.” she’s still not thinking clearly, her attempt at a response coming out as a moan. you laugh and get up to find your clothes.
“are you leaving?” she sits up in bed, wiping her hair out of her face. “we’ve been in here too long, they’re going to wonder what we’re doing.” she flops back down. “i’ll be out there in a few.”
after you put all your clothes on, you walk to the door. your hand lays on the doorknob motionless for a few seconds, deciding on whether it should turn it or not.
if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t want to leave.
momo completely consumes every one of your thoughts. there’s not a single event in your day that you don’t connect to her. you can’t wait for the one or two hours a day you get to have her all to yourself, even if she just sees it as sex. when you’re with her, you swear the world outside could end and you wouldn’t notice. she has become your everything, but you’re not the same to her.
to her, you’re just a friend she casually fucks. nothing more, nothing less. of course you feel incredibly lucky that you at least get to have this, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t yearn for more.
you want to tell everyone she’s yours and only yours, on all fronts.
but you can’t just bring it up to her, you would never be able to move on if she rejected you. even on days when she’s especially clingy and really makes you think she wants the same thing, you still tell yourself you’re over-analyzing.
“did you freeze?” she asks from behind you. you push the door and walk out, not making eye contact with her.
you start making your way to the kitchen to drink water and run into dahyun on the way there. “do you know if momo is in her room?” “she is.”
she walks away, but turns around again before leaving. “is she alone?”
‘why do you care?’
you think to yourself, of course you don’t respond with that, but it takes a great deal of self control not to.
“yes, she is.” you give her a fake smile and continue on your way to the kitchen.
“you’re so great at hiding when you’re angry.” mina teases as soon as she sees you. you roll your eyes at her and grab a glass of water. “were you with her just now?”
mina is the only person you’ve told about you and momo, your feelings for her included. it’s not that you don’t trust your other members; you just trust mina the most. with the others, there’s always a possibility that they might let it slip when they don’t mean to, but you know mina it’s ditzy enough to do that.
“yes.” you take a sip of your water and look down, trying to avoid mina’s gaze. “i’m tired of speaking to you about this, you know you’ll have to confess eventually. you’re destroying yourself, y/n.” she might not be telling anyone, but she sure as hell loves to hammer you about it.
“i know,” you sigh, “but how?” she walks beside you and pulls you into a hug. “you know what i have to say to that.” “yeah, yeah, whatever ‘it doesn’t matter how.’” she’s right, you’re very aware of that, but can’t bring yourself to do it.
“i’m going with everyone else, you coming?” you tell her you’ll be there shortly and let her leave. you stay sitting and contemplating your situation for a few more minutes until you decide to join your fellow members.
as soon as you walk into the living room your eyes dart towards momo, curled up next to dahyun. it instantly makes you see red, and very noticeably apparently because mina shoots you a knowing look.
you sit right across from them, glaring at them. you grit your teeth every time dahyun rubs momo’s leg or turns to whisper in her ear. you know that you all have a very close bond, and this is by no means out of the ordinary, but you can’t handle it when it involves with momo.
you also know she’s allowed to be with other people if so she desires, but if that’s what’s happening, is she really that shameless?
“y/n!?” jihyo yells beside you and you jump. “are you listening or just sitting there?” you are, in fact, not listening, too focused on the two people in front of you.
“sorry, i’m listening.”
“so what do you think?” you stare at her in confusion and your lie becomes evident. “ugh, never mind. i was saying that…” you tune her out again as you watch momo toss her head back in laughter at something dahyun said.
nothing could possibly be that fucking funny.
an hour passes of the same thing; momo and dahyun’s antics being met with your cold stare. that’s why you don’t waste a second when momo gets up and heads to the bathroom.
you make sure nobody can see down the hallway and follow her. she almost shuts the door, but you push it pack and step inside with her.
“oh sorry, i didn’t notice you.” she says, a fake pout on her lips.
“save it.” you walk closer to her, pushing her back until her ass hits the counter. “do you get off by being a slut on display, huh? does having people watch you be a whore turn you on?”
she smirks at you, acting like she’s completely unaware of what you’re saying. you see right through her, her rosy cheeks and labored breathing tell you she’s already dripping.
“what do you mean, are you jealous because of dahyun? do you not like seeing her touch me?” she gets really close, you can feel her breath on your neck.
fuck, even if you can tell what she’s doing, she knows how to push your buttons.
you grab her waist and turn her around, slamming her hips against the counter. she lets out a whine, but you’re too deep in your head to worry about whether it was in pain or pleasure.
“me, jealous?” you laugh, holding her in place, bent over the counter for you. “i just feel so bad for you. are you really that desperate? one girl isn’t enough, you need two?”
you rip off her shorts and panties, delighting in their soaked state. as soon as her ass is exposed, you land a hard hit on it. her back arches and you spank her again, harder. she whimpers with each slap and you can see her pussy growing wetter.
“that gets you really excited, look at that.” you dip your fingers between her folds, a silky string of her glistening slick attached to them when you take them off.
you grab her wrists behind her back, pulling her up by her hair at the same time. you think maybe you’re being a little too rough for a second, but your jealousy completely blinds you.
you shove her once again, against the door this time. you angrily let go of her hair and your hand flys to her ass, spanking her again. your own pussy throbs when you can perfectly make out your hand print on it.
“ow, y/n…” a tears rolls down her cheek and you chuckle at her. “oh c’mon, i thought you liked being treated like a bitch.”
another tear comes, then another. you’d normally ask her if she was alright, but you’re truly not yourself in this moment. seeing her so close with dahyun awakened something you didn’t know you had in you.
you fingers dive right into her entrance without teasing or warning, making her cry out.
“y/n, that hurts!”
her tears don’t stop. you’ve never been this way with her, but now you’re thinking you should’ve done this sooner. she looks absolutely stunning breaking down for you.
“crocodile tears, you know you love this.” she sobs, whining every time your fingers harshly re-enter her.
“they’re not, please…”
you hear her, but you don’t process what she’s saying. “oh shut the fuck up, whore.” another slap on her ass, right on top of the red handprint from before.
“stop, please, stop!”
only when she’s repeatedly begging you to stop do you remove your fingers and ease up, realizing you were basically cutting off her breathing with how hard you were pressing her against the door.
her legs immediately give out on her and she nearly falls to the ground, but you catch her before she does so.
you’re still in shock at what you just did, muttering countless apologies to her. she doesn’t react, just cries.
you hurriedly put her clothes back on and lead her to her bedroom, looking down the hallway to make sure none of the other girls can see you.
you lock the door when you step inside and carry her to the bed. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” your own tears form in your eyes, you feel like a monster. why are you crying? you’re the one who did this to her. if you love her so much, why’d you do this?
“momo, i’m sorry.” her sobs keep coming, each one deepening your wound even more.
“why were you like that?” she asks, wiping some of the still cascading tears from her face. you stay silent, too ashamed to give her an honest reply. “i don’t deserve an answer?”
“i went too far, i’m sorry.” you turn away, not wanting her to see your tears. she pulls your shoulder and makes you face her. “but why?” your heart breaks as you get a good look at her beautiful eyes completely bloodshot, and her rosy cheeks red and sticky with tears.
“because i’m a fucking idiot, and i kept things in for too long, and i just let them all pour out in the worst way possible. i’m sorry momo, i’m so, so sorry.” you break down, sobbing just as hard as she is. “i’ve,” you think about your next words very carefully, “i’ve loved you for so long, momo. i didn’t know how to say it. my incompetence just ended up hurting you, i’m so sorry.”
you feel even worse as her hand trembles on your cheek, wiping away the tears. you take it into your own, turning your face to kiss it.
“you’re not incompetent,” you cut her off. “no, don’t console me, i’m not the one in need of that.” she moves closer to you, settling in on your shoulder and grabbing both of your hands in hers. you can still see the tears falling from her eyes and onto her lap, only serving to make your own sorrows multiply.
“i haven’t been the brightest either.” you turn your face to look at her and she does the same. “asking you to just have sex with me seemed easier than asking you to be my girlfriend.”
you’re in utter shock for a few seconds, her sentence hitting you like a train.
all of this performing and going around in circles you’ve been doing for so long because you thought she didn’t feel the same way, you could’ve skipped all of that?
you should be ecstatic about this, but you won’t let yourself. you hurt her, you hurt her really bad. how could she ever forgive you?
“i’m so sorry i didn’t say anything sooner.” she starts audibly crying again and buries her head into your neck. you lift her face up, holding it in your hands. “why are you apologizing? don’t do that, please, don’t apologize to me for anything.”
for the first time in however many months this has been happening, she crashes her lips into yours. kissing always felt like a thing for couples in a weird way, which you both stressed you weren’t.
“momo…” she closes the distant between you two again, making your lips connect. you don’t try pulling away this time, you let her take the lead. the kiss is deep and passionate, perfectly matched to her lips. right now, her lips feel infinitely better on your own than they do anywhere else on your body. she’s heavenly; too good for you.
“momo, i’m so sorry.”
“i forgive you, y/n, i’ll always forgive you.”
more tears spill out of your eyes, how could she forgive you? “you can’t do that.”
her own tears still stain her face as she grabs your shirt into a fist, making you foreheads touch. “you do not get decide that for me.” she pauses to kiss you again. “i want you, i want you so bad, and you’re not going to pull away now that i know you feel the same way.” she sniffles, looking into your eyes while coming up with her next words.
“please don’t pull away.” you take her into your arms, you both still gasping for air from crying.
“i won’t.”
you wipe the hair from her face, wanting to admire every little detail.
“i love you so much, i’ll never make you feel like that again, i promise.”
she looks at you with pure admiration in her eyes.
“i love you too, and i believe you.”
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬.
KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER
❥SYNOPSIS: as the years went by, bakugo realized that he was the last to get married. the days grew cold and the nights turned lonely. bakugo want's to marry, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. at least he has his trustee secretary!
❥: CHAPTERS
❥ WARNINGS: implied fem reader, aged-up!, Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, sexual themes, suggestive wording, and content
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CHAPTER 4: LOVE LANGUAGE; AWKWARD...
"get to know the damn girl."
You couldn't move; you couldn't speak; you couldn't think.
Your mouth was agape, trying hard to wrap your mind around the words your boss had spoken to you. Your hands frozen to your sides as you stared into his amber eyes.
Blinking, you began to register the words you just heard, "Did you just say... marry me?" Your eyes squinted in disbelief as you looked at the man ahead of you, rolling his eyes. He raised his arms in the air and patted them back down with force, giving you a deadpan look.
"Oh my god, you're serious," you let out a breath, frantically beginning to pack your things away. Your breath was shaky as you kept tripping over your own feet.
"Damn it," the hero groaned.
Placing his hand over his face, he let out a sigh. "You can just say no," he said dryly, a wave of embarrassment washes over his as he notices your fearful expression as you shot up to look at him. Your eyes were filled with uncertainty and confusion.
"Listen, I just need some time to think about this... t-this is a lot," you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts.
He nodded understandingly, "S'fine, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," he replied, his voice softer now.
As you continued to gather your things and hurriedly left the room, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The offer to marry your boss, a pro-hero you admired and respected, was unexpected and overwhelming.
Over the next few days, you struggled to make sense of your feelings. On one hand, you were flattered and amazed that he would even consider you for such a significant decision. On the other hand, the thought of marrying someone you worked for and admired professionally was daunting.
You found yourself questioning your own feelings, wondering if you were just caught up in the moment or if there was something deeper. As you weighed the pros and cons, you couldn't help but analyze your interactions with him, trying to decipher any hidden meaning or intentions.
Sitting alone in your dining room, you couldn't help but think things over. Aimlessly watching the news, mind blank watching headline after headline, bottom lip poking out ever so subtlety. Knees buried to your chest as you hug your legs, you slowly look over at the empty wine glass. With a sigh you grab the bottle and pour yourself another glass.
You were a small-town girl who had come to the big city to chase her dreams. On the other hand, there was a highly trained pro-hero, cold and strong yet hardworking and reasonable. It felt surreal that he had proposed to you, considering how different your worlds seemed to be.
You had no ties to villains, at least not that you were aware of, and you certainly had no ulterior motives to harm or destroy him. You were as regular and ordinary as they come. So, the question lingered in your mind:
Why you?
"Breaking news on our daily superstar segment! Pro-hero Dynamight seen a countless of times with multiple women. Appearing to being on a date..."
Eyes widening you slowly place your glass down on the table and listen intensely to anchorwoman on the screen. "seems like the hero is on a loving spree! Now tell me ladies, do you think you have a shot?-"
With a press of a button, the screen goes black. Slamming the remote back on the table, you grab your wine bottle and glass and stomp towards your room.
"Going out with other women, and you just proposed to me? Yeah, what a fuckin' bachelor you are," you muttered, each word laced with a dose of venom as frustration welled up within you. You slammed the remote back onto the table, trying to block out the images on the screen.
Walking towards your room, clutching the wine bottle and glass, you felt a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt. The proposal had blindsided you, and now you were faced with this news about him dating other women.
Crashing onto your bed, you took another swig from the glass, trying to drown out the conflicting thoughts in your head. But as you swallowed down the whole glass, a moment of clarity hit you.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" you mumbled to yourself. Seriously, what was wrong with you? You didn't understand why you had made such an outburst. After all, you barely knew the guy, let alone had any deep feelings for him.
Feeling overwhelmed, you put the empty glass down and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was the shock of the proposal, or perhaps the clash of two very different worlds colliding. Regardless, you realized that you needed some time to sort out your emotions and thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, you decided that you would approach the situation with a clear mind. You would have an honest conversation with him, and perhaps, in doing so, you would better understand your own feelings and motivations.
Continuing to pour another glass, you place the bottle on the floor and swirl the red liquid around. Eyelids heavy as you roll your eyes, "whatever" you slur out. Before your lips could touch the glass, your phone lights up with a buzz.
Looking over, you crawl over to your nightstand and grab your phone. Looking at the screen your heart begins to beat fast, it's your boss.
Mr. Dynamight:
Be ready by 6
Eyes widening, you turn your phone off and place it screen-down, not even bothering to respond to any messages. Placing your glass on the floor, you bury yourself under the covers, hoping to sleep away your problems.
As morning arrives and the sun begins to rise, your alarm breaks through the peace of your one-bedroom apartment. Turning under the covers, you let out a groan and shuffle out of your bed.
As you get ready for your day, you can't stop thinking about the situation at hand. Why ddi he exactly choose you out of all the other girls dying to even get a simple look in the eye?
You consider yourself pretty attractive from your own standpoint, having had multiple relationships and even experiencing the occasional catcall. But none of that seemed relevant in this complex situation.
Maybe you should get in touch with one of his emergency contacts or call his doctor. Dynamight obviously isn't in his right mind, usually after a certain amount time for the average pro-hero they start to show signs pf mental instability...maybe he's an early bloomer?
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pause for a moment. Your briefcase in hand, and your clothes neatly pressed, you frown and head out the door.
As you walk to the nearest bus stop, you glance at your phone with a frown. "Too early in the morning," you complain as the clock reads 5:45 AM. You had no idea why you had to be at work so early, and you're still fighting a minor hangover.
BEEP BEEP
Suddenly, the blaring sound of a car horn rings through your ears, startling you. Frantically looking around, you try to locate the source of the sound. Clutching your briefcase and bags tightly for a sense of protection, you see an unexpected face.
"Morning, L/n!" a voice yells out.
Startled, you look ahead and see your co-boss, Mr. Riot. "What the hell are you doing at the bus stop? Didn't you get the text?" he says with a hint of humor.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly walk up towards the passenger side of the car. "Morning to you too, Mr. Riot," you say softly. Pausing for a moment, you crouch down to look deeper into the car to find its driver.
Your heart skips a beat as you look into a set of amber eyes. "Morning, Dynamight," you say, quickly rising back up without waiting for a response.
"I saw the text, be ready at the office by 6, correct? Did you need me there earlier or--"
"Get in the car," Dynamight's voice cuts through the air, his deep rasp still evident from his morning voice. Without any questions asked, you grab the door and enter the car.
As you rode into the city, the atmosphere in the car is tense, and you're not sure what to expect from this impromptu ride with your boss and co-boss.
"How'd you sleep?" Red Riot breaks through the tension effortlessly, his eyes looking over you as you give him a warm smile. "Um, pretty okay, I guess… hangover," you say with an awkward chuckle. This earns a laugh out of the high-spirited hero.
"You? Hungover? That's new! What the hell happened to you--"
"Well, don't do it again, because from now on you'll be getting these rides often," Dynamight cuts through the air once more. "Oh no, trust me, I'll be fine. I don't need a ride!" You respond. "If I come back tomorrow and see you at that bus stop, I'm firing you," Dynamight threatens with ease.
Before you can even try to protest, the car comes to a sudden halt. Grabbing onto the back of the passenger-side seat, you gasp. Blinking your eyes, you look around and see that you're at the back of the private parking structure.
Without another word, Dynamight rolls down his window and hands his keys over to an assistant. Stepping out of the car, he looks down at the female worker, "Are you new?" he asks. The woman nods, and Dynamight nods back, "If I catch you taking anything, or if I see a small dent or scratch, you're fired."
Walking away, you look over at the assistant as you step out of the car. Apologizing with a bow, you quickly walk behind your boss. Arriving at the elevator, another assistant is there, looking at you expectantly.
"Give them your stuff," Dynamight says, looking at you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words. "I'm fine. I can carry these on my own," you say. Looking at your boss, you notice his signature "pissed off" frown. Before he can open his mouth, his trusted colleague lets out a loud sigh.
"Just give him your damn bags," Red Riot says defeatedly. Before you can hand them over, the assistant snatched them from your hands. With a gasp, you're then pushed into the elevator.
Day in, day out, the same thing, over and over again.
You were picked up by your boss, dropped off by your boss, your every move monitored through his own lens. And you grew sick and tired of it.
Today, the two of you walk into his office. In the corner of your eye, you see the same assistant place your things down on the small coffee table. Giving the assistant a bow, you begin to take your belongings out and organize them as planned.
As time goes by, the sound of you typing on your keyboard fills the room and adds to the white noise. Occasionally, you share a glance with the pro-hero. Typing out a few more important documents, you place your laptop on the table and head for the printing room.
As you walk to the printer, you notice a lot of looks from the staff around you. The sea of eyes pierces from your back and straight into your heart. You were used to a couple of stares here and there, after all, you had one of the more confidential roles in the office.
As you turn into the printing room, you find a line of workers at the printer; it must be backed up today.
"Have you seen the secretary?" a female worker says, and your eyes perk up at the mention of you. "No… why?" another female worker responds.
"I took the bus today, and I saw her riding with Dynamight and Red Riot. How do you think that happened, hm?" she says. "And you wonder why she's been here for this long," the other woman laughs.
"I mean, I thought I was the only one who noticed. How can you walk around in heels and a shorter skirt than the rest of us without breaking dress code? She's obviously sleeping with them."
As the women kept on talking, a pit of anger grows deep within your chest. Fist growing tight into a ball, you open your mouth to speak, but a loud clearing of the throat is heard.
As all three of you turn around, your eyes widen to see your boss.
"Dynamight!" the two women say, their voices ringing out through the room, causing everyone's head to turn. All slouched backs and crouched arms snap back into place.
"So this is how you talk about my secretary behind my back?" he says, his voice scarily calm. "W-we didn't mean to talk about her like that, we were just assuming--"
"Assuming what?" His voice raises, causing the whole room to shake. The other woman blinks and raises her finger, pointing at you. "That you two were…"
"We're what? Fuckin'?" The vulgarity of his words cuts through the air like a knife. The woman nods, and Dynamight rolls his eyes before walking ahead of you, shielding you from their bodies.
"Sure, we are, and if you want to know so god damn badly, I'm making her scream my name every single night so she can come to this office all pretty and rested!" he raises his voice even higher than before.
Oh my god.
People are gonna think you're sleeping with him!
"Turn in your badges and get the hell out of my office!" He screams, his hands popping off loud bangs. You flinch at the loud bangs, never witnessing his quirk before, you yell from shock.
The two women scurry out of the room, their eyes filled with tears as they realize they just lost their job due to petty office gossip. "And if I catch any of you in the press, consider yourself homeless!" Dynamight turns back and yells.
Facing you, he gives you a look. It's unreadable.
"Needed you," he says softly, and you nod understandingly, trying your hardest to blink away tears. "What for?" you ask, trying to keep your tone as professional as possible.
"Wanted some coffee… not anymore, though," he says, grabbing your arm. He looks back at his workers with a frown. "And if I catch any of you fuckin' extras talking about her behind our backs, consider yourself jobless as well!" Walking away, he drags you along with him.
As you walk in the hallway, you shield your face from everyone around you. "Dynamight, I need to get those papers and your coffee--"
"Fuck the papers, fuck the coffee."
Walking into the office, he closes the door with a slam. Letting go of your arms, you stand in the middle of the room, head hanging low and face out of sight.
A long wave of silence overcomes the both of you, a rare frown of sympathy shown on Dynamight's face. Letting out a sigh, he steps closer to you.
"Listen… I'm sorry for all that back there, I just couldn't take them talking to you like that--"
"Can I leave early… please?" your voice trembles as tears fall from your face and stain the ground. The hero draws his lips into a line, "Yeah… I can take you. Just give me a minute--"
"Alone," you cut him off.
Another long moment of silence echoes through the room once more. "Y-yeah, go ahead," he stutters. Quickly going over to grab your things you dash out of his office and towards the elevator.
You were embarrassed and was absolutely humiliated, you were taken for something that you weren't. And now everyone thinks you're just some toy the two hero's like to play around with.
This day couldn't get any worse...
"Dude, what the hell just happened?" The muscular redhead dashes into the pro-hero's office, looking at his friend and lifetime partner, absolutely disheveled. "A lot of shit just happened, alright?" the blonde says, defeated.
"Well yeah, I could hear it all the way from the other side of the building to my office, man... you said the 'e' word," he says, his voice tinged with fear.
"E, as in 'EXTRA.'"
"I know!" he yells, frustrated at his actions. "You haven't said that since high school, the UA days! I thought you said you were working on that through therapy?" The redhead says, unable to read the room.
"Listen, if you could shut the hell up and sit down, we need to talk," the blonde says. Kirishima's eyes furrow, a little wave of anxiety flowing over him. Taking a seat on his desk, he looks into his friend's eyes.
Bakugo scoffs, "I... I messed up with L/n," he says.
"Well yeah, kinda. I would run out of the office crying too if my affair went public—"
"We're. Not. Fucking," Bakugo says, fist tapping on the table with every word spoken. "When I said those things, I was just trying to take up for her, and it backfired, and now I feel like shit." Bakugo says, placing his hands into his face.
"Well, I think you did all that you could have done... I mean, it can't get any worse than that," Kirishima begins to pat his friend's head, trying his hardest to offer support.
"I asked her to marry me," Bakugo mumbles in his palms, Kirishima's eyes widen, and he jumps off the desk. "You what?" he says.
"I'm not gonna repeat it."
"Why the hell would you do that? You've only known her for like 2 months!" Kirishima complains. "I'm aware!" Bakugo argues back. Kirishima looks dumbfounded, hands on his hips, doing his signature dad pose.
"At least get to know the damn girl first."
"I know!" Bakugo screams, exploding in anger, causing the redhead to flinch. Bakugo sighs and places his head down on the table. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me... I just don't have the time to do all of those things you did."
"You mean building a bond and getting to know the person?" Kirishima adds. "Yes, exactly," he says back, a long awkward pause entering the room once more.
"Did she say yes?" Kirishima asks. Bakugo sits back up and lets out a sigh. "Well, she didn't say no," he says with a tinge full of hope. Kirishima nods, pacing around the room, thinking.
Soon, Kirishima comes to a halt. "How about you just take the girl out on a few dates? Then get her final response by popping the big question again?" Kirishima says.
"Even though it's not the conventional way of dating, it could help. You need to build a genuine connection, not rush into something like marriage without knowing each other well," Kirishima advises.
Bakugo looks up, a mix of frustration and gratitude in his eyes. "You're right. I should take her out and get to know her first," Bakugo says with determination.
His friend smiles and pats him on the back. "That's the spirit! Just take it one step at a time and see where it leads you. And remember, I'm here to support you no matter what," Kirishima says, giving Bakugo a reassuring smile.
"I'm the number one person to come to if you need help with the ladies~" Kirishima says flirtatiously, Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Yeah I bet you also the number one person to come to at planned parenthood as well" Bakugo snorts.
"That wasn't funny" Kirishima quips.
"To you."
well, shit...
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Trust
Prompt for President Loki: "Stay where I can see you." and "If they touched even a single hair on your head…"
Rating: PG 13
Request For: @eleniblue
Footsteps founded down the hall as they stormed through the underground bunker, determined to find out what was all the racket coming from the lower level. Loki was never one to be happy- unless things went his way of course, so anything that disturbed his precious peace time better have been well worth the interruption as he entered the room to see his men surrounding something on the floor.
‘’whatever is making you bark like dogs better be worth it or ill make sure you all are locked outside when the next storm hits!’’ Loki shouted, causing his men to spin around and grow silent by his sudden arrival.
One brave soul decided to come forward, keeping his eyes low submissively as Loki straightened up, his horns making himself far scarier as he narrowed his eyes at the man. ‘’Mr. President.. sir.. we- we found a girl outside on our last search..’’
President Loki’s brow raised as he almost glanced behind the man and through the crowd, not wanting to show any form of interest or weakness as he gazed into the man’s eyes. ‘’so what. Is it another variant? Perhaps she could be of use to-‘’
‘’she’s not a Loki..’’ the man almost squeaked out and that made Loki’s eyes actually cut through the group.
By his sharp gaze alone, it was enough for his men to part off, making a path for him in which he didn’t dare take a step forward. But from what he could see across the room, practically curled up on the ground in tattered clothing, to torn to know what she had been originally wearing, a dress perhaps? Her valuables remained covered but she lay hugging herself, her long H/C hair looked messy but not dirty and remained covering her face.
His men claimed to have covered the entire area in search of other Loki’s and perhaps a way out of this god forsaken land, hiding before the monster could find them and then search some more. Never had he ever come across any none variants before.. not alive anyhow. This one seemed young, frightened, but innocent enough where his eyes almost held a look of pity as his body tensed.
‘’leave us.’’
‘’yes Mr. President..’’ they all said before quickly heading out down the halls in a rush as if any second longer would be the death of them. It wasn’t until a good moment of silence passed was when the woman slowly raised her head, the movement alone making her body shake as she looked at Loki before she flinched, looking back down.
The look of fear in her E/C eyes made a strange feeling come to Loki’s chest.. pain? Perhaps, but he assumed his attire was professional enough to be seen more as a respectable being rather than a monster.
Just to be sure though, he glanced down at himself from his shoes to his vest and jacket, a hand reaching up his face before pausing at his horned crown. Did she think him a monster? A demon with horns that may bring harm upon her? If he were to rule this world, he wished for submission and respect, not fear.. at least not from all.
Taking a silent glance behind him to make sure they were indeed alone, he carefully took off his helmet and set upon the table to the side. “..I’m not here to harm you little one..’’
His voice was gentle, a whisper that made her barely glance over at him, the fear to his secret relief was gone from her eyes but she merely moved her eyes away from him once more.
The sound of his shoes walking slowly forward was the only sound that could be heard as he approached her, keeping his face expressionless but his eyes analyzed her all the same. Where did she come from? What had happened to her that made her so frightened? When he got one step away from her, he kneeled down and took a deep breath. ‘’if you wish for help in your unfortunate situation, I will need you to meet me half way by answering some questions..’’
By that he immediately saw her tense, to scared to move away from him as he stayed put. His body moved over her frame, seeing she seemed well fed so she couldn’t have been helpless for long. She was clean as well, but a few bruises caught his eye. There was nothing out there that could bring her harm, except for the storm.. but it would leave you as nothing, not some silly scraps and bruises. Her torn clothing also took note as well and his body tensed in that moment. Anger swelled in his chest as he prevented himself from storming upstairs that second and killing ever single one of his men for what he thought happened.
“If they touched even a single hair on your head…” he breathed and put a hand on his knee to help himself up but his body paused when she suddenly, slowly, but surely pointed a finger up to the ceiling. ‘’…what? .. what is it?’’
Her hand was shaking but with hesitation, she made full eye contact with him and he was the one that almost flinched. They were gorgeous.. tired, but full of life, full of fight left, something she defiantly will need here.
He glanced up at the ceiling and gave her a confused look, trying to figure out what she meant as she made no move to open her mouth and speak. ‘’..the sky? You came from the..’’
She looked around for anything that might help her, her movements slow and tired before she raised both her hands and pushed them forward at an angle as if she was stabbing someone with a spear before she shied away. Loki’s eyes flashed, almost he himself was remembering as he gave a nod.
‘’..you were pruned..’’
She gave a small nod and looked down, hugging herself as she shivered. That didn’t go unnoticed and he quickly removed his jacket, scooting forward before she leaned away and he paused, his face gentle as he shook his head. ‘’its alright little one, it will keep you warm..’’ he assured, moving even slower as he gently moved the jacket to rest it on her shoulders.
His body heat from it was welcoming as she clutched it around herself gratefully. He gave a small smile before he stood up, taking a deep breath as he looked elsewhere in deep thought, his mind speaking out loud as he began to pace. ‘’pruned.. but you aren’t a Loki in the slightest. Those villains most likely was resetting the timeline and you must have been pruned to deem it necessary that things will go back to normal.. bastards..’’ he cussed, going over to a side table littered with papers, blue prints of some sorts and mostly scribble.
‘’the main thing I need from you is for you to speak, figure out what this all means in the long run.. perhaps it could lead us to getting off this damn.. realm of some sort..’’ he spoke as he leaned over the paper work as if searching for anything that might spark his mind.
Quiet shifting caught his attention and he turned around to see she had shakily gotten to her feet, keeping the jacket close to herself to cover her exposed skin he tried hard not to stare at before her hand grasped the closest furniture for balance.
‘’stay where I can see you..’’ he warned gently, knowing she seemed to be coming around fine without his assistance and wouldn’t want to scare her progress off by trying to impose. ‘’those bastards wont be able to even try to think of touching you.. its best if you stick by me, do you understand?’’ he asked, speaking close and serious on the dangers she might be in if his men upstairs dared to started a mutiny.
The simple nod was enough to draw him back to his work, analyzing enough to get frustrated again before he turned back to face her again, her eyes looking at him in slight alarm by his questioning eyes that seemed to bore into hers. ‘’..can you speak?’’
Her lips parted as if to answer him before she sighed, shaking her head no with pain in her eyes.
Loki nodded slowly as his eyes searched hers, her face, and dragged down her body. This seemed to make her shift a little, turning away slightly as if to hide a bit of herself before his eyes lifted to hers again.
‘’..if I were to somehow give you your voice back darling, would you be able to help me with somehow getting out of here? plans are still in the works, but if things seem to be able to move forward, and the time comes where your assistance is needed where it could return both of us home, would you?’’
The silence was thick as she stared at him, understanding but the risk of the future’s unknown was startling. His request could be anything someday.. but if they were doomed to die and live here until that happens with a chance of possibly changing that result, she’d want to take it. Loki looked at her with his body straightening to his full height, confidence promising that they could get through this together, strangers, who only had met moments ago, wanting the same thing.
Y/N bit her lip before she nodded.
‘’very well love, forgive me for what I’m about to do, but a deal is a deal..’’ he whispered, his strides long as he moved forward towards her with his eyes almost flashing a bright green.
Confusion and fear flashed in her own as she took a step back, weak strength throwing her balance as she went to fall backwards but as arm reached out, snaking around her waist and pulled her forward against him, their lips crashing together in the process.
It was a deep kiss, Loki moaning against her lips as if he had tasted bliss for the first time as his arm held her firm against his chest. She hands threatened to push him away, a weak attempt she didn’t fully commit to before she kissed him back, firing up his hunger even more as he pushed his tongue through and massaged hers greedily. Her body tensed, a shiver running down her spine and before she had the time to register what to do next, he pulled away with a hand cupping her cheek.
her eyes timidly looked up into his own, her body tensing to find that his helmet was back on his head with his eyes flashing a green hue before returning to normal. her muscles tensed upon seeing the grin on his face, almost as if the devil was plotting as he returned back to his full height and a hand stroked her cheek approvingly.
‘’..what did you-‘’ a hand flew to her mouth as words left her lips, her eyes wide with shock and confusion as they gazed up into his amused ones.
‘’held my end of the bargain darling.. now it’s your turn.’’
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Enemies
“Do you really?”
summary:Rhea was your least favorite person in the world. your enemy if you will,but it all honestly you both just wanted to fuck each other.
wrd count:1,157
You had a match against the one person you fucking hated,Rhea Ripley. She was always flirting with you to annoy you,coming out during your matches,interrupting your interviews or promos,etc. You hated that woman and everything she did,but on the inside you wanted her to fuck your brains out. Her figure and scent always captivated you when she was around,but you couldn’t show it.
You felt intense pain the entire match,her constant nicknames and phrases clouding your mind. ‘Come on Princess’ ‘Oh cmon baby’ was on repeat in the back of your head,her in ring flirting. She went for her finisher riptide but soon dropped you, ‘Her shoulder!’ you thought. You immediately got up and started punching the shit out of her shoulders,lifting her up to spin her in the air before dropping her for your finisher ‘tornado’. You stomped her head and pinned her immediately, “1..2..3! And here’s your winner (your wrestling name)!” you smiled as the referee lifted your arm up,laughing at Rhea’s pained face. “Awww what’s the matter honey” you taunted her as you kicked her side,stepping out of the ring and heading backstage.
You headed to the locker room after a long talk with Dominik who’s secretly your best friend outside of WWE,you accidentally bump into someone’s knee and realize it’s Rhea. “I know you saw my leg there.” “I actually didn’t but whatever” you snap back,heading to the showers. You felt someone grab your wrist making you turn around immediately,”Rhea let me go-“ “No. I’m so sick of your nasty attitude and smart mouth,tell me what it is that makes you hate me huh?” she speaks while analyzing your body. She hated you,no matter what you did she hated it. But god did she crave you,wanting to take her anger out on you and take control of you. Your curves in your gear shorts always made her just wanna rip them off of you.
You paused for a moment before yanking your arm out of her grip,”You wanna know why huh? You’re so irritating and insufferable! You’re always butting into every little thing I do. interviews,promos,speeches,everything! I’m so sick of you-“ “Well get over it!” she yelled back getting directly in your face. You froze for a moment,staring at her features and body feeling slightly aroused at her sudden actions and how close she was. She noticed but didn’t say anything,just dragging you to the showers. You were confused and tried to put up a fight but clearly it wasn’t working so you gave up. “Strip.” “Rhea wha-“ “You heard me,strip.” her tone sending shivers down your spine,so you obeyed n hopped in the shower as she soon followed you. You were surprised when she began kissing down your neck,making you whine. “Rhea..fuck” you whispered softly letting her have her way with your body,not wanting to lose the feeling she was giving you.
The sexual tension between you two was high and everyone could tell,you just wanted her to fuck your brains out and you were finally getting that. “God I hate you” you whined out when she suddenly stopped kissing your neck,black lipstick marks all down your neck. “Do you really?” she lifted you up over her head and sunk her head between your thighs,kissing your clit softly. You gasped and threw your head back in pleasure,letting out soft moans at every lick and kiss she gave your throbbing cunt. “Y-Yes I do fuck..” you whispered out softly still moaning. You slowly rolled your hips for more friction making her smile,shoving her face deeper into your cunt.
“If you did you wouldn’t be doing this with me” she spoke,pulling away causing you to whine. You pressed your hands against the wall as she gently let you down,quickly pulling you into a deep kiss. It was like a fire was ignited inside of you,wrapping your hands around her neck to pull her closer. “i hate you but god you taste..amazing” she whispered softly in between breaths. “Just shut up and keep kissing me Ripley.” you responded in a stern tone,wrapping your legs around her waist.
You both didn’t care about getting caught at this point,everything felt way too good for your own good to even care. Rhea felt the same way,only she cared more than you did. Suddenly she pulled away,a glimpse of guilt in her eyes. “What..what’s wrong?” you asked,holding her face. It clicked then,Dominik. “Oh..you’re worried about your little dom dom finding out hm? Well Ripley you should’ve thought of that before hand.” you spat out,nonchalantly as you pulled yourself off of her getting ready to get out of the shower. Rhea was quick to grab your arm,pulling you back into a deep kiss. “You know what,fuck Dom.” as those words slipped from her lips,you could only smile. It worked.
Rhea turned the shower on,making sure it was the right temperature for the both of you. Makeup running down both of your faces didn’t stop the intense make out. Many other wrestlers had walked by and noticed but chose to stay quiet,not wanting to cause any problems. Rhea’s soft hands slipped around your entire body,finally reaching the spot you needed. Soft moans slipped from your lips,leaning your head back on the wall avoiding the shower head. Rhea instantly dove down to your neck,leaving wet sloppy kisses all over. Curling her fingers in one swift motion,she watched you carefully enjoying the sight in front of her. Watching your back arch and the sweet sounds from your lips spilling out,god did she enjoy this.
She glanced at your neck,feeling proud of herself with the amount of hickeys she left. The noise of the shower head drowning out some of the sounds,her skilled fingers,her soft lips on your neck god was everything perfect. Feeling your orgasm approaching quickly,you held onto her wrist squeezing it. “H-Holy shit-“ words cut short with a loud moan,which was also cut short with a sloppy kiss. Feeling overstimulated by her fingers still moving,you pushed her off of you. “Rhea..did you mean what you said earlier about Dom?” you questioned,knowing she didn’t but still wanted to test it.
“Of course not,but i do mean this though. I love you” she spoke in a softer tone,kissing your forehead. You could only smile,feeling exhausted. “I..I love you too Ripley,but can we get out of here I’m getting tired” you spoke following a yawn. She only chuckled and lifted you up,helping you out of the shower and getting your clothes on.
Little did you both know,Dominik heard everything.
dt: @blessrhea @dmysterioblog
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the last goodbye, part two
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« part one | part two
pedro pascal x fem!reader
world count: 5.2k
warning: angst, age gap (the reader is in her mid 20s), mention of smoking, mention of drinking alcohol
summary: All men do is messing with your head.
a/n: i’m incredibly proud of myself that the first part evoked such emotions in you. i was totally not expecting this, as i wrote it at a time when i wasn’t in a good place mentally, feeling terrible after losing my pet. if you feel disappointed by the lack of gripping action, i apologize (not really). i don't want to rush things, i want their emotions to sink into your soul✨
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As you slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, your tired eyes flickered open, gradually adjusting to the blinding brightness of the white ceiling looming above you. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you struggled to shake off the weariness that clung to your body like a heavy blanket. It was difficult to tell how many hours you had slept, but it certainly didn't feel like enough.
You shifted your weight and let out a groan as your muscles protested against the movement. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, leaving you drained and achy. It's funny how mental anguish can affect your body. With a sense of resignation, you rolled over onto your side, wincing at the pain that shot through your joints. Your hand fumbled around in the air until it found the offending alarm clock, blaring its obnoxious tune throughout the bedroom.
You muttered a curse under your breath as you pressed the button to silence the alarm. Despite your reluctance to start the day, you knew that you couldn't afford to linger in bed any longer. With a deep breath, you swung your legs over the edge of the mattress and forced yourself to stand up. Another day, another- You wished you could say slay, but not today. Another set of challenges to face? More likely.
As you sluggishly made your way towards the bathroom, thoughts of Pedro crept back into your mind. It had only been two weeks since he broke up with you, but it felt like an eternity. The pain was still raw and fresh, and you struggled to make sense of it all.
Every moment you had shared with him played out in your mind like a movie, and you analyzed each one, searching for some clue, some sign of what went wrong. But it was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces – there was no explanation, no clear reason why he had ended things so abruptly.
You had loved him with all your heart and trusted him like no one before, but in the end, he had shattered your heart into a million pieces, leaving you to pick up the fragments and try to put them back together. The moment Pedro said those fateful words, the trust you had built up in him crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. And now, you found yourself spiraling into an absurd mania, constantly questioning whether anyone in your life would leave you just like he did.
The fear of being abandoned consumed you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that everyone you cared about was destined to disappear. It was a toxic mindset, but it was deeply ingrained in you since childhood and one that you couldn't seem to escape.
On the one hand, you wanted to reach out to your friends, to let out all the pain and heartbreak that you've been holding in, but at the same time, you didn't want to burden them with your problems or risk pushing them away, so instead, you buried your emotions deep inside, hiding behind a mask of indifference and detachment. It was easier that way, at least you tried to tricked yourself in believing it was. But the truth was, the pain was eating away at you from the inside out, and you didn't know how much longer you could keep up that fake smile.
There was nothing you wanted more than to go back in time, to before everything fell apart, to the days when you were happy and carefree, but you knew that wasn't possible. All you could do was try to pick up the pieces and move forward, even though it felt like an impossible task.
Your days had become a blur of schoolwork and long shifts at the movie theater. It was a grind, but it kept you busy and distracted from the pain of your shattered heart. At least, that's what you thought, again.
Despite your best efforts to move on, your mind kept drifting back to Pedro. Every time you walked by the coffee shop where you used to have your morning cup of coffee with him, you couldn't help but look inside, hoping he would be there. You even went inside a few times, ordered a coffee, and sat down, pretending to read a book or browse your phone, all while stealing glances around the room. But he was never there, and you always left feeling disappointed and foolish.
Even going to the gym in the evenings, which used to be your solace, had become a source of anxiety. You couldn't shake the feeling that everyone there knew about your breakup with Pedro and was silently judging you. As you ran on the treadmill, you felt self-conscious and exposed, as if all your flaws and vulnerabilities were on display for everyone to see.
And yet, despite all of this, you still couldn't resist the urge to go to the places where you used to go with Pedro. You found yourself walking past his favorite pizza place, just to catch a whiff of the familiar scent of marinara sauce and melted cheese. You even drove by his street once, just to see if his car was parked outside his house. You knew it was ridiculous, but you couldn't help yourself. The pain of losing him was too great, and the thought of never seeing him again was almost unbearable.
Actually saying that you will never see him again was an overstatement. Despite the heartbreak he had caused you, he was the hottest topic in entire Hollywood and beyond. His star power had skyrocketed, and his charming looks and hoarse laughter made (not only) teenage girls swoon all over the world. His photos and videos seemed to be everywhere, constantly popping up on your Instagram and Twitter feeds, taunting you with reminders of what you had lost. He was a viral sensation, and it was impossible to escape the constant barrage of Pedro's updates – a stark reminder that he was out there living his life while you were struggling to move on.
You stood in front of the mirror, studying your reflection with a heavy heart. Your once bright eyes were now surrounded by a rim of redness, and dark circles that looked like bruises appeared to have taken permanent residence beneath them. Your hair was a mess, its strands sticking out in every direction, as if it was trying to mimic the chaos you felt inside. Your skin was pale and lifeless, a far cry from its former glowing self. Just fourteen days ago, you were a different person, filled with happiness, with Pedro by your side. And now, everything was in shambles.
You shook off the memories and forced yourself to focus on the present, on getting dressed and making it to your classes on time. It was a challenge, but you tried to keep thoughts of Pedro at bay, knowing that dwelling on the past would only make the pain worse. You grabbed your bag, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the streets of Los Angeles.
As you stepped out into the blinding glare of the sun, the sounds of the bustling city enveloped you. Cars honked, people chatted, and a cool breeze caressed your face, but everything seemed distant and unimportant. You repeated to yourself the mantra to take things one step at a time, hoping that each step would lead you closer to healing the wounds Pedro had done to you.
But little did you know, he was also battling his own demons, struggling to come to terms with his actions and the hurt he had caused you. It was a cruel irony that both of you were struggling in your own ways, and neither of you knew the full extent of the other's pain.
“Pedro?” the sound of his own name snapped him out of the recesses of his head and effectively brought him down to earth. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the bright lights shining in his direction. Looking around, he realized he was on the set of the advertisement he was working on.
The confused director approached him, placing his hands on his hips in a pretentious position. “What's going on, man?” he asked, clearly annoyed. “It's just a minute clip, all you have to say right now is to catch grandma, you have to think like grandma,” he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, then placed the fingers of one hand on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Pedro tried to focus on the director's words, but his mind was still clouded with thoughts of you. He couldn't believe how he had treated you a day after your first anniversary, telling you that he suddenly stopped having feelings for you and breaking your heart. The day after the anniversary, which he didn't even show up for, because he didn't have the courage to do so. To look into your smiling eyes, having in the back of his mind what he had been planning for some time. The guilt was eating him alive, and he found himself replaying the scene of your breakup in his head over and over again.
He remembered very well how your face crumpled with sadness and confusion as he told you the news. How you asked him to reconsider, to give your relationship another chance. How you cried and asked him what you had done wrong. He didn't have the answers then, and he still didn't have them now.
Pedro's heart simply sank as he realized that he had made a mistake the very next day after the breakup. He had let go of someone who loved him unconditionally, someone who had been there for him through thick and thin. And for what? Because he suddenly stopped feeling the way he used to? He couldn't even be sure if that was true. Perhaps it was just a minor crisis that he could have resolved if he had spoken to you honestly.
The director ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “You know what, Pedro? Take a break. Get some fresh air and clear your head. We can't afford to waste the whole day on this stupid phone game ad. Let's reconvene in 20 minutes,” he barked, his irritation palpable. Without bothering to wait for Pedro's response, he stormed off, leaving Pedro.
His eyes flitted around the room, taking in the frustrated expressions of the crew members. They had all been waiting for him to get his lines right, but he had been too distracted to focus on the task at hand. He was wasting the time and resources of his colleagues and he felt ashamed because of that.
As the director snapped out orders to the rest of the team, Pedro swiped his hand over his tired face, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath his fingertips. He let out a deep sigh, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. His mind was consumed with thoughts of what could have been, of what he had lost because of his own recklessness. He needed some space to clear his head.
Without a word, he left the building and made his way out to the back of one of the buildings in Los Angeles. The cool breeze brushed against his face, providing a much-needed respite from the chaos of the set. He let out a long breath, trying to calm himself.
It wasn't easy to pretend that everything was fine in front of everyone, because it wasn't. Every day it became harder and harder for Pedro to put on a brave face and act like he was okay. He dug out a pack of cigarettes from his blazer pocket and blindly stared into it. He quickly found the lighter in the other pocket and with his slightly shaking hand, he lit the cigarette. The familiar smell and taste of nicotine filled his senses, providing a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions that consumed him. He leaned against the rough dirt wall of the building, the sound of the bustling city muffled in the distance. The smoke filled his lungs, choking him slightly, but he welcomed the pain, as it was a distraction from the pain in his heart.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't silence the voices in his head, telling him that he had made a huge mistake by ending things with you. The breakup had hit him harder than he ever imagined it could. He missed you so much, and the regret ate away at him with each passing day. He took another long drag of the cigarette, the tip glowing red.
Despite the comfort that the cigarette provided, Pedro knew it was a bad habit. He had managed to quit a while ago, but the stress of recent events had caused him to slip back into it. He felt guilty for indulging in it again, but at the same time, he didn't care. All he wanted was to forget his troubles, even if it was just for a little while.
Every single day during those two weeks, Pedro's thoughts were consumed by the image of him standing in front of you, while cup your face with his hands and apologizing for everything. He imagined the words he would say to you, begging for your forgiveness and hoping that you would take him back. But as much as he longed to make things right, he was too much of a coward to actually face you. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes and see the disappointment he had caused, so he actively avoided all the places where he knew he could potentially run into you. The mere thought of seeing you filled him with a mix of intense longing and paralyzing fear.
He held onto the belief that you wouldn't be able to forgive him and the thought of being rejected by you was too much to him. The fear of embarrassment kept him from reaching out and trying to make amends, even though he knew deep down that he wanted nothing more than to be back in your warm embrace. The possibility of facing your disappointment and disapproval was a daunting prospect, and so he chose to continue avoiding you, hoping that time would eventually make him forget about you.
The sound of a notification coming from his phone snapped him back to reality and he opened his eyes. He fished the device out of his pants pocket and glanced at the screen, noticing a message from his friend, Oscar. He took a drag on the cigarette he had been smoking and read the message.
I was thinking about this birthday party. Do you want me to cancel the invitation for Y/N? – The Grumpy Eagle, sent at 3:14pm.
Pedro had completely forgotten about Oscar's upcoming birthday celebration, which he and his wife Elvira hosted every year. It was a small party, but it had become an annual tradition among their circle of friends. He knew that both of you had been invited long before the two of you broke up, and it was pretty obvious anyway, since he was Oscar's best friend and you had quickly become a favorite of Oscar's wife and kids.
He took another drag on his cigarette, thinking on response. Pedro wasn't sure if you would show up, but he knew that you disliked disappointing people, and skipping out on someone's birthday party would undoubtedly lead to disappointment. Even if you didn't enjoy celebrating your own birthday, you understood that it meant more to others and the happy memories associated with it.
No need to cancel the invitation, that’s fine. I’ll be fine. See you on Tuesday – Sent at 3:17pm.
He took one last puff of the cigarette before flicking it away and making his way back to the set, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of you.
You were in your rented apartment, standing in front of your small closet and talking to your best friend over Facetime. With your back to the screen, you felt on the verge of tears as you realized you had nothing suitable to wear to Oscar's party. The phone was propped up on your bedside table, and you turned to face Xavier's amused expression on the screen.
“I'm about to go crazy,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice. “I can't find anything to wear.”
Xavier chuckled and lay back on his own bed, still visible on the screen. “Relax, Y/N. We'll find something. Let me see what you've got.”
You knelt down at the table and held up a few dresses for him to see. Xavier made a face at each one, shaking his head disapprovingly. Finally, he suggested a simple black dress that you had forgotten you owned.
“That's perfect,” he said, grinning at you. “You'll look amazing. Just throw on some heels and you're good to go.”
“And what are you going to wear?” you asked, taking the phone in both hands and moving it closer to your face.
Since you didn't want to go to the party alone, you decided to bring Xavier with you, even though he didn't know anyone in Pedro's inner circle, including Oscar and Elvira. The only connection Xavier had to Pedro was through you, as they had met a few times before.
He was shocked when he heard about your breakup with Pedro two weeks ago. He had always thought that you and Pedro were perfect for each other, and it came as a surprise when you told him that things had ended between you two. He remembered how happy you had seemed with Pedro, always talking about the little things he did that made you fall even more in love with him. It was hard to believe that it was all over now.
Xavier had been there for you through all the tears and heartbreak that came with the breakup. He was the only person you really talked to about what happened. He had listened to you vent about Pedro, and had even gone as far as to offer to confront him about the way he had hurt you, but you had refused, saying that it wouldn't change anything, and that you just needed time to heal.
Now, as he watched you on Facetime, he could see the sadness in your eyes. He knew that finding something to wear to this birthday party was the least of your worries.
“Oh, you know, my finest t-shirt and jeans,” he answered with a playfully tone. “Maybe I'll even splurge and wear my dress shoes instead of my sneakers.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Don't worry, I'll make sure to tuck my shirt in for the occasion.”
You laughed at Xavier's words, feeling relieved that he could make light of the situation. “Well, make sure you don't outshine me too much,” you teased. “I don't want to be upstaged by your dress shoes and tucked-in shirt.”
Xavier chuckled. “No worries, you'll be the star of the show,” he said reassuringly. “But seriously, don't stress about it. We'll have a good time no matter what.”
His words were comforting and a feeling of appreciation and thankfulness filled your heart. “Thanks, Xavier,” you said, smiling. “I really appreciate you coming with me.”
Xavier grinned. “Of course, what are friends for?” he replied. “Besides, I would do anything to see Pedro's face when he sees you in that dress. He's going to regret ever letting you go.”
You laughed, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of Pedro's reaction. “I doubt he'll care,” you said, shrugging it off. “But it'll be nice to look good for myself, at least.”
Xavier shook his head. “Trust me, he'll care,” he said with a wink and then stood up from his bed, straightening his shirt. “Alright, I better get ready too. I need to iron my jeans and find my fanciest t-shirt,” he joked. “I'll pick you up at 7. See ya!” he said before ending the call, at which you smiled to yourself, feeling grateful for your friend's support.
As you and Xavier made your way to the door of Oscar's house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on you. You clutched the gift tightly in your hand, hoping it will help you calm down. You turned to Xavier, about to voice your concerns about this evening, but he beat you to it.
“Hey, it's going to be fine,” Xavier said, sensing your unease. “We'll have a good time. And don't worry about Pedro, I'll not leave you alone even for a moment. When I go to the toilet, I'll drag you along with me,” he joked trying to boost your mood.
You let out a deep sigh. “I'm scared.”
Xavier smiled reassuringly. “I know, but we'll stick together and make the most of it,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “And besides, you look amazing. Pedro's going to regret all of his life choices.”
You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the compliment. “Thanks,” you said, feeling a little less anxious. “Okay, let's do this.”
As you approached the door, your heart rate started to increase again. You could hear the sound of laughter and chatter from inside grew louder, intensifying your apprehension. But before you could even think about turning back to Xavier's car, Elvira opened the door and greeted you warmly. “Y/N!” she called out joyfully, pulling you into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of Elvira's perfume and the comforting warmth of her hug helped ease your nerves a little bit.
“It's so good to see you,” Elvira continued. “Oscar will be so happy you came. You know damn well how much he liked you.”
You smiled gratefully at her words, while Elvira already shifted her gaze to the man standing next to you.
“And who's this handsome gentleman with you?” Elvira asked, pulling away from you and turning to Xavier.
Xavier extended his hand. “I'm Xavier. Y/N's best friend,” he introduced himself with a smile.
Elvira shook his hand. “I'm Elvira, Oscar's wife. Nice to meet you,” she said warmly.
You suddenly felt an odd need to explain why you brought a stranger to their house, even though you knew that Elvira was aware of the recent events.
“I didn't want to come alone, the last days were-” you started to explain, but Elvira quickly cut you off, sensing your discomfort.
“That's fine, Y/N. You don't need to explain yourself, we both know what happened,” Elvira said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze to encourage you. “Come on in,” she added, motioning towards the open door and stepping aside to let you both enter the house.
As you walked past her, Elvira turned her gaze to Xavier and sent him a warm smile. You couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness and understanding, and you knew that you were in good hands for the evening.
The birthday party was in full swing, with colorful decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls, and a large cake with lit candles in the center of the room. The scent of savory and sweet treats wafted through the air, making your mouth water.
Oscar was the center of attention, greeting his guests with a big smile and warm hugs. He was surrounded by his closest friends, chatting and laughing away, and occasionally stopping to pose for a picture with them.
You, on the other hand, felt out of place in the midst of the older crowd, except for Oscar's children, who were running around and playing games. You had hoped to have a conversation with Pedro, but he avoided your gaze the entire time, which made you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.
However, Xavier was by your side throughout the evening, keeping you company and making you laugh with his witty remarks and stories. You introduced him to some of the people at the party, and of course to Oscar, and he encouraged you to dance, which helped you loosen up and enjoy the party a little more.
As the night wore on, the guests started to leave one by one, and the house grew quieter. The children were already fast asleep, and the adults seemed to be in a mellower mood, with lighter snacks and drinks replacing the heavier ones from earlier in the evening.
You found yourself in the kitchen with Xavier, enjoying a lively conversation with Elvira and Oscar about the latest news in the city. Elvira was recounting her recent trip to Europe when Oscar suddenly interrupted her by reaching for a bottle of wine and pouring it into a set of glasses.
“Let's raise a toast to life, to good friends, and to family,” Oscar exclaimed, lifting his glass. You all joined in, clinking your glasses together, laughing and toasting to the good times. The mood had shifted from one of excitement to one of warmth and sentimentality.
As you took a sip of the wine, you noticed Pedro standing at the edge of the room, watching you with an intense gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt a strange mix of discomfort and confusion. You had wanted to talk to him earlier in the evening, but he had been avoiding you, so his sudden interest now was puzzling. Feeling the need for comfort and safety, you moved closer to Xavier, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders. You didn't know if Pedro was still watching you, but you felt better in your friend’s presence.
To your surprise, Pedro suddenly approached the four of you, inserting himself into the conversation. He started to talk about a recent article he had read in the newspaper, bringing up a topic that interested everyone. Xavier and Elvira seemed to welcome his presence, and Oscar was glad to have his longtime friend join in. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze was still fixed on you, even as he talked with the others.
As the conversation continued, Oscar and Elvira decided to check in with the guests in the living room, leaving you, Xavier, and Pedro alone in the kitchen. The silence was palpable as you all stood there, unsure of what to say or do next. Pedro finally broke the silence, turning his attention to you.
“So, Y/N, I can see that you are having fun?” he asked, his eyes still lingering on you.
You tried to hide your discomfort, forcing a smile and answering politely, “Yeah. I try to, at least.”
It was hard not to notice that Pedro wasn't completely sober – although he wasn't fully drunk either. He kept shooting unpleasant glances at Xavier every now and then and his eyes were colder than always.
Your friend seemed oblivious to Pedro's behavior, but you knew better. You could feel the tension rising in the room, and you started to feel anxious. Pedro's jealousy was palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder if he still had feelings for you, even though you weren’t a thing anymore.
Trying to diffuse the situation, you asked Pedro how his job was going, hoping to steer the conversation away from any uncomfortable topics. He answered curtly, barely giving you any information, and then turned his attention back to Xavier, sizing him up with a cold stare.
You felt your heart rate increase, sensing that things were about to get out of hand. You knew that you needed to do something, but you weren’t sure what. As you opened your mouth to speak, Pedro cut you off.
“Two weeks were enough for you to find a replacement, huh?”
His question made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me?”
Pedro's words didn't make sense to you, and you glanced over at Xavier, who looked equally confused. Pedro scoffed and clarified, “I saw you two earlier. I saw the way you look at him, Y/N. And now here you are, pretending to be just friends.”
You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. How dare he accuse you of something like that? The jealousy in Pedro's eyes was unmistakable, and it was clear that he didn't believe in your friendship with Xavier, even though he knew him.
Xavier stepped in, sensing the tension rising in the room, his voice calm but firm. “Pedro, let's take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. You’re tipsy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
But Pedro wasn't backing down, his eyes fixed on Xavier, even though he was actually speaking to you. “I don't trust him. And I don't trust you, Y/N.”
His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and your heart sank in your chest. You couldn't believe what Pedro was saying. How could he accuse you of being untrustworthy when he was the one who had abandoned you without any explanation? Anger and sadness boiled inside you, making it hard to even form coherent thoughts, and the tears started to gather in your eyes.
“You don’t trust me? You were the one who stood me out on the day of our anniversary. It was you who came to break up with me the next day without giving me any explanation. It was you-you…” the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down your face, mixing with the anger and frustration that you felt. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “How dare you tell me that you don't trust me?” you said, your voice shaking with emotion.
Pedro's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, you thought that he might actually apologize for his absurd behavior, but then, his gaze hardened again, and he shook his head.
“I had my reasons,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And I don't need to justify them to anyone.”
You stared at him in silence, trying to make sense of his sudden outburst. He's being unreasonable and irrational, you thought. You shook your head in disbelief and took a step back. “You know what?” you asked, staring into Pedro's eyes. “I will not talk to you. I'm not going to listen to you suddenly make me some kind of scolding because alcohol went to your head. You're a grown man, and you're acting like a kid,” you barked, your anger seeping through every syllable. You then turned your back on Pedro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry again.
You left him, standing motionless in the kitchen with his eyes fixated on the door through in which you had just disappeared with Xavier. His heart was heavy with regret as he realized that he fucked up again. He knew that he had messed up, that he had let his jealousy and insecurities take control of his words and actions. He desperately wanted to talk to you on this party, to apologize for his behavior and make things right, but now it was too late for that. He had taken a few drinks to calm his nerves, hoping that it would help him find the courage to talk to you, but now he realized that it had only fueled his anger and made things worse. The sight of you laughing and chatting with Xavier had been the final blow, and now he was left alone with his regrets once again.
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Boyfriend And Girlfriend
Midoriya Izuku x Reader
Masterlist
Midoriya Izuku in a relationship!
What would it be like to have someone close to you? With eyes that stare lovingly at your form and the unsaid feelings being conveyed successfully.
What would it be like to be Midoriya Izuku's world?
And him as yours?
Midoriya Izuku is a meek person. At most.
Usually the good-natured, sweet guy in class. The one that breezes past the eyes of the other people. The kid that was always so shy around people, busting in the shade of red the moment he was the center of attention. Mumbles and stutters filled the boys mouth when ought to converse with others.
The innocent little boy. So kind and pure.
That's what everyone saw.
But Izuku wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be treated and seen as a guy that anyone would rely on. He wanted to be a safe haven to people that needs a shoulder.
He wants to be that. He can be that.
He believed so. Middle school went by like a train in the night, waking up from the nap of exhaustion. It wasn't too late to be better, he thought. High school would be just around the corner and it's his chance to start anew in this vital phase of life.
He'd tell himself that, it'll be fine. He worked so hard in his studies and tried to be social at times. Baby steps were more than enough especially since it's a territory that he rarely crosses and so he did just that.
Even though he was still the same mumble and stutter boy, he knew being bolder was a necessary step for him to grow.
Sure, an eye contact here and there was hard enough but he knows he can manage. He'll get used to it.
It's not that he has a lot of trouble socializing. The first ever judgement he ever receives were the eyes that would look down on him. Girls that would gossip behind his back because he was too nerdy for their own taste. The whines that he would hear whenever a student gets partnered up with him in a school project.
It's a terrible feeling that he put up with all that as he grew up. A mere nervous chuckle was all he could let out in those situations. As if saying that he was sorry for being a bother, a defense mechanism that he got used to.
Everyone had their own group of friends, duo, trio or whatnot. All he had was...himself.
He spends the slot of his time writing on his notebook or reading his top favorite hero mangas. Other students would stare at him as he would absentmindedly mumble to himself while intently focused on his own business. Just reading and overly analyzing the characters' quirks or personality.
That ends with him snapping up from realization that he was, once again, being a bother.
He was lame, alright. Everyone thought that. He knew.
First day of high school came, and it started quite....well?
He couldn't be the judge of that yet. Everyone was someone new on his eyes. New people, new friendships. Everyone was still trying to adjust and with eyes skimming across the class, trying to feel in their gut whether who to befriend or to approach. It was as if, a scouting was taking place in the classroom.
He then imitated their antics.
It was ridiculous in some ways but he felt calm. Somehow, he doesn't feel like he's falling behind. He received stares and smiles but that was it.
He's fine with that. He could only smile back so as to not come off as rude.
Though, it was still the same experience. Him, seated on his little circle, fumbling his thumbs. It took him seconds to decide that, yes, he should fly out of his nest.
"H-hi..!" A stutter right away.
Seated on his right was a girl. He greeted her with all his might, trying to initiate a conversation.
He lately realized she was busy reading a book.
He paled.
No...not again.
He was being a bother.
Or so he thought.
The said girl turned to him with a questionable look, eventually blinking at the sight of him as she processed his intentions.
"Hello..." She replied, breaking out a smile that highlighted the mirth in her eyes. "Do you....need something?"
"Ah, huh? I- I....I don't. I mean, I think its fine now. You're doing something so I don't really- want to bother you. Yeah." He nervously chuckled.
He tried.
The girl listened to his ramble as she could only widen her eyes. "No, no, no. I wasn't busy or anything. This book is, uh..." She eyed the object between her hands as she gave her own nervous chuckle. "I was just looking at the....animal...pages...."
She would love to be slapped for being so childish.
The said girl flushed over the thought of being busted and how ridiculous she was being. Izuku witnessed the embarrassment as he froze, only for him to resist the urge to giggle at the girl’s response. Though, it’s not that he found it stupid but rather, quite meek. Just like him.
And it felt relieving for him.
The paused silence gave way for a stray mutter from the downcasted girl; “This is so embarrassing…”
It landed on no deaf ears as Izuku commented back. “It’s okay. Uh,.. that’s a normal thing to do so there’s really nothing to worry about.” The green head tried to shakily reassure as he chuckled. The girl then turned her head slowly back at the sight of him, taking in the face of her new classmate.
She was met with a bright smile.
That made her instincts get blocked as she felt herself become shy at the interaction. But since this was the first day of high school, there was no helping in having all nerves shake from getting to know one another. So she closed the book and faced him.
“Y-yeah, I guess.” Nervously scratching her cheek, she continued. “And you weren’t even really bothering me… I was just bored and- Oh! What were you about to ask me earlier?”
Izuku lit up in surprise as she gave her full attention to him, making the conversation continue. She looked as if she was rather fine with conversing with him than continuing her thing in skimming through the animal book. A few short-circuits here and there in his mind made him realize he was doing fine.
“Nothing really! I just wanted to- to…” He nibbled with his blazer’s hem as he searched for the right words. He pressed his lips together until his eyes landed on a keychain hanging from her bag.
And the sight of it made him blaze in delight. “Is that…an Eraserhead keychain?!!”
That made the girl eye her bag as she herself grinned at the excitement of the boy, nodding at him. Izuku didn’t mean to shift topics but as a fanboy of comic heroes, he couldn’t just shake the feeling of bedazzlement at the existing object. He soon realized something.
“You’re a fan?” He asked, almost with a hint of longing.
The girl stared back and giggled. “Of course!! Now why would I have it if I’m not a fan? I take it you are too.”
The boy’s green hair bobbed to nod. A growing smile was painted on his face. “Though, I’m more of an All Might fan…I know people say he’s overrated but he’s truly amazing!”
“I know how you feel. There’s no harm in that.” The girl chirped a satisfied smile as she nodded in agreement. “My name’s [L/N] [Y/N].”
Izuku paused his excitement as he pondered for a second. The girl, [L/N], was introducing herself to him. He almost forgot that he was trying to make friends as much as he can and yes, he was actually managing it.
He was actually doing it.
The girl was a comic hero fan just like him (maybe not as hardcore as him) and he finds it comforting to have and share an interest with someone else. Typically, he would be blushing and crazing in consciousness the moment he spouts exchanging words with girls but right now, [L/N], although still managing to make him feel shy and flushed, was lighthearted to talk to.
So he shoots his chances.
“I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He exclaimed. Not without his breath hitching.
“Well then, seems like we’ll get along well, Midoriya-kun.” The girl beamed at him.
They did.
Perhaps, they did got along well.
Too well enough that everyone else thought it’d be weird to see the two of them separated. Not like they were always at each other’s tail but because, they came to have their own little world that no one else could compare to. Even to the point that assuming both of them were having a little thing together.
Izuku begged to differ. There was definitely nothing going on with him and her.
But there was definitely going on with how they felt for each other.
Day by day, the friendship he had with her became much more heartfelt and tender. He never thought he could experience such emotions with someone and also share many things with them that just made everything else feel right.
He came to like the idea that he was comfortable with her. He was safe and felt belonged.
And the moment he heard she felt the same, he couldn’t look at her for a few days.
He couldn’t bring himself to stand near her nor speak to her without flushing in many different shades. That, of course, worried the [H/C] head. But it’s not that she was oblivious towards the reaction she was given to. She knew Izuku well enough as a friend and although, a spark of something was starting to bloom in her, she wouldn’t want to assume any hidden feelings.
Though, the distance made between him and her bothered her a lot.
Thankfully, Izuku gathered himself up and found his way near you again. He had already committed to himself that he was going to be upright and be a confident figure to lean on so it was not cool of him to retreat away from her after just a few pleasantries of sentiments.
The time he had did made him consider some things. And he’s at a loss for words when he straight up walked to her, gaze connecting with each other, and blurted the words he thought he would never say.
“Doyouwannahangout?”
He felt stupid because as friends, they already hang out a lot. He butchered his intentions.
Lips pressed together, he blushed immensely at his friend’s shocked expression who was holding out a bag to him.
Oh. His bag…
He was wondering earlier why it felt like he was forgetting something.
“Sure…” She replied with blinking eyes. “Where do you wanna go?”
Izuku mentally facepalmed.
Grabbing his bag from her grasp, Izuku tried to murmur; “That’s not what I meant…” Which only left him to receive a tilt of her head with a questioning look.
Before he could blush further, her expression lit up as if she was realizing something. Izuku’s pupils dilated.
And he definitely didn’t miss the way her cheeks flared up at what she put together. He knew she wasn’t dense to go past over his annunciation but witnessing it first-hand, he couldn’t help but match her flushed state. With him creasing his brows together as he dived his eyes into her own, he gave her a shaky smile. A simple gesture to signal that yes, that’s what he meant.
She blushed harder.
.
.
“I’ve never seen him smile so much like that. Especially at his phone. Doesn’t he always bury his face on one of those comics?”
“It’s obvious. Look, he’s got a special someone. You don’t smile like that for a simple reason.” A blonde boy with a lightning streak on his hair replied towards his black haired classmate. “You gotta know these things, Hanta.”
“Come to think of it… [L/N] is absent today.” A pink haired girl added, bringing a finger to her chin. “Aren’t they always together?”
A gasp ensued from the blonde. “Oh! Oh! It might be [L/N]!”
Like the romantic girl she is, the pink head lit up after connecting the dots, now squealing alongside her boisterous blonde friend. Their friend Hanta could only sweatdrop at their nosy attitudes.
But one glance at the green head again and he was looking at their direction. Izuku flushed when he was caught staring and retreated back unto staring at his phone in embarrassment. “Uh, hey guys…” Hanta called to his friends as they brought their attention to him. In a lower tone, Hanta informed.
“You might’ve mentioned [L/N]’s name too loud…”
The blonde and the pink head exchanged glances, as if seemingly saying in unison; “Oops.”
“I think we busted him.”
“Denki…”
“Just stop gossiping you guys. That’s not cool.”
.
.
It didn’t take long for the word to spread across the classroom that Izuku and his dear ‘friend’ were somewhat—a real thing now.
Of course, courtesy for the two of them, the pink head and her two friends kept their mouth shut but it didn’t take long for the other classmates to catch on the closeness of the two.
It did prove to be true when their stares would mean something and the [H/C] haired girl starts to drag her chair towards the green head, sitting side by side. Sure, they would always do this a lot but this time it became clearer.
Because after [Y/N] yawned, Izuku shyly offered his shoulder for her to rest on. And she did.
No one even saw how the boy combusted on his seat since they were seated in front but everyone very well knew he was fluctuating.
The prying eyes of their classmates like the pinkette and her friends, widened as they watched the back of the two.
“I fucking knew it. You owe me 250 yen, heh.”
“Shut up.” Hanta bit back at his blonde friend. “I didn’t signed up for this.”
.
.
“Izuku…”
“Hmm?”
“Your umbrella isn’t here…” Behind him, his girlfriend rummaged through his bag.
“It’s not there?” He asked her with disbelief, snapping his eyes outside of the school. It was pouring quite hard and he was the only one between the two of you that brought an umbrella.
Except, he actually didn’t brought it. He paled.
He would never forgive himself if his girlfriend ended up with a cold just because he forgot to bring what he said he would. It was only a simple gesture and he couldn’t even be good at it. Sometimes he wonders if he was worthy to be with you if he’s just going to act like an airhead.
He eventually snapped out of it when he heard the zipping of his bag and her voice ringing out with a chuckle. “Do not fret. I can already sense your paling face.”
Though, she never failed to make him feel like everything he does is just nothing to be upset about.
Izuku flushed at her comment, embarrassment taking over him. “Is that even a thing?” He whimsically replied with a frown. He then watched his girl turn around until he was facing her own bag, as if telling him to open it.
“I have quite a massive jacket in there. We’ll shelter under it while speeding through the rain.” She replied almost giggly at the idea of skimming through the rain like little children. Izuku can’t help but smile at her antics as he proceeded to unzip he bag, looking through her things.
“That sounds like a bad idea.” He retorted teasingly as he earned a hush from her and saying ‘It’ll be fun.’
He finally found the trusty jacket and placed it atop his head. He looked to his side, glancing at the girl as if signalling her to come closer beside him. A moment like this was definitely a valid reason for him to flare in a blush.
The [H/C] head girl was no different. The thought of getting closer so much with her adorable green head boyfriend was one of the many things she looked forward to. For the past few months of them dating, she was already painstakingly familiar with the warmth of the boy and it didn’t fail to send her chest bursting from all the flutters of mirth.
It felt too illegal to be this giddy.
Sliding in on the open arms of her boyfriend, her jacket hovered above her as she grasp the left side of it while Izuku did on the right.
“You okay there?” He asked with a shaky breath. She nodded.
Underneath the hovering jacket, both of them snuggled deeply into each other’s arms. Alas, moving their legs to take on the pouring rain as they tried to speed through the streets until they could find a shelter to rest for a bit. Luckily, their houses weren’t that far from school although they weren’t neighbours, there was still a far distance between their houses.
But when they moved together through the rain, basking in each other’s closeness, the cold weather no longer affected them. The heated cheeks and body contact made it hotter than it should be but no one is complaining, it’s their own little world.
So when the rain slowly faded into small drops whilst the sky turned brighter, they were left with each other’s normal distance, the jacket long gone above their heads.
“Let’s just hope none of us gets a cold soon enough.” [Y/N] murmured, tugging her backpack after Izuku placed her jacket back where it belonged. The same thing that worried the green head. The girl nervously chuckled beside him. “Then again, it was my idea.”
“Don’t beat yourself over it. I couldn’t even stop you from being that reckless, it’s on me.” Izuku gazed at her pointedly.
“Now, you make it sound like I’m a child.” The [H/C] haired girl pouted, a speck of blush on her cheeks.
The boy chuckled. “You know that’s not what I meant…You’re just really playful sometimes.” He tried to justify just like the gentleman he is. As much as he can, he always tried to dissipate any layer of misunderstanding with his girlfriend but sometimes, he knows when to be teasing.
In any other situation or time, he wouldn’t believe he would be having a girlfriend as sweet as [Y/N]. His qualities as a shy and stutter boy was always the thing that made him into a blushing mess when a girl talks to him.
But with the girl beside him, he grew from that. Not that he doesn’t feel the intense consciousness when he’s around her but because he grew to be comfortable in her presence. Still, he can’t avoid the racing heartbeats and the nerves that made him flush frantically.
Inwardly, he is a mess.
Reciprocating the green head’s feelings was one of the important things that [Y/N] always do. And not because she felt the need to but because he deserved to know how much he made her heart swell. How much she mentally coo over his cute reactions and his awkward attempts to be intimate.
How she constantly thinks of him that gave her something tender to look forward to (other than just reading comics and surfing the internet).
How she long to see him as much as she can and the urge to just hug him like he was the most vital thing in her life.
Both of them don’t always go for what their thoughts tell them to do since, it’s just basically too endearing. But there are times when one of them initiates the most unexpected move they could ever do and that’s how their relationship progresses to greater heights. Especially since both of them didn’t possess the nature to be always bold, they always thought about breaking their shells, even just for each other.
Just them and no one else.
As they neared [Y/N]’s house, Izuku didn’t waste a second to slip his brushing hand with her, intertwining it gently on the gaps of her fingers.
The girl jolted at the sudden contact. Heart lighting up to swell as she walked stiffly beside an embarrassed Izuku. He didn’t eye her reaction, only walking forward with flaring cheeks as he frowned, fighting the urge to combust into a series of frantic excuses.
There was definitely no need to hide from excuses anymore. As a couple, holding hands are justified.
So they stayed quiet for the whole duration of their walk home, feeling their hand squeeze from time to time as if saying that, yeah—
I like you a lot.
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Dearie || Lookism
Part 1&2: ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 3
Once she finally arrives at the house, she stumbles into the living room, dropping her bag on the sofa as she sits on the floor and pulls out the phone, pen, and paper to take down some information on that phone. She let out a long sigh and proceeded to open the phone, go to the music app, and then open the voice recordings. Some of them almost reach 1 hour, while others are 20 minutes. She clicked the shortest one as she maxed out the volume of the phone until she heard a muffled noise and people talking behind her.
"What the heck are you doing?" A sudden man's voice was heard. She leans her ears to the phone closer.
"Nothing, hun; Goo told me to do this before everything went to a mess. You know, for memories proposes." She let out a small gasp when she heard a woman's voice. It was a sweet and soothing spokesperson, but somehow it almost sounded like hers. She feels like she has delusions, but she keeps listening.
"Don't worry, everything will be handled under my hands. If everything goes downhill, I'll make sure to protect you whatever it takes."
"Eh? You sound like I might die on someone other than your hand."
"I'll make sure you won't die, ok?" The audio cut off the man, making her disappointed as she proceeded to write the mentioned name a minute ago.
Note:
1.Goo. (random man who got mentioned)
After that, she listened to another voice recording, but this time there was yelling and shouting in the background. Most prominently, a person recording on the phone could be heard gasping for air and the sound of running away from something or somebody. As the background noises slowly faded, she caught a whisper from the woman she had heard a minute ago, prompting her to hold the phone to her ears and listen attentively.
"H-hey... Hun if you ever get this record I might be gone for good. But... I can still go back somehow so d-don't worry I'll be in your arms again. So, wait for me my dear...*BEEP*"
She looks over the phone with shaky hands as she puts the phone down on the floor and lets out a disbelieving sigh at what she heard. She wants to assume that the woman is already dead but same time the woman might be still alive and just hiding in thin air that no one can't find. She took the paper again and wrote it down.
Later, she continued to listen and analyze whatever happened behind the voice records. She is lowkey proud of herself for what she's doing. She looks at the paper.
Note:
1. Goo. (random man who got mentioned)pretty
2. lady - dead or alive?
3. They have a cat!?
4. "hun" must be the husband or boyfriend of the pretty lady.
5. Old chairman with one arm?
6. Jakeyand Sammy might be brothers or not.
7. An affliate what?
8. The promises of the pretty lady and the hun.
9. money is everything ago.
10. Does the pretty lady hate one-arm daughter?
Everything is still not clear to her. What is her task to do anyway? Does she need to investigate this pretty lady's situation and then find out everything? Then what? What will she achieve if she completes it? Will she go back to her "world"? She shook her head, stopping all the questions in her mind, but she decided to find out everything on the pretty lady's side and leave it alone once she knew it all.
She closed the phone on the sofa and went upstairs to the bedroom to change her uniform to comfortable clothes. While she was changing her outfit, she heard noises downstairs. She hurriedly got out of the bedroom and headed downstairs again. When she arrived, she noticed the paper was ripped into pieces and the phone was on the floor. She looked around to see if anybody was in the house but she didn't see any traces that someone or something is in the house too.
"Anybody there?! Come out I won't bite!" She shouts and receives silence until she hears something under the sofa, she goes to the kitchen and quickly grabs the frying pan then goes back to the living room. Holding it tightly as she kneeled down in front of the sofa and slowly looked down underneath the sofa and saw nothing but dark. She looks closer till two white glowing pupils suddenly show up making her scream and walk away from the sofa. It crawls away from the sofa and shows itself.
"oh... a cat? how did you even get in here?" She was shocked when a random cat showed up suddenly, which got her off guard. She looks closely at the cat and notices there is a scar between the cat's eyes, she walks towards it and picks up the cat to her arm.
"Now tell me how did you get here and how you have that scar on your face kitty?" She asks the cat even though the cat can't even speak human language, she is still concerned and curious at the same time. The cat just meowed at her and then looked at the open window.
"It seems I forgot to close that... Since you were in my house without a collar, you're mine now hehe" She let out a giggle and hugged the cat gently in her arms. She even forgot the ripped paper too but well the cat made her amnesia. She grabbed the phone from the floor and took a selfie with the cat then she asked herself what she should name the cat.
˚ʚNext Dayɞ˚
Time seemed to fly by quickly. Today was the school festival at J-high. In honor of the festival, the teacher allowed students to dress casually as long as it was appropriate. She opted for a white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, striking the perfect balance between casual and semi-formal. Each department was competing to make the most profit, vying for the title of the best department and the accompanying reward. She first observed Zack engaging in a boxing match, showcasing his profit-making skills against other students who were up for the challenge. Afterwards, she visited the beauty department and was surprised to find only a male student in charge with the help of the girls in his department.
"Why does he look like a unicorn with that hair..." She whispered to herself as she observed whatever he was doing until the guy just made one student bald- ok bye. That was a terrible haircut. She quickly walked away from the beauty department and headed to the architecture department.
Sweat dropped from her face as she looked in front of her. A water bomb stands with Vasco and others face with it. Vasco was smiling at her while Jace was right next to him looking at her to help him make his profit. She let out a sigh and went to the guy as a cashier paid and gave her balloons with water inside, then walked toward them but not so close yet not so far. She throws the ballons at them and they feel relief and smile at her feeling blessed since she's the first person who splashed them with a water bomb.
Vasco locks a gaze at her as she finishes throwing them a water bomb. Leaving Vasco shed tears on his face while Jace comforts him cheering that architecture depart have 1 point finally! Thirdly, she went to the baking department and bought a lot of bread, cupcakes, and other sweets they baked. rip wallet. She feels satisfied after eating some of it, making the baking department get 5 stars for good baking, on the way she notices the crowd in front of her. She tries to get to the front row but luck is not on her side so she just eats the last cupcake in her hand while watching from the back of the crowd.
It was an auction from the fashion department, she was about to back away before the MC explained the rules that girls will place money and whoever gets the highest will the reward aka the boys from each department that were called at by an MC. She was relieved that boys would get sold and not girls, she stood by from her spot as she continued eating the cupcake while watching the boy's embarrassed moment. When Vasco was called to the stage one girl placed money 1 won only, he was happy and sad at the same time since he thought Y/N would buy him, too bad she broke by buying so many loaves of bread from the baking department.
Many boys called till the MC called Daniel Park to the stage he was fidgeting his fingers and looking nervous. Many girls were shouting and bidding money higher and higher before this Lala girl or whatever her name is started to bid 1k won making other girls crumble on their spot while Daniel jolted on his spot too as sweat dropped from his face.
"2k won." A random girl bid higher making Lala girl bid more till she finally ran out of money. Lala doesn't want the random girl to win so she bids on her expensive bag that cost 7k won but sadly rules don't collect items just money for charity. "Daniel Park sold for 2k won!" MC announced the ending of the auction.
Back to Y/N, she kept looking at Daniel as he walked down from the stage and noticed he was walking toward her as he was standing in front of her asking her to come with him to meet the random girl. She doesn't know if she should agree or not since she wants to walk around again to see more department profit. Without answering him he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her with him to meet the random girl. While grabbing her wrist Daniel's ears were turning red and a tint of blush on his face since he was holding her wrist and walking with her.As they arrived, she saw the random girl who bid Daniel then the tall sunglasses guy behind her and it seemed he was gazing at her head to toe making her uncomfortable so she hides herself behind Daniel but she didn't notice the sunglasses guy smirking at her.
Tbc!
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TWST Overblot theory
CW: Spoilers book 6-7, this post is really long btw, Spoilers spoilers SPOILERS Spoilers for Malleus's age, grim boss theory.
So while I was going through book 6 (This was like when it came out) Idia made an observation and he theorized someone could be inciting these overblots. I looked over it as to what he said after made sense but I watched a theory from Rose Ember in which she discussed a time loop theory. I wanted to throw in my own two cents about an overblot theory I had been thinking about.
(As of making this post it is May of 2024 I am not up to date on any JP chapters, Crowley's card, or Heartslabyul manga book 4-Octavinelle. All of my sources I will be putting as I am taking direct game quotes)
I also would love it if at least some of you guys read this post and reblog I would love to hear y'all's opinions on this. I never seen people really look into it and I want to maybe bounce ideas off of some people on what's really going on.
Just remember all of this is just a theory...A GAME THEORY (RIP Matpat we love you king)
(Book 6 ch51) Idia was talking about how absurd it is that 5 (5 overblots up to this point) Coincidentally happened in 6 months "Overblots can happen when the caster overuses magic and builds up too much blot while experiencing intense negative motions" "It's a cascading effect that stretches back years." "And the thing that triggers emotional outbursts is the hardest to quantify our innermost feelings, or 'heart', so to speak a persons heart is the one thing we can't control no matter how hard we try." Idia's exact words. Now going with that statement and saying all of the overblots are just merely a "Coincidence" let's examine and analyze the overblots and why they happened.
Riddle
(HIS SAILOR MOON OF AN OVERBLOT TRANSFORMATION IS SO COOL IN THE MANGA.) Riddle's overblot obviously happened because his authority was being challenged as the housewarden from Ace going in a duel against him to everyone else getting fed up with his rules to defying him. Not to mention with the deep severe ties with his mother and her rules he well overblots.
Leona
His overblot happened because of his failed plan to basically kill off Malleus (He really pulled a long live the king here) from my understanding he gave up and the Savanaclaw students were like 'tf why?' he turned into an angry kitty and the feelings of being the second born prince and all that trauma raised up especially when Lilia went off on him (I fully blame Lilia for this). And he overblots.
Azul
His overblot happened from when Leona used his UM on Azul's contracts and blipped them away basically. When this happened he went back to that time when he was being bullied and was no longer powerful like he is now.
Jamil
Jamil's happened because well Azul thought it was cute to live stream his whole plan to the world exposing the fact that Jamil was essentially going to betray Kalim and well his deep-rooted years of being merely a 'servant' came up and he overblotted.
Vil
He overblotted because he basically lost to neige and was attempting to kill him (Almost killed Rook and the others). He accepted he had lost to him and will always lose to him and just snapped.
Malleus
He overblotted because of the announcement Lilia was leaving and retiring to Red Lagoon (Okay just leave your kids...ig?). I also want to say Yuu's announcement added to it because well Malleus is a lonely dragon who just wants friends and someone who is basically his father announced he's leaving and his friend outside of Diasmonia is leaving too.
Idia isn't in this list for a reason will get on with that later.
When it comes to all of these overblots in a certain sense none of them make sense as to HOW they happened. Coincidentally how is it that 7 students overblot in a school year especially with how rare they apparently are supposed to be. With them being 16-18 (Leona being 20 and Malleus being 178) You'd figure the eldest third years know the most to be careful. Plus if the staff is doing their job correctly all the students know to be careful right?
If it happened like once in a year that's understandable but 7 coincidentally? Leona had 4 years to overblot why all of a sudden??
I also want to point out something whenever blot would get built as far as I'm concerned they wouldn't even be using magic (Just having a negative emotion) and blot would built. Going by all the patterns from the overblots they get pissy it builds up they use their UM BOOM overblot. I think someone is personally targeting people to build up negative emotions purposefully and then they use a lot of magic which causes it. Having a UM like this could be entirely possible because look at the facts.
Book 2. It makes sense Ruggie would overblot rather than Leona. He just drank a potion that enhances his UM he was mad struggling he just GOT betrayed by Leona makes sense for him to overblot right? Not to mention during the Camp vargas events Overblotting was such a huge concern with just via their magic so why would the staff risk putting MANY students at risk of an overblot if they knew it wouldn't happen.
I also want to add Idia has a curse which has him burn blot and he was the first in hsi family to break that and overblot. However in order for him to thrive he needs to build it it's most likely being in Tartarus he built too much than he could burn off. (In Ch 6-51 it is also stated curses, and sealed phantoms getting lose can cause overblots as well meaning negative emotions and building power aren't the only causes to an overblot) There is a possibility from being around too many phantoms he built too much, but even then his family curse could have been burning blot during his overblot so Idia was probably never meant to overblot by any normal means (However if his curse wasn't burning off blot foul play could be involved)
Going by these facts the theory in question is a possible UM that affects negative emotions to be built up more and possibly a mood change. OR there is a pause on how blot is released causing it to build up.
(Has it ever been stated on how normal humans release blot if it's been built up...?)
ANOTHER THING. JP SPOILERS BTWWWW.
I cannot confirm my sources with this one so please take this with a grain of salt. I came across a post (I CANT FUCKING FIND IT) in which it translated if Malleus's ob doesn't end he will basically become the no. 1 enemy to society (Basically pulling an Eren jaeger). He's very powerful so you'd assume he's very mindful about overblotting especially if he's going to become the no.1 enemy of humanity.
I have some theories on who could be doing this.
1. Crowley
CROWLEY? Him and my other suspect are battling for first place but let me state my reasoning.
For the exception of Book 3, 4, 5? and 6? he was not present during the overblots and was basically useless. However he was present for book 1, 2, and 7. I put a question mark near 5 and 6 even though he was not present he was still in the general area. Via he was brought to Styx and he was DEFINITELY there at the VDC since it was a school event. book 3 and 4 he was for sure not present for.
We quite literally know nothing about him not to mention he's kind of a jerk face and will do anything to save his ass. For Jamil's and Azul's overblot this goes into hand that he could have activated his UM beforehand on them and the overblot started.
Not to mention during book 5 the headmaster of RSA was like "Bro I sense heavy magic presence" and Crowley was like "Naw you mad tweakin homie."
Two thing
He's Fae.
He has to be as old as Lilia or younger. But he definitely has at least 300 years of existence in his age.
HES A LITERAL HEADMASTER FOR A MAGIC SCHOOL
Meaning he DEFINITELY can sense magic so for him to blatantly ignore the blot sense with Vil either he was protecting his ass from losing his job or he is hiding something. Especially since it was an overblot If Malleus's magic was that good Crowley would have either sensed Vil's overblot or Malleus's Magic.
(If I'm correct an anonymous tip was sent in to Styx to check out NRC the anon in question was possibly RSA headmaster as it makes sense)
2. Ortho
Stay with me here
Ortho is from Styx and obviously Styx investigates overblots what if styx itself is causing overblots so they can study them and they are using Ortho.
Since Idia was theorizing about the Obs there is a possibility that he is not in the plan and it's Ortho plus his family and styx staff that's all in the plan.
(They could have gone too far with Malleus's)
It's merely a theory and I have no evidence to back this up
3. Grim
Quoting Idia's exact words ahem..
"He is seriously mediocre in every single way." "The preliminary report of him being a dire beast with high cost of blot density checks out, though." "He's a magical fusion of a direbeast, and some kind of animal." "He's as lackluster with magic as he looks...and his blot density COULD be phenomenally high."
Ahem okay.
So as we know Grim is a fusion with what could be a Direbeast and possibly a cat. Going back to exhibit A in which Idia said loose phantoms could cause an overblot he could be affecting the blot levels around him Yuu being the only one not affected since Yuu isn't from said world.
Some Cons tho
Using this logic Ace would overblot as well same as Deuce hence why I think he is the least likeliest but it does make sense as eventually Grim does interact with the overblot squad.
4. Yuu
STAY WITH ME STAY WITH ME OKAY
Yuu comes from different world and are trying to actively escape using their new plan MICKEY. However it doesn't exactly explain how Yuu got there since well 1 they are from a different world how would a horse basically cross the multiverse (Unless the Magic mirror is scheming against Crowley and needs Yuu's help that's a different conversation) we know jack shit about Yuu. HOWEVER Yuu could be subconsciously activating overblots since they are prom a foreign world (I'm basically thinking of that one mickey game with the ink brushes EPIC MICKEY) except Yuu causes them.
Cons tho.
As per the manga every Yuu is different every chapter and this would highly contradict (Also how tf are there multiple Yuu's?) not to mention Ace and Deuce would also OB.
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Wicked prayers, sweet penances (5)
[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]
[warnings: sex content, smut, dirty talk, domination, religious kink, incest, fluff]
[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]
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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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After what had happened between them in the confessional, neither of them had any illusions about what their relationship was. They were addicted to each other, bound in body and soul.
Back in the city, Aemond felt he had fallen into a black, depressing abyss. He couldn't bear the thought that when he went to sleep, she wasn't there, waiting for him, lying naked in bed, looking at him with slightly parted mouth.
The absence of her physical presence, her scent, her voice, the touch of her warm, soft skin was driving him insane. He had never missed anyone so much in his life. He felt that he had come straight from heaven to hell, and he was roasting in the fire for what he had done.
He thought many times that for her he would be able to throw off his cassock and leave the priesthood. Nonetheless, he knew that in their case, it didn't solve anything. Even though he was her half-uncle, he was still her close family. Such relationships had no right to exist in the modern world.
He had to wait until Sunday to see her again. They texted each other every day or talked on the phone at night. He sensed that she was as depressed as he was by their constant separation. One night, after wishing her sweet dreams, he got a message with photo of her.
Only her bedside lamp was burning in her room, gently illuminating her naked body, visible from the waist up. She was lying on her stomach, holding the phone in front of her, partly obscuring her face on the pillow.
He saw her misty eyes, her beautiful mouth, her hair spread around in disorder, her breasts pressed against the sheets. Moment later he got a message.
Persephone: "I miss you so much."
He felt his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight. He pursed his lips, replying quickly.
Hades: "I miss you too. So much. You're so beautiful."
He stared expectantly at the screen, hoping she would text him something else. He opened her photo again and again, analyzing every visible part of her body, which until recently he had been kissing meticulously. He shuddered and clicked quickly on the notification when a new message appeared.
Persephone: "I need you, uncle. I wish you could touch me now."
He swallowed hard as he read her words. It shocked him that he was already completely hard. His hand slid under the fabric of his pants, grabbing his sore, swollen cock. He answered her with his free hand.
Hades: "Where would you like me to touch you? Tell me."
He massaged himself slowly, looking excitedly at the phone beside him, the screen unlocked so he could see the new message that popped up a minute later.
Persephone: "There, between my thighs. I'm so wet, uncle. I'm leaking when I touch myself."
He moaned softly, speeding up his movements, gripping his cock tighter, feeling his own pre-cum leaking out of him. He grabbed the phone with his free hand, texting quickly.
Hades: "Are you touching yourself now, baby? Feels good?"
After a few seconds, a reply came.
Persephone: "Yes, it feels so good. I slide my finger inside me, imagining it's you, fucking me so well"
He swallowed hard, the wet sound of his hand fucking his own cock echoing through his bedroom. He felt he was about to come. He reached for the phone, panting softly.
Hades: "I'd put my cock inside you and fuck you all night, sweet niece. I'd fuck that wonderful wet, tight pussy and fill it all with my semen. Would you like that?"
Persephone: "Yes, uncle, that's all I want, all your seed inside me, just for me"
He came hard, stifling a moan, throwing his head back and squeezing his eye shut. His sperm squirted onto his sheets, he massaged himself for a while, feeling wonderful waves of pleasure spreading through his body.
After a moment, he took the phone in his clean hand and finally texted her back.
Hades: "Your uncle just came because of you."
From then on, they often exchanged similar dirty messages, turning each other on. His niece sent him pictures of herself. He was delighted to find that they had no pronography overtones. Her frames were always well thought out, never fully revealing anything. If her shirt was unbuttoned, it always covered her nipples, though he could see that a millimeter would be enough to see her in all her glory.
Most of them were pictures of her, sitting or lying down, partly undressed. He knew that she chose everything, so that he would dream of her every day, not giving him anything on a platter, not throwing any lewd sight at him. He loved it and it turned him on tremendously.
He felt he wouldn't be able to hold out until Sunday, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to touch her. They often kissed in the park belonging to the parish, but it was dangerous and only added to their desire, not giving them fulfillment.
As soon as he found out that his parish priest was leaving for the day to settle his affairs, he immediately called her to come to him at the parish office. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn't come inside her soon.
He opened the parish office and went to the other room, searching the archives for documents he was supposed to find for his parish priest. He cursed under his breath as he heard someone enter the office. There were times when older women would come over just to gossip without having anything to do, and he wasn't in the mood for that today.
He impatiently walked down the hall, and was stunned when he saw his niece sitting on his desk, smiling at him. He felt his whole body quiver, his cock instantly hardened. He swallowed hard as he walked to the main door and turned the key.
He saw her watching him with amusement, as he walked over to the window and drew the curtains. He had never been so turned on in his life. Their messages, her photos, it all had him on edge. He finally stood in front of her, a few steps away from her, looking reverently at her body.
She was wearing a bright, light, airy dress with puffed sleeves and cream, long socks to the middle of the thighs, beautiful black shoes on her feet. Her hair was completely loose, framing her face wonderfully. He thought he could come just by looking at her like this.
She must have seen his desperation, because she took off her shoe with one foot and then did the same with the other, looking at him expectantly. She was swinging her knees, opening them slightly and closing them, her hands placed behind her.
"You called me, uncle. What was so urgent?" She asked softly and innocently.
Aemond pursed his lips as he looked at her. She knew exactly what she was doing. He approached her slowly, unhurriedly, looking at her darkly and menacingly. He smiled with satisfaction, that as soon as he stood in front of her, she automatically spread her thighs in front of him. He touched her cheek lightly, running his thumb over it.
"Doesn't your uncle have the right to see his beloved niece?" He grunted lowly, looking down at her.
She pursed her lips in delight at his question.
"Of course you have the right, beloved uncle. You have the right to see me whenever you want." She purred sweetly.
Aemond grunted in satisfaction at her response, his hand sliding down to her thigh, massaging it slowly. He felt her shudder under the touch of his hand, looking at him with her hot, soft eyes.
Unable to contain himself, he leaned in, brushing her lips, squeezing her upper lip at the end. They both parted their lips in delight, looking at each other with misty eyes. His hand slipped under her dress. Air stuck in his lungs, as he felt her naked buttock under his hand. She wasn't wearing underwear.
He pressed his lips to hers greedily, forcing his tongue inside her. She moaned loudly into his mouth, as she felt his fingers on her entrance. He pulled away from her and knelt, spreading her thighs in front of him.
Her entrance was all wet and shiny, her juices literally dripping off her. He ran his thumb over her hot, throbbing pussy all the way down, circulating her fluids. She threw her head back, moaning softly, her thighs moving involuntarily towards his face.
"You come so wet to the house of God, to the priest? What should I do with you now, child?" He asked with trembling lips, looking at her with dark eye from below. She shivered all over, pressing her lips together, suppressing a smile of delight.
"Please, give me my penance, Father. Do with me what you will." She mumbled helplessly, turned on to the limit, breathing raggedly.
Aemond's mouth parted at her words, his cock pulsing painfully in his pants. He leaned between her thighs and licked her entrance with the tip of his tongue. He heard her muffled moan of pleasure, her body lurching back in spasm.
"As penance, you will allow me to lick these unholy fluids from you, so that you may obtain salvation." He purred low, hearing her groan at his words. He bent down again. His lips kissed and brushed all over her hot pussy, caressing and sucking it gently. He felt her hand in his hair, pulling him closer, her thighs pressed against his face hungrily.
"Oh please, yes, Father, lick it all off" She sobbed, panting heavily, on the verge of her orgasm. She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue force its way inside her, pushing her all over. Its rough, wet surface massaged her upper wall. He slid in and out of her, rubbing her where she felt the most pleasure. The wet sound of his tongue and her pussy echoed throughout the room.
"Please, Father, please, please, please!" She sputtered, leaning back, feeling the heat spreading through her body, her orgasm rippling over her in waves. Her core tightened around his tongue, wanting to keep him inside. Her hips moved for a few more moments, his tongue slowly and patiently licked everything that flowed out of her.
She was breathing heavily, calming down slowly. Aemond took his tongue out with a wet sound and rose from his knees, wiping his face with his hand. He leaned over her and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. He pulled away from her, looking at her with satisfaction.
"Will you obey now, child?" He asked calmly, looking at her expectantly. She opened her mouth slightly, breathing heavily, looking at him all red.
"Y-yes, of course I will, Father." She mumbled softly, shivering all over, knowing it wasn't over, placing her hands on his black shirt.
He smirked, slowly undoing the belt of his pants, sliding them down, so that he was naked from the waist down. He pulled her closer by her buttocks, one hand guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance, teasing her with it, dipping it all in her juices. She moaned softly at the sensation.
"I should fuck that pretty pussy right now, don't you think, sweet child? Save you from your sinful thoughts." He whispered in a shaky voice, aching with desire, his cock throbbing impatiently in his hand, swollen and hard. His niece swallowed loudly, her hips responding involuntarily to his caresses, rubbing against him.
"Please, put it in me, Father. Fuck me however you want." She said breathing heavily, barely catching her breath, spreading her thighs wide in front of him.
They both moaned helplessly as he began to thrust in and out of her, not pushing all the way in, teasing her. He rubbed her spot right at her entrance, that made her come so easily.
She moaned sweetly, trying to meet him with her thighs, forcing him to go deeper and harder inside her. He stopped her by squeezing his hands firmly around her buttocks.
"Patience is a virtue. Haven't you heard of that?" He hissed, moving rhythmically inside her, not giving her what she wanted, her pussy pounding relentlessly against him. She looked pleadingly at him.
"Please, please, Father, fuck me, fuck me already" She sobbed.
He moaned low and entered her hard, all the way to the end. They both gasped loudly as he sped up, pumping his cock into her fast and hard.
Their bodies slapped together with a loud, wet sound, his cock flashing in and out of her tight, hot insides, pushing her to the limit. They both moved intensely and quickly, panting and moaning loudly, his cock fucking her brutally, rubbing where she needed it every time.
"Good girl. Look at you. You take my cock so well." He purred, panting with her, his breath ragged, he felt he was on edge.
His cock, all in her juices, was fucking her shamelessly with a wet slap, her thighs parted completely before him. He watched with delight as he appeared and disappeared inside her, sinking inside her with decisive, sharp movements. His niece grabbed his buttocks in her hands, impaling on him harder, making them both moan helplessly.
"Please, father, cum in me, pour out your holy seed in me" She sobbed, as she felt herself approaching another orgasm, her inside burning with pleasure, she couldn't breathe anymore.
"You think you deserve it, sweet child? You deserve my semen in your wet, tight cunt?" He asked, panting heavily, knowing that a few more thrusts and he wouldn't last.
"Yes, please, Father, yes, yes!" She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, her insides tightening and pulsating against his cock, her orgasm so strong she lost touch with reality for a moment.
"God, yes, take my semen like a good girl. Fuck!" He mumbled and squeezed his eye shut, panting heavily, as he felt his hot cum squirt inside her, his cock throbbing all over. Both of them were breathing heavily, wriggling, their hips still moving, extending the waves of their pleasure.
"You make me feel so good, uncle." She moaned softly, without strength, writhing before him, her eyes closed in pleasure and fulfillment. He leaned over her and gently brushed her cheek, tracing his nose over her warm skin.
"I love you so much." He whispered helplessly, looking pleadingly at her. She drew in a breath and looked up at him, her eyes hazy and hot, her lips slightly parted. Her fingers touched his face gently. She rose slightly and brushed his lips. They began to kiss lightly and tenderly, stroking each other's faces. His cock was still deep inside her. She broke away from him with a soft, wet sound.
"I love you too, uncle."
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Outlast antagonists headcanons
I'm only considering the ones from the first game, because for the other ones I haven't much to say. I consider Father Martin a morally grey character so he isn't here.
Chris Walker
The little pig plush it's always been his confort toy since he was a child. When he came back from the war Chris used it to mourn himself to cope
If he wasn't killed in the underground laborator and managed to kill everyone there he eventually would stay in the asylum and kill anyone who came near the facility, becoming a sort of urban legend
He really wanted to kill Trager but he was too concentrated on Miles. He barelly know him but he's still very angry with every Murkoff employees to think straight
Chris surely knows everyone in the asylum, judging Father Martin's purpose as ridiculus.
Richard Trager
I actively decided to ignore canon so before the mutation he had grey hair tied in a ponytail and glasses
His dedication to self-learning medicine is at the point that he sewed a ton of cuts himself. Also he told peolpe that he was an actual doctor and convinced them to be analyzed by him
When was a regular employee Trager used to call "kiddo" any coworker younger than him
(I once saw a fanart of this on pinterest) I think Trager is the type of mindfucker that tells kids things like "Don't smoke kids, its dangerous” but then snorts cocaine
The Twins
Not much to say about those guys exept they were sigly abused by their negletful parents who leave scars on their bodies. Later the social services took them and entrusted them to another family, but the damage was already done
They always lived symbiosis, isolatimg themself from the rest of the world, Their adoptive parents tryed to help them, but slowly they gave up. Later the two brothers killed them
They decided to follow Father Martin for basically no reason. They think that being under his protection would have make them untouchable, somehow.
Eddie Gluskin
I am a horrible person and I hc his birthday as February 14th
While he was basically a serial killer, I like to think that he worked in a wedding dress shop. At some point of his life he dropped school and the owner of that shop thaught him how to sew and pack clothes. Eddie could have stabilized himself, but he was already too deranged
Eddie hates women that much because his mother always knew what his father and uncle done to him and when they get to prison she blames him for taking her husband away from her
I actually think he would be a decent father. Of course he's a borderline psychopath and would rise his child in a sick environment full of torture and murder, but I don't think he would ever hurt them (intentionally, at least)
Frank Manera
I do think he murdered his family and cooked them after years of instabiliy
When he went to the Mount Massive he was put in the hands of a pretty sadistic guard who basically starved him in order to "punish him in the proper way"
His hair turned gray due to the stress of captivity
Actually he managed to not being catch by the SWAT but later he died for some kind of diase because of eating raw human meat
Jeremy Blaire
This man screams daddy issues. Like, have y'all present the song "Are you satisfied?" by Marina? Yeah, that's Jer.
While he was friend with Trager he used to be very embarassed of him and his chaoticity. They went on golf club like any bored rich but Jer constantly avoied Trager at parties
Actually treats like shit EVERY employee that's not his superior, but he really targeted Waylon more than anyone. Like one time he challenged him to arm wrestling and kept him busy for an hour and a half to make him understand how a real man behaves
Example of a cisgender straight white male, bye
#outlast#outlast game#outlast whistleblower#waylon park#outlast headcanons#miles upshur#red barrels#eddie gluskin#richard trager#frank manera#jeremy blaire#the twins outlast#chris walker#headcanons outlast#outlast meme#blake langermann#outlast 2#mount massive#father martin#outlast antagonists
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Hello! I've recently been binged reading your human illustrator wally series and I love it-!! It's amazing, and I think it would be cool to see your perception of the others too-!! That is if your comfortable to do so! Amazing work and im excited to see more in the future
I'll do my best! OwO I'll try to make it a bit short, but no promises lol. There is a bit of extra Wally info, too, simply because some of it pertains to other characters.
Human Illustrator Wally AU Character Info:
TW: Brief Mentions of Trauma/Possible Trauma, Past Bullying, Mentions of Delusions, Anxiety, and Paranoia
🖍️ Wally, alongside Barnaby and Howdy, went to a school that mainly consisted of richer families. It was kind of a school for "gifted" kids, and by "gifted" it means "both gifted, but mainly kids if families who PAID to be here". Wally and Barnaby's families paid for them to be there, while Howdy scored high enough in public school to be offered a genuine placement there. The school was a k-12 private school.
🖍️ Wally, even as a young kid, was extremely talented at art. Barnaby... well, Barnaby never really found a talent. What he doesn't realize is that he is actually pretty good at socializing and analyzing people. It was a part of the reason why he drifted towards Wally. He could tell that Wally was pretty lonely and wanted to help. Howdy drifted towards the both of them after being transferred from his public school, because the other children tended to bully him for coming from a poor family and not being able to afford trendy clothes. Howdy has a natural talent in marketing, being great at selling you basically anything. A part of it comes from how he felt he had to make excuses on why he had "cheap" items, such as a very basic lunch or a tattered bookbag.
🐛 Howdy's family was below the poverty line. Due to this his extended family either lived with them to help provide for everyone, or lived nearby to be there to fall back on. This has caused him to have a very close relationship with his family and to be hugely family oriented. His wife passed away, leaving him with their daughter, Henny. He treats her to whatever he can afford, often putting her needs before his own. He doesn't see himself as needing a lot of money, because he always saw how the more rich kids at the private school were mostly snobbish, besides Barnaby and Wally. He believes a good heart is more valuable than anything in the world.
🐾 Barnaby has always dreamed of being a comedian, however, he just can't come up with the right jokes or stunts to make people laugh. He usually starts out alright, before spiraling from both anxiety and believing that he messed up the joke and now has to explain it in vivid detail, thus ruining what good he had. He's determined, though, for better AND for worse. For better, because he has been practicing and practicing, making his jokes slightly better than before. For worse, because he soon became on the brink of being homeless. When Wally offered him a room in his house, he was forever grateful. He was also the first out of the group to figure out that Wally has hallucinations. Although he is unsure of exactly HOW he can help, he knows a few things that he can guess WON'T help, and to avoid doing those things. So, he tries his best to make Wally more comfortable whenever things get bad.
🎀 Julie LOVES fashion, of course, as a fashion designer. She especially loves the aesthetic of Childcore fashion. So, that is the bulk of the clothes she designs. She rarely puts the logo of her company on the clothes she designs, besides the tag. She believes that doing that would not only ruin the design, but be a bit devious, especially for the children's clothing designs. She doesn't want her clothing to make people walking advertisements! She wants her clothing to make people FASHIONABLE. She met the others through a brand deal, where her, Wally and Sally were working together on a show.
🌟 Sally is both a movie and play director. It usually goes that she will make a play, then make a movie out of that play. For her, the play is the most valuable form of the story, but she is well aware that some simply have trouble enjoying plays. For many, they simply do not have the imagination to fill in the details of the background details. So, the movie will help provide them a more entertaining version of the show. She can be a bit of a diva while directing people, but can always figure out when she has become too harsh and accidentally hurt someone's feelings. In those cases, she tries her best to make it up to them. She can also be a bit overdramatic, in both a good and a bad way. She wants her life to be more entertaining, like a real life show, and finds it difficult to cope with how bland the world seems to be compared to the stories she tells. So, when she met Wally and Julie on the show they were working together on, she knew she had to become their friends. They both seemed, to her, like they walked right out of a children's show.
🕊️ Poppy is as shy and anxious as ever. Now, though, she isn't too anxious to make the baked goods she comes up with herself. She has even made by Eros cooking shows with her skills. Before she found her passion of cooking and baking, however, she actually worked as a nurse. Seeing the injuries of some of her patients was what made her grow more anxious and accident wary in the first place. Eventually, she quit her job and moved back in with her family for a bit, before turning to cooking as a coping mechanism. She soon, unknowingly, became extremely good at baking and cooking meals for her family. She decided to make it into a career, when her friends and family got her to go onto a competitive cooking show and won. Then, her career as a cooking star rose up, eventually causing her to meet the others.
✉️ Eddie and Frank are both "outside" of the group. They aren't celebrities. Eddie is still just the clumsy mailman we know and love. In this specific AU, however, he has a form of ataxia that he inherited at birth. Ataxia, in a very basic explanation for those who may not know, is a condition that causes difficulty with walking and balance, coordination, speech and swallowing, and eye movements. His case is very mild, and he is receiving any available treatments he can get his hands on, but it still causes some difficulty with walking and having to make sudden, coordinated movements.
🦋 Frank is the local librarian. In fact, he owns the library. He met Eddie after ordering some books for the library, with him realizing his packages arrived from hearing Eddie trip and drop the heavy packages to the ground outside. Frank, to be frank (pun intended), was quite upset until Eddie explained his condition. After that, they slowly became friends as Frank ordered more and more packages of books to fill the library on time for its opening day. After a few years of them talking, they ended up getting into a relationship and marrying each other. To a little surprise, it was a blue haired stranger that ended up helping them out along the way, by giving love advice to them both before they asked each other out (Cough cough WALLY cough cough BUT NEITHER OF THEM RECOGNIZED HIM cough cough).
🏠 Home is just a little voice in Wally's head. A malicious one, that is. Wally's house itself seems to act as a sort of "trigger" for this specific voice, which is why Wally has nicknamed it Home. It causes an array of problems for him, from filling his mind with anxieties to even planting the seeds for brief bouts of delusion from time to time. As of recent, the delusion aspect has not been as common. Wally has found ways to ground himself back in reality, so those episodes have grown shorter and shorter. The main problems that Home causes at this point in time are anxiety and paranoia. Wally has never shared this fact, but he believes that the reason why his own house seems to be triggering Home is because he had a bad experience in his family's home when he was very little. However, Wally isn't entirely sure that his theory is true. All he knows is that Home only really talks to him whenever he is in his house, usually when he is alone in a room.
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Eye of His Storm - Chapter Three
Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Fem!Reader
She was the pure beauty of Targaryens and Velaryons, only daughter of Rhaenyra and Leaner Velaryon, second child.
He was the scarred, menacing son of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower.
They put together the broken pieces of their lives, and made each other whole.
Warning: series will have INCEST, cursing, smut, violence, ptsd, alcohol and other possible triggers. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 18+ ONLY.
Photo from Pinterest.
“How much longer must we keep up this charade. You’re going to leave soon back to Driftmark, and then who knows when I’ll see you again?” Aemond said, visibly annoyed as he sat in your chambers. He had come in through one of the passageways, while you were reading before dinner. Currently both of you sat on the couch, with yourself resting your back against the arm of the couch facing Aemond, as he sat with his spread legs on the couch. Your legs pressed against his, as they were curled up, considering the couch wasn’t all that large, but both of you appreciated the closeness. His hand rested on your legs, and he found himself holding back from his desire to raise his hand underneath your skirts, feeling your soft skin.
“Especially now that Rhaena and Baela are going to be married to Jace and Luke, I’m sure I’ll be having some sort of ball for a suitor soon. Maybe if tonight isn’t too scandalous, my mother would allow you to come” You said, with a smirk. Aemond chuckled.
“Daemon’s been glaring at me all day, especially when I look at you. Pretty sure he won’t allow me to be even near Driftmark” Aemond said, and you almost rolled your eyes.
“Too bad he’s not heir or my father. He has no authority” You replied.
“But he’ll persuade Rhaenyra” Aemond replied.
“She’s more headstrong than she looks” You replied, and Aemond raised an eyebrow.
“Just like a certain woman I know, byka embar (little storm)” Aemond responded, squeezing your leg teasingly. You smirked, watching his eyes glint with amusement. “Maybe we should just fly away and get married tonight. Skip the feast”
“That might cause war, issa zaldrizes (my dragon), although I long to be your wife” You replied, honesty pouring out of your eyes as you locked eyes with him. You could see his pupils dilating, as he raised his hand on your leg to your thigh, squeezing.
“Oh, byka embar, you don’t even know how much destruction I would cause in order to have you as my little wife. I would gladly burn the world” Aemond said, his voice rougher with desire.
There was a sudden knock on your door, and you stiffened, looking at Aemond in worry of who it could be. He lifted his hand off your leg, preparing to leave. If it was anyone from the Blacks, you’d have to delay for him to leave.
“It’s the Queen, Princess” one of the guards said, and you exhaled a sigh in relief.
“Come in” You replied, and watched as she came in, taking in both you and Aemond on the couch. You could tell she analyzed it for a moment, deciding if you two were too close or not.
“Hello Y/N, Aemond. Congratulations on Driftmark. Honestly, it went smoother on the new decision than I had thought” Alicent said, sitting on the chair next to the couch. You smiled genuinely at her.
“Thank you, and yes, although the rest was… unexpected” You replied, with a grimace remembering Vaemond’s body.
“Daemon has always been… dramatic” Alicent responded, glancing over to her son, who in her opinion, was very similar.
“He defended her honor” Aemond shrugged, seemingly undisturbed. You shared a look with Alicent.
“Well, I was coming to see what you were wearing to the feast tonight. As much as I want you to wear green, I think we should appease your family, especially if we want better relations” Alicent said, and you nodded, albeit reluctantly.
“Yes, I brought this beautiful strapless red dress. Rhaenyra should love it” You said, with a smirk, and Alicent smiled - although your smirk reminded her of her old best friend.
“I’ll make sure to be surprised and disdained” Alicent teased, before looking at both you and her son. “I wish you could stay longer. We’ve all missed you. You fit well here”
“We will figure it out. As I was discussing with Aemond, I’m sure once I go back to Driftmark, there will be pressure to find a suitor and there will be balls hosted by either Rhaenys or Rhaenyra for my hand. They can’t stop you all from coming, especially if the rest of this trip is peaceful” You said, as Alicent nodded.
Aemond watched his mother and you talk, thinking how true his mother’s words were, how well you fit here. Somehow, you kept the peace so he didn’t feel the constant need to strangle Aegon, and you kept good company with his sister. He wished he could just marry you here and now.
“Well I guess we’ll have to play nice then” Alicent sighed, looking over directly at Aemond, who raised his eyebrow. You looked over to him, with a smirk.
“I’ll behave, only for you” Aemond said, reluctantly, as you and Alicent shared a look with a smile.
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“You look stunning, Y/N” Rhanyra said, as she entered your bedroom chambers after your ladies had finished dressing you. “The dress looks just perfect on you”
“Thank you, Rhaenyra” You said, with a smile, as you looked in the mirror.
“I understand I haven’t been as much as a mother to you as I have your brothers, and I realize my mistake. You have become a beautiful young woman in my absence, and I would enjoy having you call me mother, my daughter” Rhaenyra said, clenching her hands as she apologized. Shocked you looked directly at her, walking over to her and holding her tightly in a hug.
“Thank you, mother” You said, softly, as you couldn’t help the tears that were in your eyes, finally coming forth after years of suppressing your feelings about her abandonment. She tilted your head up to look at you, seeing the wetness in your eyes.
“Oh my daughter, let’s make sure the charcoal doesn’t run” She said, as she grabbed a cloth, dabbing your eyes gently to make sure the charcoal that the ladies had lined your eyes with didn’t run down your face. She gently held your cheek, staring at you and noting the similarities to her own reflection.
“You’re going to be a wonderful Lady of Driftmark” She said, before leading you out to dinner. Daemon was just walking up to the door when you both exited your chambers.
“My, don’t you two ladies look beautiful” Daemon said, smiling at both of you. You saw Rhaenyra’s face blush slightly, before she took his arm, and you all walked to dinner. Soon, Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena met up with you, and as everyone walked into dinner.
When everyone sat down for dinner, Otto, Alicent and her children sat on one side of the table: The middle seat was reserved for the King, then Alicent and Otto, Aemond on one small side of the table, with Aegon and Helaenasitting next to four empty seats on the opposing long side of the table. As everyone started to sit, it was clear that you would be sitting at the other small side of the table, opposing Aemond. It was almost like you two were a couple - paired off directly against each other. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone who thought this was unusual, as Jace and Luke were coupling up with Baela and Rhaena.
Aemond couldn’t tell you how beautiful you looked, but he did his best to stare at you and show you through his eyes what he felt. He did his best to keep his gaze as far from creepy like Aegon as he could, but you were so ravishing he had thoughts about laying you on the table for him to feast upon instead of the food. Adjusting himself in his chair, Aemond couldn’t help his mind from imaging ripping off your beautiful dress, and fucking you simply with just your jewelry on - or maybe a new necklace made from his own hand.
You smiled politely at him, although he could see the sparkle in your eye when you finally noticed his stare. Daemon also noticed, but his glare at Aemond was not nearly as kind.
Surrounded by the Blacks, you held your tongue, watching everyone interact.
“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman” Aegon whispered, and you had to bite your tongue to make sure no retorts were to come out of your mouth. The King was still in the midst of his speech, and Aegon seemed to already start the drama. It seemed everyone but the King had heard, as Alicent already started to pick at her fingers. Your eyes caught Aemond’s, as you took a sip from your glass of wine.
“You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that” Aegon added, sneering at your brother. You clenched your fists underneath the table, your expression similar to the rest of the dinner table.
“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed” Jace says, annoyed evident on his face.
You took a large gulp of wine, making eye contact with Daemon now who looked more amused than anything at the commentary. You turned to look at Rhaenyra, who’s scowl was present, but was doing her best to keep her attention on her father to make sure he didn’t realize what else was going on at the table.
“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past”
The King stood up, taking off his face mask and allowing everyone to see his face.
“My own face is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your father, your brother, your husband and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems, walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the house of the dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the Crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly” He said, before sitting down with some wheezing.
The sight of his face didn’t frighten you, but the speech made you sad about the remaining time your grandsire may have left alive. Everyone looked solemn as well, although some of the young ones looked a bit queasy at his face.
“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology” Rhaenyra said, honestly and respectfully. Alicent looked to her with hopeful eyes.
“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers and love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. I raise my cup to your and your house. You will make a fine queen” Alicent said, and there were emotions stuck in your throat. Alicent shared a look with you, after smiling at Rhaenyra.
“I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer, but if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask” Aegon said, leering at your cousin. You tensed, taking another sip of wine. That’s all it seemed you could do without causing a scene.
“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles” Jace toasts, getting the attention off of Aegon’s rude commentary.
“I would like to toast Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you…except sometimes when he’s drunk” Helaena toasted, and you couldn’t help but smile, catching Aemond’s glance.
His stares were like fire, and all you wanted to do was burn in the warmth.
Another sip of wine, and the music started playing. As Jacaerys danced with Helaena, Aemond walked over to you, many eyes staring curiously and annoyed.
“May I have this dance?” Aemond asked, extending his hand. You waited a moment, feeling Daemon’s stare at the interaction, but took his hand, as he led you to the dance floor.
“Beautiful is an insult for how you look tonight” Aemond said, low enough that only you could hear between the music and space between everyone. You did your best not to smile widely, but your lips tilted upwards. His hands on you felt hot, and although you both kept a respectable distance due to families, you felt finally close to him in comparison to the distance at the table.
“My Prince, you flirt” You replied, a raised eyebrow at his words.
“How close do you think I could hold you without our family rioting?” Aemond asked, a playful look in his eyes. You chuckled, shaking your head.
“Who do you think would be first?” You replied, your eyes lighting with amusement.
“Daemon, or Lucerys. He’s been looking at me funny” Aemond said, and you looked over to where Lucerys was, and indeed, he was looking strange.
When everyone sat back down after the king had left, and a pig was placed in front of Aemond, you knew why. Aemond pounded the table, and stood up, glaring at Lucerys.
“Lucerys! After everything mother and grandfather were talking about - you send Aemond a pig, from your prank when you were younger?” You whispered to him, angrily. Rhaenyra heard your comment, as you had intended, and looked to Lucerys in disappointment. You looked back over to Aemond, who was staring with an unreadable expression.
“Final tribute. To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise and strong” Aemond said, a sparkle in his eyes. You did your best to look annoyed at Aemond’s words, but in your heart you knew who you wished to support.
“Come, let us drain our cups to these three, strong boys” Aemond said, smirking.
“I dare you to say that again” Jace commented.
“Why? ’Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” Aemond said, and you did everything in your will to keep glaring at the scene, instead of laughing as you desired.
Then the fighting began suddenly, and everyone was in chaos. The boys seem ready to kill one another, and your heart dropped - the plans for peace seemingly thrown out the window, however, lets make wine out of rotten grapes.
“Aemond, stop!” You shouted, rushing in between Aemond and Jace, your brother behind you as you stared at Aemond. His eyes almost glowed with anger, although there was a spark of surprise at your actions.
Everyone stilled, shocked my your actions to step into the fight. It wasn’t proper, but you wouldn’t be fighting, and if this was the way things were heading, then you needed to make it better somehow. You weren’t going to go back to Driftmark alone and have this fight continue till your deaths between families.
“Get out of my way, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you” Aemond said, roughly, looking around your shoulder to your brothers. Poised to attack, his muscles were tense and his body posture showed no hesitancy if you were to move out of the way.
Cautiously, you reached out, placing your hand on his arm gently, attracting his attention back to you. Aemond, softened, leaning slightly into your touch. It wasn’t an exaggerated act, but as you already had everyone’s attention, everyone saw it.
“If I become your wife, my eyes would both be yours” You stated softly, after a moment’s hesitation, shocking everyone. The room was so silent, you could hear the faint crackling of the fire logs burning. You were the focus of everyone’s eyes in the room.
Your focus was solely on Aemond, however, as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around to force your jaw upwards to see him directly. His eye was studying your whole face for signs of mockery or jest. Your bodies were so close, as if you were dancing. Your heartbeat was racing with anticipation.
You stayed there, unmoving, as everyone else in the room held their breath. His hands were so large, they covered your neck completely. He could easily snap it in two if he wished - but everyone in the room knew of his love for you.
“No!” Lucerys shouted, breaking the silence. The glares Lucerys got from both Daemon and Rhaenyra were full of disappointment. Daemon forcibly held your brothers back, as they attempted to pull you away from Aemond, while no one else moved closer. Aemond held such a fear over everyone - and one wrong move from them could mean a wrong move on you.
“You would be mine. Fully mine, for me to do whatever I please with. Your body would be mine, only mine, to breed with my kids, to fill with my seed. You’d never be able to leave me” Aemond whispered into your ear, bending down for his lips to brush against your ear, so no one else would hear it. Both of your families would punish him for the words he uttered, regardless of the truth they held.
You did you best to hold in the shiver, but you held onto his arm a bit tighter, his gravely whisper and heated words making your knees weak. His breath heated your neck, as he let out a soft chuckle.
“Our kids” You whispered back into his ear, feeling the muscles in his arm tense, before he moved back slightly, to look into your eyes.
He simply nodded, a lift to the side of his lips, before he took his gaze and hand away to look over at his mother.
You looked over to your mother, her face solemn but not angry, more understanding of the situation. She reached her hand out, and you walked over to take it, allowing her to bring you close to her.
“Children, go to bed” Daemon said, when your eyes ventured to him, knowing this would have to be discussed by the adults.
“No! He’s not marrying my sister. She’s too good for him” Lucerys shouted, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aemond smirk wider. Shaking your head, you sighed.
“Now. Do not make me repeat myself again” Daemon said, nodding his head over to where your half sisters were already headed out. Both of the boys glared at Aemond, before leaving reluctantly. The door slammed behind them as they left, as well as Aegon and Helaena who Alicent had pushed to go to bed as well.
“You don’t have to marry him. We can figure something out” Daemon said, in almost a whisper as he placed a hand on your shoulder while the rest of the room cleared. The only ones remaining were Alicent, Otto, Aemond, Daemon, Rhaenyra and you.
“Our family has been fighting for too long. If this marriage is the solution, then I will do my duty” You said, as mother squeezed my hand tightly, as Alicent, Otto and Aemond approached.
“This will be a beautiful marriage” Alicent said, a smile on her face as she touched your face gently, before backing away to let Aemond stand close to you. Alicent knew of his possessiveness, especially around you.
“It is not too soon to have you be married tomorrow. With the King and his health, the earlier the better” Otto stated, as Rhaenyra and Daemon looked at each other, before looking at you.
You looked up at Aemond, who reached over to hold your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss gently. For how rough his hands were, his lips were soft over your knuckles.
“Everyone is already here. Tomorrow is fine. There should be some spare dresses around that will be good enough for a wedding, yes mother?” You said with a sigh, looking over to Rhaenyra, who smiled lightly before looking to Alicent.
“This is a royal wedding - I don’t think an old dress will do. Alicent, I’m sure we can find a tailor to make a dress quick enough?” Rhaenyra said, with a genuine smile on her face, as everyone looked at each other. There was a new calmness, happiness almost, that was settling in the air. Hope for new beginnings.
“That would be lovely. I will make sure all the preparations are necessary. We will have a feast to celebrate your union. Anything you wish for, Y/N?” Alicent asked, smiling with excitement in her eyes.
“Pink peonies are still your favorite, yes?” Aemond asked, showing the tender side to him that you hadn’t seen since you were children. You smiled softly at him, as everyone looked surprised at Aemond’s gentleness and memory of you. Rhaenyra and Daemon the most surprised, glancing between the two of you.
“What a good memory you have” You replied, squeezing his hand lightly.
“Perfect. Well let’s all get some rest for the big day tomorrow” Alicent said, guiding everyone out of the dining hall.
The parents left first, with Aemond taking your hand in his as he led you out of the dining hall, intentionally slowly, wanting to spend more time with you.
It had all happened so sudden, Aemond’s mind wasn’t processing that he’d actually be marrying you - you, the woman he’s dreamed about since he could remember. The most beautiful women there ever was.
“Goodnight, my love” Aemond said softly, so only you could hear it, before you followed after your mother and Daemon.
They walked to their chambers, and closed the door behind you, looking at you.
“Thank you, for stopping Aemond. I know you haven’t been close with your siblings, but I am thankful of your protection of them” Rhaenyra said, gazing at her daughter.
“They are my brothers” You said, feeling something in your heart as your mother looked at you with almost love.
“Can’t believe that boy gets in a fucking fight and gets exactly what he fucking wanted. I told you I didn’t like him” Daemon said, angrily. A bit surprised, you could recognize the protective tone in his voice.
“You’re just upset that if you tried to do that, you would’ve been banished” Rhaenyra said, gazing longily at him. Daemon rolled his eyes, but smirked.
“Of course I am! But also, if that cunt makes you feel in the least bit uncomfortable, I will personally burn him alive” Daemon threatened, and both you and Rhaenyra smiled. You appreciated Daemon’s protectiveness over you, but even the thought of Aemond being harmed had you a bit shaky. Luckily, neither of them saw the slight force of the smile.
“I’ll have one of the guards walk you back to your room. Tomorrow is a big day” Rhaenyra said, last-minute deciding to press of her lips to your forehead, before letting you leave.
Leaving the room, you were stunned by her affection. For six years, you hadn’t received a letter from her, yet here she was, kissing you on the forehead just like her sons. Like you actually were her daughter, you were glad when the door finally closed so you didn’t need to uphold such a facade of emotion.
Sleep came immediately that night.
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Nothing's new...
pairing - judd birch x fem!reader
genre/tags - angst, break-up, moving on, time lapse, reader is burn out gifted kid
summary - Judd was so caring yet drastically different from you. It wasn't like he didn't have life plans but it didn't align with yours, or outsiders would say. You put it off, did your best to ignore it. Though some nights you couldn't avoid it, so you reasoned that as long as you were together... in any form, way or sense of the word then you were happy. One thing, you forgot to factor in how he'd feel, the weight of what he meant and how he'd handle that. It'd be fine right? It had to be.
notes - 954 words. based on this idea. idk, i just think it's fun to analyze a character way past what's given on the screen. is it giving 'you were a wonderful experience.'/'you were... everything'? because i need it to. apologies to it being so fast paced and maybe half baked? i just rly wanted to finish this and my love for him went... poof
req. tags - @rosaprep
Driving back home something constantly nagged at you, Judd, or mainly your relationship with him. You've been together for a couple years, he's seen you through highschool and the first two years of college. He always kept you away from trouble but whenever things were safe he'd tell you all about his misdemeanors. He really wasn't a menace, but he was no saint either. Your boy wasn't the type to follow societal expectations and would rather bend those rules as much as possible instead of bending himself. He never understood why you did it, but understood that it just worked for you. So he cheered you on when you went off to college and he stayed back doing vocational school. By the time you were on your second year he already had a job. You were so proud and happy for him, but after a dinner date as celebration you thought about how your lives would ever intertwine.
You worked so hard making sure he always had a place somewhere in your life that at this point you couldn't loose him, and now you were wondering why that is. As you check your phone in your parents driveway, you check your phone.
emo boy 🖤: 'hey. nice you're back.'
you: 'nice to be back. did you want me over now or ltr.'
emo boy 🖤: 'as soon as you unpack.'
emo boy 🖤: 'please.'
It took most of junior year of high school to freshman year of college to get this proud bastard to say please and thank you but he did, even if it was just for you. Despite your smile, that nagging thought came back. 'Why do I need him so bad.' It felt like you knew the answer but it felt so wrong to admit it.
you: 'yes sir 🫡'
You tossed the phone into the passenger seat with your purse and put your hands in your face. You love Judd, you really do. There's so much more to him than just some form of rebellion or new and exciting thing, but you couldn't deny it anymore. 'He's the break in the chain.' Then you hop out and get everything settled before seeing your boyfriend again.
Something was up with her. As I held her close, chin resting on top of her head and I rubbed her back she just held me tighter. I figured it had to be school. I've seen her stress out before, just for her to pull it all together and make it. She'd make a B look like the end of the world when school started, and by the middle to end she was exhausted. I liked seeing her stop caring sometimes. Not because I'd want her to fail but she was way too hard on herself, so if she ever did seriously fall behind on something I'd help pick her back up. This was different though.
Judd never understood why you were with him. His self esteem wasn't complete shit but he had heard enough romcom bullshit plots from Leah that you two matched the good girl and bad boy trope. When he thought about it, she wasn't wrong. He knew that if he went to college then it'd be specifically to try and burn a hole in his parents pockets. They'd cheer him on, mainly Elliot, for whatever the hell he did so it didn't matter to him. Though, college was a very big thing for you. He remembered you lowering expectations and tossing out your own dreams to please your parents. You were so pissed that they wouldn't let you just run off to California, and you settled for defying them by picking a major you wanted. Two years in, you were doing what you loved but at what cost? Just to leave that university with a piece of paper that said you stuck out four years of stress?
He looks down at you while you tried to cuddle even closer to him and he smiled. 'It's like she wants us to melt into each other,' and that thought alone spurred on questions of why. Not like it wasn't nice or anything like that. Though the only time you did this was when there was a lot on your mind, usually doubts. "What's wrong." He didn't pull away, or force you to look at him, his voice was steady and even, as he looks at you, the person he cares so much for. Seeing a head shake he could feel it in his gut that it was something about their relationship, about him.
Whenever you got quiet it was enough to make him worry, to question how long you two would last. He knew that you loved him but in moments like this it made him wonder if you still did. As the break went on he saw you less, and if you ever picked up the phone it was like your voice was hiding something.
"Are you thinking about breaking up with me."
That was the sentence to end everything between you two. You tried to tell him no but it only lead to him asking why. He had already heard enough from his family and friends about how he's not good enough. That you two paired together didn't make any sense but somehow it worked. He just wanted to hear it from you.
It's been years since that break up, but ever since that day you haven't felt a thing. You haven't felt anything at it's peak positive because now everything was the same. Even seeing him again at a bar didn't feel the same. You were both cordial with each other, he still bought you drinks, laughed with you, but it was all bitter sweet now.
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Hi ! Can I request an headcanon (Or a scenario I leave you the choice) where Shanks female s/o tells him that she is in fact a member of the Revolutionary Army.
How would he react to this discovery? Would he ask her to leave the Redforce? Or would he support her ?
P. S : her role is to send observations on geopolitics to revolutionaries
Take care and have a nice day !
Heyya🍀 hope you're doing well! I honestly loved this request because I thought of Shanks being an absolute sweetheart and supporting his S/O. Without further ado, hope you enjoy~🍞
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Headcanons: Shanks x F! S/O – Being an analyst of Geopolitics for the Revolutionary Army
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Shanks
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☠ {Name} originally acted much like a drifter, going from place to place along the Grand Line. Even making it to the New World successfully on her lonesome. Tenacity and careful observation earned her an unusual reputation. One which caught the attention of the Revolutionary army and she was scouted by a young man by the name of Sabo. Since then she was able to use her abilities to help the R.A. Of course her travels were completely free aside from a few annoying reports that had to be written and secret meetings to be had. Even amongst all of this, {Name} met Shanks... one thing led to another they ended up together.
☠ After they had been dating for a relatively long while. Shanks already had an inkling that {Name} was involved with something aside from his crew. But it never ever harmed the crew and that was the important factor. He left his curiosities to lie, seeing that he truly trusts her. {Name} frequently went on her own adventures and Shanks didn't mind. So long as she returned safe and sound. {Name} would pay the courtesy of telling Shanks that she would be gone for a while and the estimated time of her absence.
☠ Shanks already had an idea of something going on, it wasn't a rival pirate crew. The way she would carefully pick apart and analyze every place they went to. Her sometimes frightening insight into things like leadership, politics and the dark underbelly of near every place they went was impressive but peculiar. Shanks would put it down to her being a genius, maybe someone with enjoyment for such things but still perfection goes hand in hand with practice. Meaning it was not a skill she just picked up without constant practice. In fact, he knew the information wasn't all that official and could be very different from what was in the books, but terrifyingly accurate to the truth.
☠ {Name} could see Shanks was anxious. He played it off often, everytime he saw her off. She caught those glimmers of care and concern in his eyes that watched her leave. The lack of knowing what she was actually doing and just having to wait until she came back must have been hard. {Name} had decided that maybe the truth was something Shanks needed to know. She planned and practiced how she would tell Shanks the truth, the R.A were not the most fondly looked at organization. There was more hate than love on occasion. She told him about her journeys... what she does, the little details of her scouting, uncovering the truth of people and places and delivering it in a concise report to the R.A as a means of change for those very same people and places. Shanks only listened on in silence, his expression gave nothing away. Not whether he was surprised, upset or relieved. He just listened. At the end of her explanation, Shanks smiled, a sigh of relief fell from his lips. "I'm really glad you told me... I'm not entirely happy because I know it's dangerous, but I won't stop you. You're doing what you think is right and I'm proud of you for that" Shanks delivered his words so sweetly, his concern and love lacing the undertones.
☠ Shanks still held his fair share of worries. Knowing just how the R.A is viewed, but he didn't fully disagree with them. Most of their actions were for the betterment of many people. That was something he could respect, considering all the nasty sides he had seen in the World Government and even more so in pirates alike. Shanks did not tell her to stop, but rather spouted as many ways to protect herself as possible.
☠ {Name} found his declarations of protection to be very endearing, and the tips of staying safe became a droning speech. Shanks concluded it with a simple "So, tell me more..." {Name} was more than happy to explain the ins and out of what she did, Shanks couldn't grasp all of it as it went over his head a bit. Though he could tell she had a real passion for it considering how brightly {Name} lit up while talking about it.
☠ {Name} was thankfully a bit more transparent about her work. When preparing to leave it wasn't a random "I'll be back in a week." Like before, she would tell Shanks where she was going and how long she expected to be there with a tad more detail. However, there was one thing Shanks would often ask "How dangerous do you think it's going to be this time?" Depending on her answer, Shanks wanted to make sure that she wasn't in any terrible danger, and if she was...then he wanted to be nearby to protect her.
☠ Shanks and {Name} had come to the agreement that all the information she could give, she would. The information she couldn't share with Shanks would remain her secret and he will not press for any details. While most would have felt insecure at the idea of keeping secrets and half truths, he respected {Name's} will above all else.
#one piece#shanks#red hair shanks#shanks x reader#trashytoastboi#female reader#female pronouns#one piece headcanon#one piece headcanons#one piece imagines#one piece scenarios#sfw#fluff#akagami no shanks#red hair pirates#honestly had no idea what geo politics were Mcgoogle helped me ;-
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but here's the thing:
bob zimmermann probably gets into bed that night, and stares at the ceiling and listens to his wife tapping on her phone and then to her turning on her side and then to her breaths as they even out slowly, and thinks: I did not fuck up my son's life.
because for a long, long time he thought he had. and for a long, long time the inescapable truth was that he actually almost had. the therapist they saw together while jack was in rehab was very big on analyzing blame, so he's been told many times that he couldn't shoulder the full responsibility over something so complex, but it was a hard thing to believe in the years after the overdose. because the truth was, he pushed his son too hard, and then didn't watch closely enough to protect him from the fall, and that was all on him.
and even after jack was out of physical danger, bob still worried. because his son was quick to push people away and slow to trust. because his son went right back to hockey like there had never been any other option, despite all that it put him through. because his son still seemed to think hockey was all there was, that hockey was all he was, and a big part of that was bob's fault. for all of bob's four cups, somehow he never managed to tell jack that his greatest and proudest achievements were him, and alicia, and their family.
and when they skyped (when jack agreed to skype with them for more than a few minutes at a time, which was at first almost never, and then occasionally, and then, unexpectedly, a regular thing), alicia would ask about jack's friends, and if he's seeing anyone, and about the latest screw or safety dance or spring c (bob never got the hang of all those college events, truthfully, although it did sound just as fun - and less risky - than his twenties), and jack would sometimes mumble something, or talk briefly about his teammates, or let shitty barge in and take over without answering. but more often than not jack would just say that he's too busy with pre-season; that he's too busy with practice; that he's too busy with playoffs; that he's too busy preparing for the next season.
but then --
he's serious about this, alicia said at dinner, and bob rubs that tight spot in the center of his chest and breathes. because that phone call made bob realize he'd been worried about that. had been worried jack spent his whole life thinking his father wasn't sure of his abilities as a player, when bob had been certain of jack's success all along; it was everything else bob was unsure about.
bob zimmermann gets into bed that night, knowing that there's someone out there looking out for his kid. someone out there making sure he knows he has value outside of being a hockey player. someone out there making him laugh and holding him when he cries, someone who jack opened up to, got to know, fell in love with, someone jack is serious enough about to share with alicia and him, when jack has never been one for sharing. and even if it ends (although - jack is, after all, bob's kid, and if he's right about how jack looks at bittle, and how bittle looks at jack, then bob's pretty sure it's not anything to worry about), at least jack would go back into the world knowing it's something he can have.
at least jack knows he's allowed to be happy. that's all bob ever wanted for him.
#omgcp#omgcheckplease#bob zimmermann#never have I ever read that bob and alicia extra and NOT made myself sad thinking about it#bob zimmermann wants the world for his son but is so cluelessly as to how to tell his son that#and how to make it clear he's not talking about wins or losses#bob zimmermann hasn't learned how to talk to his son in a language that isn't hockey. and he's getting better#(and bitty being around will help)#but god. that moment must have been a moment of relief#alicia to bob later on: bitty isn't who I imagined him with. I'm SO GLAD bitty isn't who I imagined him with.#I'M EMOTIONAL LET ME CRY OVER THIS FOR A LITTLE BIT#text
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The Hearts of Lonely People
A/N: I may change the title. I’m not sure. I was trying to find something creative but, it’s a tertiary Pierce the veil related thing so I guess it fits with my theme for Quinn! No effort into formatting because I wanted to get it posted.
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I am the youngest.
I am the youngest of 8 girls, and this is my last year in the Reaping.
Things are different now than the first time.
I am not much taller, but I am stronger. I have more sense now, than I did back then, I think. I would hope anyway.
The thoughts from an innocent mind are gone, no longer naive for how ugly the world truly can be, I take the situation for what it’s worth, almost appreciative of being able to see how the past 6 years have been able to shape and change me.
If the things I’ve been though have made me stronger instead of more jaded, that I’ll never know for sure.
How the Capitol expects a 12-year-old child to fend for their life and, with the stakes that high, possibly return home, is a mystery to me, but not one that I voice.
I know better.
Because they don’t.
Questions like that are ones, thankfully, that I can ask my parents in our home, but from a young age they warned me to never express some of my strange inquisitions about the world we live in when we’re in public.
My mother seems to have a large heart. She is a teacher. She, despite the difficulties of the world we live in, decided to bring eight children into this world.
I think, personally, that it was a foolish mistake.
We’re fortunate that my father is one that enjoys analyzing things, improving their efficiency to improve the rate of production.
Our life has only improved over the years because of the correlation between my father, thanks to the way his mind works, being promoted through the chain of command at the factory he works, to now be in charge of it, and the lesser amounts of mouths in the house that have to be fed.
The guilt that my sisters put on me from a young age did what they wanted it to. I signed up for more tessera, the bare bones rations of grain and oil that, in the worst times, is a helpful supplement to keep a family’s pantry from being empty, while being a poor excuse for any actual nutrition.
The jealousy they had at my size, now, makes sense. I am the smallest. In their minds, that means I should have been fed the least, but, my parents were worried that, with 10 mouths to feed and me still needing to develop, that malnourishment wouldn’t help me any.
Then, we were more for want. We didn’t starve. No one went to bed hungry. But I’m sure there were times, if there were more, we could have eaten another plate full of food.
It’s raining, as I lay in my bed. I try to recall the color of the dress my mother will put me in today. We are all built the same, narrow waists and small of stature, so it has been tradition for each of us to wear our mothers last reaping dress on the day of our own.
The walk to the square of our part of the expansive District 6 that we call home will be mostly quiet. The Peacekeepers will line the street, keeping a watchful eye for the morphling addicts that dare think to cause chaos and distraction on such a sacred day.
We, the people of District 6, the people who built the train that will haul away 24 tributes, from 48 families, if you’re lucky, I suppose, to not lose both of your children to the Reaping, will watch, just as everyone across the nation will watch, and hope, and silently plead, that today we don’t lose someone we love.
Although I do not say that I love my mother, I am glad this is the last year her heart will be filled with this worry.
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