#I'm so fucking embarrassed I CANNOT believe I said that shit to them oh my god
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Canon Eclair behavior: being asked for your birthday while buying a bottle of wine and saying "oh no, I'm just planning a little...date".
GIRL. THEY NEED YOUR BIRTHDAY TO SEE IF YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO BUY WINE, NOT IF IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY 😭
#toast talks#I'm so fucking embarrassed I CANNOT believe I said that shit to them oh my god#MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING AND I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE A NICE DATE WITH MY HONEY WJDSIXIEJC#I blame the work day today I have been wobbly brained all DAY#anyways. yes. canon Eclair behavior for her to get SO bervous while planning a date that she does this shit. I watched it happen.#local detective doesn't flinch in the face of danger. she DOES panic at the thought of not being a good host.#someone please help her I think she might go through that bottle of wine herself AND burn down her kitchen -#oc tag: Eclair Dumont
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My favorite tropes in klance fanfics that are never not funny (to me):
"Fighting" over little things
Lance: "I cannot believe you just said that......"
Keith: "What?? I stand by what I said. Anchovies are objectively bad and are by far the worst pizza topping."
Lance: "What! A pizza without anchovies is like— like a rose without petals! an ocean without waves! a night sky without stars!
Keith: "Don't care. They're gross."
Lance, theatrically: "You wound me!"
Then bringing the others into it
Lance: "Hunk, are you hearing this nonsense??"
Hunk: "Nope, sorry bud, I'm with Keith on this one— anchovies are nasty."
Lance: *clutches his chest like he's been fucking shot*
Keith getting confused by Lance's bad flirting but it ends up working on him anyways (i.e. wrong formula right answer)
Lance: "Holy shit, dude. Your hand looks super heavy. Do you want me to hold it for you?
Keith, confused: "It's uh... I was— my hand? I— uhh...... yes...?"
Keith pretending he hates pet names/PDA
Lance, planting a wet kiss on Keith's cheek: "Anything for you, baby."
Keith, trying really hard not to smile: "Oh my god you're so embarrassing."
Casual sibling-energy banter among the team
Lance: "Pidge is sooooo tiny. She's like. Three feet tall! So cute!"
Pidge: "Lance, I swear to God. I will beat your ass."
Lance: "Bring it, munchkin. We put out the mousetraps."
Hunk: "Oohhh!" *high fives Lance*
Pidge: "I am going to bash in your kneecaps."
Keith, deadpan: "He'll just stand on the table then."
Hunk: "OOHHHH" *high fives Keith*
Pidge: *deep inhale*
Pidge, eerily calm: "I'm gonna give you guys. a five-second head start... One..."
Keith: "Uh... a head start for what?"
Pidge: "Two..."
Lance: "Wait, like five seconds each or...?"
Pidge, gritting: "THREE..."
Hunk: "Go go go gogogogogo—"
(unabashedly stole part of that from "Shut Up and Dance With Me" by wittyy_name on ao3)
Everyone knows they're in love EXCEPT them/the team placing bets on them (is it overdone? yes. is it still funny? to me?? also yes.)
Keith: "And uh... guys? There's... one more thing we need to tell you—"
Lance, blurting: "WE'RE DATING."
Everyone: "..."
Pidge: "Fucking finally."
Hunk: "Hah! Pay up, guys!"
Shiro, pulling a $20 out of his wallet: "Seriously? You guys couldn't wait one more week?"
Coran, whispering to Allura: "They weren't courting before??"
Allura: "I'm just as confused as you are."
And like. a million other things! i love them!!
#voltron#vld#blorbo#blorbo from my shows#keith kogane#lance mcclain#pidge gunderson#pidge holt#hunk garrett#coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe#his fucking name is so long i love him#princess allura#ao3#klance#klance renaissance#shout out to fan fiction writers#y'all are the best#stal.txt
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The Story of Minglan
Let's do one more episode tonight. The sooner we wrap up this stupid Emperor plot arc, the better.
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LMAO, there goes maternal uncle Bai.
He should have just sat home and eaten his food and he would still be alive, but no, he just had to be greedy. Serves him right.
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Eh, you fought for this marriage.
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Moar plot holes and shitting on established characterisation.
I'm supposed to believe that the Princess (and by extension, the doormat Duke) suddenly became loyal and benevolent to Minglan and Gu Tingye, especially since there is now an actual perceived risk to associating with them? Please.
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LMAO, I love Lady Zhang 🤣🤣
Molan has certainly lost none of her talent for making enemies and then she moans and whines about how everyone is excluding her. LOL, bitch, have you ever wondered why?
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Oh, great 🙄
She gets on my very last nerve but I suppose that today is the day when all of Minglan's true friends must show their faces. She can cross everyone who doesn't show up off her list for life.
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Wiping tears rn, ngl 😭
Danju, my beloved 💙
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Aww, her cousins from the countryside are here too!
Truly, all the important people!
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WTF.
This baby has been alive for a whole month and has already suffered TWO assassination attempts 🤬 Madam Qin is not giving up on the marquis title!
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WHAT THE FUCK?
SHE IS AN ACTUAL ASSASSIN??
I DID NOT SEE THAT FIGHT COMING!!
FENGXIAN, WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO BECOME INTERESTING ALL OF A SUDDEN? AND AFTER TRYING TO KILL A BABY, NO LESS!!
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Aww, Zhao'er is looking good and coming throuuuuuuugh!!
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LMAO, suffer.
If you had only let Minglan in on your whole plot, she would not be making an embarrassment out of herself and everyone here now.
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LOL, he is a whole mood 🤣🤣
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This is why Minglan and Changbai should have been told.
They have the potential to screw up the entire plan and bring down the Sheng family in the process.
The stupidity of writing here, I cannot even.
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LMAO, they are almost making me feel sorry for Sheng Hong 🤣🤣
Such unreasonable children!
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OMG, she's going to tell her!
Please, tell her! Please, someone, have some brains and compassion here!
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LOL, I have absolutely no love for Gu Tingye at this point, but this is hilarious.
Girl, your marriage is a hellscape and it's your own doing. You're so full of bile and wretchedness, you would not be happy if you married and Emperor.
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LOL, no matter what their status is, they will STILL look down upon you.
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How am I supposed to be rooting for Gu Tingye after all this?
She is having a mental breakdown in public because of his dumbassery. He's one of the worst male leads I've ever encountered in a c-drama ever. No love.
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LMAO, look at the pot calling the kettle black 🤣🤣
With that said, what did she expect, marrying this guy? He probably has every STD known to man by now.
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LOL, you treated her well?
IN WHICH LIFE??
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What? WHAT?
She killed Chunke? Like her mother did??
I didn't even realise Chunke had died, wtf.
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Hi comet! can I ask 33, 34, and 35?
have a great day :)
Hi! Yes!
33. something you want to learn
How to draw! I've always wanted to learn but have never had the patience (or the right resources). Maybe someday!
34. most embarrassing moment
Oh. This is the worst thing I've ever done and I cannot believe I'm about to tell you all I did it. I was working as a cashier at a very popular touristy store, training someone on the register (who was HIRED TO BE MY BOSS BUT NO ONE TOLD ME). And a customer came up. Keep in mind, we're super busy, I'm trying to train someone. I am NOT actually thinking. I sort of glance up at them, see a tall person with very short hair and a baseball cap. I ring their stuff up. I say something, and call them "sir."
Let me back up and say I almost NEVER called anyone "sir" or "ma'am" I have no CLUE why I did in that moment. But then I looked up and realized, to my HORROR, that I was definitely talking to a woman. I died from embarrassment. Apologized profusely. Almost cried. And she was so sweet, laughed with/at me, told me it was fine and not to worry, and then looked at me and said (I SHIT YOU NOT:
"Oh, I get it all the time. I have terminal cancer so--"
I don't remember the rest of the sentence because I promptly passed away.
In all honesty, though she was the nicest woman in the entire world and was on her bucket list trip and that was several years ago and I still think of her fondly (and laugh at myself about how fucking stupid I am) and I sincerely hope that the rest of her trip was everything she hoped it would be.
35. favourite subject
My favorite subjects in school were always English and History. (But I did the best in Science).
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Hellooo Keysie!!!
I am a massive fan of absolutely everything that you do (You could probably commit a felony and I'd be delighted.) I would not be exaggerating if I said you were my favorite author on Ao3 (It's true, you are.) I take so much pleasure in the way you write. It's hilarious and entertaining, but so painfully honest when it needs to be. I cannot even begin to express how incredible THH and TML are. Genuinely my favorite fic/series on the platform. I get unbelievably happy when I see you've updated with a new chapter and I get so excited when I read them. Your characterizations are wonderful! I'm especially a fan of Remus and Regulus (Wonder what that means for me as a person). The way you portray their friendship dynamic is just *chef's kiss*. Okay, this is getting a bit long now but TLDR; you are absolutely amazing and your fics are amazing and I love everything that you do!
PS: Keep being awesome
no i am a crier you're making my eyes wet :(((((((((((((( i feel really embarrassed and lame you do not have to be so lovely and sweet to me what if i collapse???? what then???
not to be Open & Honest With You but (i'm going on a lame rant on my lunch break so i'll stick this bollocks beneath the cut i'm so sorry you did not ask for this you should probably just ignore me you poor poor chicken)
i enjoy writing this shit so much and i can't imagine going about my life not writing??
which is absolutely insane as a thought because i only started writing fic just over a year ago. prior to that i had never even contemplated writing a story in any form, 0 original thought 0 idea how i would even go about that...
when i was a kid i used to write poems (i can't believe i'm saying this out loud) and even worse when i was a teen i used to write songs (again. shoot me. i do not miss the band days what was i doing i can't believe i did that) but STORIES??? not even in the realm of possibility.
now i have 325k words published on ao3 (i just checked. wtf) and if we ignore everything prior to chimaera & the wolf because i had NO IDEA what i was doing (and you can tell. big yikes. if i cared about being an embarrassment i think i would have cleansed my ao3 by now) that's like 250k words on this silly not-so-little story that i love so much and think about all the time and am having the greatest time ever writing. like it's genuinely a lovely experience. sometimes i write a line or a paragraph and i'm like oh.... i am.. proud??? of that??? i wrote that and it's actually kinda... something???? and as someone with literal 0 talents and skills and interests and hobbies i had no idea how rewarding making something would be? and then being proud of making it?? it's mad
and then on top of that hearing that yeah i'm having a good time but so are other people?? that are reading it? that want to continue reading it???? that tell me their favourite lines and plot twists and get excited when i post?????? and say lovely wonderful nice things to me about my writing?????? what the actual fuck lol. i can't explain how weird that is to comprehend honestly
anyway. i'm sorry for this it was so lame. but thank you for being so nice to me it makes me feel all wonky and embarrassed but in a lovely way and it means a lot and christ alive what is wrong with me i am putting an end to this right now
#someone asked me a q#lovely wonderful babe#yet another stream of consciousness i am so sorry#i took my meds properly today#i don't know if this whole thing is a good or a bad sign#anyway#this is so embarrassing i am sorry genuinely#brb jumping off a cliff
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i guess they are pretty funky
word count: 1.5k
Can’t Sleep: [2] … [4]
Your team prepared themselves as you started your journey to your new destination. You and Abner were talking about random things as you walked.
"You really like the dots?" Abner timidly asked.
"Are you kidding? Of course! You're so colorful," you said quietly with a smile.
Abner smiled to himself before motioning to your outfit. "I like your uniform too, it suits you. It makes your eyes stand out."
"Thank you! Ya know, I always thought you had a really nice nose- whoa, Abner, are you doing alright?" You cut yourself as you faced Abner for the first time during this walking session. He had those glowing dots on his face again.
"Oh! Those?" He was nervously covering his face. "Don't worry about-" splat. Abner tripped over a rogue tree root and fell face first into the mud. As you went to help pick him up, Flag turned around.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Everyone turned around to look at you two, well, minus Cleo, but she was sitting on a fallen tree almost asleep.
"We're tired, Colonel. We need a rest," she whined.
"Goddamn hobbyists," muttered Chris.
Soria turned to Flag, "We cannot stop. We need to hurry if you're going to help my people."
"Hey," DuBois intervened. "We're not here to help your people. But she's right, we gotta keep moving."
"I carry friend?"
"It's okay, Nanaue," Cleo said before turning to Abner. "It's happening to his face again."
"It's nothing, I tripped," he brushed off.
"Hey," Peacemaker said as he shoved Abner back. "Norman Bates, if that shit's contagious, we need to know."
"It's not," Abner tried moving forward before he was pushed again.
"What is it?"
"What's your deal, Chris? Stop pushing people around before I turn into something you're really not gonna like. And what's up with the obscure references?" You were getting fed up with Chris' bullshit.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"I don't know, how about your dead father? The one that killed himself in front of you when you were a kid?"
"How do you-"
"You'd be surprised how much your mom loved recording all your childhood achievements. Your fifth birthday—ring a bell?" Peacemaker had an unreadable expression on his face as you got in his face and lowered your voice. "You wouldn't believe how much information you can get on your hands if you're able to disguise yourself as a high ranking employee in Belle Reve."
Before any of you could make the situation worse, Abner cleared the tension with a sigh.
"It's a... it's an interdimensional virus."
"Fuck is that?" Peacemaker asked after seemingly forgetting what just happened. You think he was trying to not think about it.
"My mother was a scientist at S.T.A.R Labs, and she was obsessed with turning me and my brother and sisters into superheroes."
"Oh, Abner," you softly said as you placed a hand on his arm. Peacemaker looked between the two of you with a hard expression.
"She infected me. Now, if I don't expel the dots twice a day..."
DuBois asked, "Then what?"
Abner made a face that was hard to read as he said, "They'll eat me alive." He then chuckled dryly as if he himself couldn't believe it.
"What happened to your brother and sisters?" Flag questioned.
"Some lived. Some... died."
Cleo, now standing, asked, "And your mom, where is she now?"
Abner looked to you before turning to his team.
"Almost everywhere."
Everyone just looked at Krill for a few moments.
"Okay," Flag turned around. "Let's move out."
"Come on, we must hurry, or we'll be late to meet my contact," Soria ushered.
Sooner or later, well, later, you made your way to this blockade where a driver in a large van was being investigated. During your trip Abner had to expel the dots, and although he was embarrassed about the situation, you and Cleo tried keeping his mind off it. The soldiers surrounded the van after a minute and started banging on the door. That was your cue.
Peacemaker started taking people out with a silenced pistol, Bloodsport shot with his arm crossbow, and King Shark ate a guy. The rest of the team moved from their hiding spots once the soldiers were dealt with. Success.
Bloodsport banged on the van's window before asking, "Are you Milton?"
The driver choked out a tearful "Si."
After Soria directed him to a nearby pull off spot, you started looking at the contents in the boxes that were pulled out.
"Milton will drive you through town and to La Gatita Amable. There are clothes in the boxes for all of you so you can blend in." Cleo started putting on a random pair of sunglasses as you pulled out a fedora. Soria continued, "That said, the walking tiburon is gonna have to stay out of sight."
"I wear disguise," Nanaue said.
"Ohhh," Cleo drawled. "You're going to wear a disguise?"
"Si."
"Hey, he's learnin' Spanish," Peacemaker said offhandedly.
"And what kind of disguise?"
"Fake mustache," he said smugly.
"Yeah," DuBois interrupted as he moved more boxes. "Fake mustache isn't gonna cut it, mate."
"Aww come on," you cooed. "What if he wears a hat?" The fedora you picked up earlier was now sitting on the King of the Ocean's head.
"You still look exactly like yourself."
"That's the worst fake mustache I've ever seen," Chris added.
"And if you had fooled us, we'd have to kill you, shark-shaped bloke with a mustache creepin' up on us like that."
"FUCK!" Nanaue yelled as he stomped off. You snickered before turning to Abner with some clothes in your hand.
"What do you think?"
"Hmm? Oh, those look nice, although I saw something in another box that I thought you might like. Let me go get it."
As he walked away towards another box, you dropped the clothes you were holding as your face softened. Someone saw something and thought of you? That hasn't happened for a very long time. You started sifting thoughtfully through a nearby box when he came back.
"Here," he showed you the clothes. "I hope you like it." It was sweet how anxious he was getting over this. He must not socialize often.
Taking the clothes from him, you observed the material. It was... actually really good. It was something you would've loved to wear if you weren't forced to wear that stupid prison outfit, and it looked like it'd fit.
"Abner, this is great! It's a lot better than what I was originally going with," you laughed. "Oh! Here, I saw these pants and thought it would match the shirt you picked up."
"Thank you," he said shyly.
"I'm gonna change over there. Stand watch, please?"
How could he say no to you? "Of course," he said while respectfully turning around. As he waited, Peacemaker appeared.
"(L/n) around?"
"Huh?" Abner said, startled from Chris's sudden presence. "Uh, yeah, they went over there to change into their disguise. I'm looking out for them."
"Oh, you're looking out for them? Well look out for this, Patrick Bateman," Peacemaker wasn't looking so peaceful as he leaned in towards Abner. Dropping his voice, he continued. "I don't know what you think is going on between you two, but leave it, you understand me? Why would The Mimic want to go for someone as lame as you? You throw polka dots at people?" Peacemaker scoffed before finishing, "Quit getting in my way, or else."
Stay away from you? There was no way he could do that. You were seemingly the only person who liked him, and now he would have to end that? Fuck that.
Abner, admittedly with a little less confidence than what he hoped for, challenged him. "Or else what?"
Gosh, three words and his heart was already pumping.
"Excuse me?" Chris raised a brow.
Luckily before anything could be done, you emerged oblivious from the jungle while dawning your new attire. Your uniform was neatly folded and tucked under your arm. Both men looked at you and... wow. Abner was speechless. Literally. For the second time within you knowing him, you made his breath hitch.
"You look stunning," Peacemaker quickly said before Abner had a chance. That wouldn't really matter since your response was quite the cockblocker.
"Thanks! Abner picked it out for me," you smiled. You even gave a twirl to show off the outfit to your teammates. Abner just looked at you with such affection in his eyes.
"Anyways, your turn," you ordered as you took Krill's watching place so he could change. Peacemaker tried making some move on you, but you were clueless. Instead, you went into Mission Mode™ and discussed some tactics and strategies you could implement. Sighing, Chris humored you and joined your planning. Not too long later, Abner walked out with his disguise on.
"I'm not sure about this," he said while standing awkwardly.
"You look like an idio-"
"You look great!" you voiced over Peacemaker. "I love those pants on you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," you laughed. "They're funky."
"I-" Krill let out a laugh of his own. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty funky."
"Alright, well, we've gotta get back to the van," you announced while walking away. Abner blindly followed you with a dumb little smile on his face while leaving Chris just standing there in disbelief.
#the suicide squad (2021)#suicidesquad#dcu fanfic#polka dot man#bloodsport#peacemaker#ratcatcher ii#ratcatcher 2#harley quinn#rick flag#abner krill#abner krill x reader#polka dot man x reader#cleo cazo#robert dubois#christopher smith#starro#reader#reader insert#Can’t Sleep
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⭐️ !!
i'm going to use this for an astielle thing even though it's not fanfic because that's what you get for not being specific!!! specifically about earlier chapter bits about everyone's new favorite monster using chapter 20 spoiler knowledge
chapter twenty i FINALLY worked in that, yes, new monsters are made when karzarul takes a new form for the first time, and when he does they have all his knowledge right at the point of their creation despite lacking the kind of emotional connection to that knowledge necessary to do things like brood over that embarrassing thing you said 800 years ago
Karzarul stared at the waterfall. "Yeah," he said, "I can do that." He took a few steps backward, still looking up at it. "Big enough to carry, small enough to fit, fly through water." He swung his arms, still backing up, like he was trying to build up momentum. "Yeah, I can do that. I definitely have something for that. Easy, no problem."
"oh that's definitely a monster that already exists for sure" he said, like a liar. focus focus focus stay on target DON'T MAKE THE CARNATION GREEN
"Oh, this is weird," Ari said. She tried to get a better look at him, but it was hard when she was so close. All she could see was skin and a fluttering of feathers. She looked up in time to see four more comets of moonlight shooting out from him into the sky. "Oh, no," Ari groaned.
HE CAN ALREADY TELL THAT WHOEVER THAT IS HE JUST MADE IS GOING TO KNOW SO MUCH EMBARRASSING SHIT KJAHSDJKAHSD god he has no idea what he's in for but he already knows it's going to be fucking mortifying
"Does any of this look familiar?" he asked. The way he asked was semi-suspicious, and left her wondering if there was a correct answer she was meant to know.
"I've never seen one of these," she admitted.
He looked to her right, then back at her. "It's rare," he said. He spun his hands in a 'come on' kind of motion. "I'm only looking for general impressions here, whatever pops into your head."
he makes a new monster and his first instinct is WHAT DID I FUCK UP THIS TIME. he can't tell if he has the same face and is terrified he might have stolen someone else's outright that she'd recognize. he needs to put on a fucking. new monster fashion show like he bought a new outfit. except minnow has no fucking idea that he just made this shit up so he's just gotta let her think he can turn into pre-existing monsters he's never even fucking seen before. the last time he was making new monsters he had someone available who could give him useful feedback like "you look like a pervert fucked a cat" or "why do you look like a furry artist tried to draw my qpp" and he has absolutely not adjusted his expectations for how this is supposed to work.
"Oh!" Minnow said as the monster landed in front of them, grabbing at Ari's arm. "It's a—you never said what they were called."
"Savagewing," the monster offered.
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"I'd never seen a Savagewing," Minnow said, "until the other day."
Violet grinned, unfolding all the etched steel plates of his fans and hiding his teeth behind the flutter of the higher one. "What a shame," he said, and he turned his eyes toward Karzarul under gratuitously thick lashes. "I wonder why that is?" he asked sweetly.
"I explained," Karzarul said, "that your kind is rare."
Violet cackled behind his fan.
god. this is so fucking funny. karzarul has no fucking idea what this man is called. whomst is this. whamst is he doing. violet is like "lmao GOSH i cannot IMAGINE why you've NEVER seen me before!! i'm shocked!!! stunned even!!! karzarul can you believe she has never seen me, the monster that you literally just made, until now???" and all karzarul can do is HEY. HERE'S THE LIE I TOLD. BACK ME THE FUCK UP ON THIS I SWEAR TO GOD. YOU HAVE TO COVER FOR ME. BRO. PLEASE DO NOT TELL HER YOU DIDN'T EXIST A WEEK AGO I CAN'T TAKE THIS. I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION RIGHT NOW. DO NOT MAKE ME EXPLAIN THIS. I WAS IN A ROCK FOR A MINUTE THERE IT'S BEEN A WEEK.
Ari sighed with something like frustration. "Why are you like this."
Violet laughed again. "You cannot begin to imagine how happy it makes me that you don't know."
after already making monsters for previous life stages such as
obnoxious
no one look at me
everyone look at me and this cool stunt
slut
i was an honor student i don't know what happened
karzarul has finally reached the 'petty old queen' stage prompted ENTIRELY by being VERY confused by literally every aspect of leonas' existence
"The air is thin here," Violet apologized. Over Leonas' head, he gave Karzarul a look, the corner of his mouth turned upward. Karzarul swallowed a small growl. "I am being diplomatic," Violet said with an eyelash flutter.
"He only tolerates me," Leonas said, his focus still somewhere in the middle distance. "You should be more diplomatic, and less nice."
Violet grinned, still looking at Karzarul, and started winding a purple curl idly around his finger. "Is that what it is?" Violet asked, raising an eyebrow. "What a shame," he said, affecting a pout.
violet is NOT AT ALL CONFUSED this shit is hilarious
"That's a lot of words," Karzarul said, "to say that you risked pissing off an entirely different kingdom than the one currently trying to kill me, all because you wanted a nice outfit."
Violet arched an eyebrow. "Are you going to try to tell me you wouldn't do the same?" he asked.
WE BOTH KNOW YOU'D CAUSE AS MANY INTERNATIONAL INCIDENTS AS IT TOOK TO LOOK HOT
Karzarul smacked the fan away, so Violet smacked his hand back. Retaliation descended briefly into a slapfight before they broke away and hissed at each other. Then they both tried to fix their hair and pretend they hadn't done that.
you can't always tell they're almost the same person but then every monster left unsupervised by a person they're trying to impress descends into pissy slapfights
"I won't argue different, but you won't get me to buy you being anything other than a big ol' baby constantly missing the obvious because you're too busy being caught up in your own feelings. Sell it to someone who stopped being you more than a week ago."
you've successfully fooled everyone around you into thinking you're old and wise now that you're over a thousand but a clone of your subconscious just showed up in thigh high platform boots and he won't stop calling you out when you're trying to be Sexy And Mysterious, wyd
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I'm inlove with all your content! It's so cute and I cannot get enough. So I made an account to make a request!! What about a Vampire!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader smut? ;;; Only if you want to though! Now have a amazing day! >:D
Vampire!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader Smut.
Warnings: NSFW, Vulgar language, blood mention, fingering, vaginal penetration. Minors DNI.
Words: 1675.
Note: Thank you for your words. <3 I hope you like this as well, I'm not used to writing smut, but I tried my best. Thank you again for requesting. 😫💕
"Hello, is anyone home?" you asked lazily after knocking a few times on the wooden door. "Scaramouche... Tsk, what an idiot. Always believing himself to be the important one. He doesn't even open the door for me for being a simple huma-" You ranted about him as you turned on your heel, only to see the boy from whom you so kindly you spoke.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" even though this boy was more or less your height, a glance from him was enough to make your blood run cold. "Repeat it... I haven't heard you right." he insisted as he took a few threatening steps towards you.
The closer he got, the more you tried to get away. But you couldn't go very far: your back was already against the door.
"Apparently you are now dumb too. I asked you something, answer."
"I-I think you misunderstood. I wasn't talking about you." a nervous laugh left your lips, while your trembling hands felt the wood behind you. The boy laughed.
"As if there are many Scaramouches in the damn town. Are you an idiot? Or worse, do you think I'm an idiot?"
You shook your head quickly. You opened your mouth to apologize, but he stepped forward to speak again.
"Anyway, what are you doing here today? Well, it doesn't matter. Let me feed a little of you, okay?" the boy closed the distance that separated you quickly, with the aim of biting the skin of your neck as soon as possible, but your voice cut him off.
"No, wait!" The vampire rolled his eyes and moved a few inches apart to glance at you.
"Now what?"
"I came here... so you could turn me into a vampire..." the boy blinked several times, dumbfounded.
"WHAT" he spoke his words giving voice to his unpleasant surprise. "Na-ah. No. No way. My most reliable blood supply would be ruined if you convert."
You shrugged, to tell him that's the point.
"Let me taste you one more time, and I'll think about it. I'm particularly hungry and pissed off today." You didn't resist. Well, it would be the last time he would bite you, wouldn't it?
He pushed your hair back to reach your neck more easily, and you closed your eyes. You were already used to the pain from that boy's bites, which weren't very gentle. You felt how desperately he was sucking your blood, but something was wrong. This time he wouldn't stop, and his body was especially hot against yours despite always being ice cold.
You let out a tiny moan of pain as you tried to pull away.
"A-already... enough already." you complained. The boy finally stopped, not before running a finger over your wound.
He soaked his finger in your blood and showed it to you, without leaving your side. "Are you... are you going to deprive me of this... just because of a whim of yours?"
The words did not come out of your body. God, he was so close. Very, very close.
"Let me show you your taste. And reconsider your request." He licked his finger with your blood, even though it dripped down to the corner of his lips. With a brusque movement he put your lips together in an unexpected kiss.
He took his chance to introduce his tongue in your mouth, and thus feel yours. You felt the metallic taste of your own blood, just like the boy wanted.
He pulled away for a moment to breathe, and at the same time reached for his doorknob to open it. When he did it, you both fell on the floor inside the house causing a crash.
"Oww..." you put a hand on your head, a little dizzy. You came to yourself when you heard Scaramouche —who was in a pretty compromised position on you, he had his crotch on your thigh. And so you realized that he had an erection. "But what the hell are you doing?"
Your face was completely red, and Scaramouche was also quite flushed.
"I didn't think you were going to open the door!" you cleared up as you moved your leg up a bit, making it press against his cock over the fabric of his pants. A sigh left his lips, your eyes widened in surprise.
You moved your leg again.
"Fuck, stop it." the boy snorted, finally sitting up a bit to close the door. When he finished, he got on you again, this time you were the one who was at a disadvantage, because his knee was between your crotch.
Your heart raced even faster than before, knowing what might come next.
"Let's see who gets the last laugh, smartass." he put his knee right between your legs, lifting the pleats of your skirt.
This meant that the only thing separating your helpless throbbing entrance from him were your panties.
"You know what? Fuck it. I don't have the patience for this." After this hasty statement by the boy, you felt how the fabric of your panties was pulled aside, and the tips of the vampire's fingers began to touch your vaginal lips.
"A-ah... Scara-"
You were so embarrassed... Just with the kiss you had already gotten wet.
Well, imagine how he felt when he noticed how quickly you had caused his erection.
"Be quiet, little lamb..." he whispered. The boy bit his lower lip with a slight frown, tucking in two of his fingers suddenly. A gasping moan came from your throat.
"This is what happens when you try to laugh at me."
"Sorry, I-I won't do it anymore. Mmhh... ah... p-please..." your back arched at the constant movement of his fingers into the warmth of you.
"Please what? Are you begging me for more? You WILL have more."
His eyes looking down at you... made you have to look elsewhere. The boy really enjoyed seeing you embarrassed.
"No. Look at me. I'm the one who is giving you pleasure. What less than looking into my eyes while I do it."
His fingers would part when he reached deep inside you, like scissors. He pulled them out and showed you his fingers, which were joined by your fluids.
"Look at me." He ordered you. Without separating your eyes from his, he licked his fingers with your fluid.
"P-p-please..." you begged again, closing your eyes. Your breathing was so irregular... you couldn't even think clearly. Only the word "please" came out of your mouth continuously, afraid of asking for more, no matter how much you wanted it.
"Shhh..." the boy leaned on putting one of his hands on the side of your head, and with the other he lowered his pants and boxers, exposing his hard cock. "Your weakness... makes me so horny. You have no idea." his murmur made you open your eyes, knowing what would come next. "Are you ready? You better be." he warned you while he was taking his cock with one hand, which he started to move up and down a couple of times, that it was already lubricated with the precum that had already started to flow while he was masturbating.
You didn't say anything, you knew that your voice would come out shaky and it would only serve to make his expression and his words towards you become more mocking. You just spread your legs more for him.
"My little lamb giving herself all to me... I love it." He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance and flexed his arm to reach your neck.
With his other hand he was holding your thigh, with enough force to leave small marks on your skin that disappeared within seconds.
Finally, with one swift movement, his full length had entered you. From a simple hip swing. His fingers made more pressure on his leg and a growl made you understand that he was feeling as much pleasure as you.
"Mhh... Oh fuck. I needed this..." he admitted. His slender fingers went up your thigh, lifting your skirt even more until it was over your abdomen, and thus having in plain sight how his cock entered your sex.
His movements were slow, but every time he entered you he did it with force, completely feeling your entire vaginal wall against his cock, enjoying each thrust as he had never done.
Gasps and sighs came from him, and his warm breath hit the skin of your collarbone and shoulder. You were trying hard not to be too loud, digging your nails into the boy's arm, but he didn't seem to complain.
You were both blinded by pleasure and the simple fact of feeling so close.
The boy stopped holding your leg to run his hand over your breasts, over your shirt, rubbing them and passing his fingers over them, he just wanted to stimulate you more anyway.
His hips movements became faster as he began to feel that he would reach the climax soon.
"S-shit, I'm going to come now." He said against your shoulder.
"M-me too... Ahhh... do it ..." you whimpered. You felt your legs trembling, announcing that you would soon reach orgasm.
The boy couldn't take it anymore. He bit your shoulder, without sinking his fangs and let out a celestial moan, while in one last thrust the warm fluid from him came out of his cock, filling you whole inside.
At the same time, the greatest pleasure also came to you, an explosion of emotions held for so long finally came out.
"Oh my god... oh my..." your chest rose and fell with difficulty, as did the boy's.
Managing to calm his breathing a bit, the boy brought his mouth close to your ear, with a sly smile.
"Now turn around."
Yeah... he wasn't done with his cute little lamb yet.
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin x female reader#scaramouche#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x fem reader#genshin smut
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Heyo
It's unhinged hours now. I have a contributing factor that could help with the Paa moving in mystery that erases the time jump. Consider:
Their parents must go on a trip somewhere that requires Paa to live with Pat, hence the bed movement, hence the curtains.
And also cause it's Paa, she could 100% just be like "I'm living here for now, so let's brighten up your dumbass room, ya cretin!"
But again, could be anything at this point.
Also, v small point. I caught a gif made by a lovely on here that I cannot remember their name right now, but it got me thinking about fun parallels. Pat very much seems like the type of person that once an idea works for him, he applies it to everything it could concern. So, in ep 5, Paa's words resonate with him internally, and he discovers that it's the truth, hence the 'oh' moment.
What I find marvellous is that among the many wonderful communication methods Pat tries in ep 6, he is also looking for the Paa confirmation in Pran. Now, it's very subtle, and it is rather overshadowed by Pat's other attempts, but you can kind of see it. Starts in the paper game, with touch. Continues onto the beach scene, with touch, then the eyes as he asks questions. He's looking for it, but Pran doesn't fully look at him properly unless egged on until the beach scene. But it's all among other attempts to talk to Pran fully, so it's kind of lost.
And then the deciding factor, being that Pat lays down the gauntlet of "I don't think I'm interested in Ink." Pran's immediate folllow up question of interest in what Ink is to him confirms both the third and fouth factors, he's interested if he's taken and the fact that Pran has been acting out of character this whole time. Which is why he was so delighted when he turned back and started teasing. Pran (mostly) non-verbally confirmed that he's at least as interested as Pat, which is why, combining Pat's loving way of allowing them to explore what they have in their own space with the bet and what he believes is a confirmation of at least feelings, we are going to collectively expire in less than 12 hours.
*jazz hands* How'd I do?
Reliable Anon
hello, my lovely reliable anon!! glad to spend these last unhinged hours with u <3
i LOVE ur pa theory, it makes sense and - most importantly - doesn't require a time jump, so i am rooting for u to be correct (which, it wouldn't be the first time for you).
also holy shit, you are absolutely correct!! he has been trying to get into his space and be close to him the entire episode, trying to see how he'd react to the casual touches and the closeness, and then the fucking eye contact in the newspaper scene, of course. i know we were all glad that pat verbally confirmed he doesn't like ink, but he said it as such an afterthought that it makes all the sense in the world that he was first and foremost trying to see how pran would react to it, if he would care. and then, of course, him pointing out how pran was being even more distant and annoyed by him than usual after the kiss, which confirms the whole "can't be themself around you" thing. this is also why pat is currently sure he only made pran confused about his feelings towards him, and has no fucking clue that he's been consciously in love with him for years, because he doesn't realize that this change in his behavior isn't due to his feelings per say, but more due to them suddenly being reciprocated. i think it would be hilarious if we got a scene where pat looks back on their past and instantly sees all the signs of pran liking him that whole time. it would be very much "babe, you had a crush on me? that's embarrassing!" - "pat, we are dating :/" - "still!"
#you did incredible as usual babes i love everything about this#bad buddy#archer responds#reliable anon
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Hey it's me again ❤️
I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)
Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.
Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.
Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~
Word count: 1.8k
× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?
× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?
× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light
× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly
× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces
× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments
× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy
× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be
× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby
× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect
× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—
× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;
× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...
× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.
× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;
× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.
× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though
× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]
× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!
× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her
× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him
× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back
× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—
× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;
× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him
× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it
× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles
× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side
× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;
× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;
× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺
× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—
× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.
× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof
× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child
× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"
× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"
× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."
× drag him away before he throws fists
× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow
× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss
× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;
× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least
× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down
× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot
× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered
× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;
× and you're there amazed??????
× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"
× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????
× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream
× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.
× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...
× once she starts walking they're both a disaster
× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]
× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"
× rapid giggle running around from place to place
× "Oh, for fucks—"
× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults
× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl
× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!
× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."
× he growls as an example
× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕
× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease
× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????
× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕
× "your child" if she did something bad
× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.
× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞
× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard
× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head
× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!
× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~
× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.
× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???
× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:
× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"
× throw him out, istg— 💀
#bakugou katsuki headcanons#noire writes#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#hybrid!bakugou#hybrid!au
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POSSESSIVE MUCH // Katuski Bakugou//
synopsis: after being able to tolerate and date each other for a full three years, both the bakusquad and dekusquad decide to celebrate their last few days together:)
warnings: possessive y/n and curse words :)
this is my first time in tumblr:) and english is not my first language so i am sorry for all the errors:' anywayy i hope you enjoyy:)
cr: to the owner of the masterpiece:)
"Do you think he will ever man up?" Kirishima says as he looks at his friend blushing profoundly at his crush while screaming death threats at her at the same time and she looks as equally pissed and flustered. "Man it is giving me real headache seeing how oblivious they are about their feelings for each other." Kaminari frowns as Bakugou raises his hands ready to blow his crush' face off. Now this was some free shit fucked up romance the bakusquad got to witness every day and if i am being honest? they would pay a thousand million dollar just to get away from them. For this shit show to end. For maybe Bakugou to man up and confess his feelings or for y/n to women up and do something about hers as Kirishima says. " Dang it mann i cannot see this anymore.... i will have to get myself involved now." Everybody looks at Mina for a split second and then looks back at the duo... currently Bakugou was desperately trying to push y/n away from him as she was very harshly pulling on his hair and kickin his legs. They could see a panicked Midoriya and Uraraka trying to prey their friend of off a very desperate explosive time bomb and Ilda telling them that if they don't stop fighting then he'd have to go get Aizawa sensei while doing his usual air chopping gesture. At the very mention of their teacher both the mentally frustrated teenagers quickly push themselves away from each other. They glare at each other as Midoriya pulls y/n by her wrist and while Bakugou makes his way towards his friends.
Bakugou scowls as he sits next to Kirishima and snatches his water and gulps everything down. " So now do YOU want our help or do you still think that you got it?" Sero smugly askes as Bakugou glares at him. Not directly being able to say he wants help Bakugou starts mumbling under his breath. "Bakubro you need to tell us to help you so we can actually help you and clearly you need help dude. You don't got this at all." Kiri can't help but laugh remembering the situation his friend was in a few moments ago. "Fine i need your help"
Y/n grunts as she sits down in a chair somewhere far away from the boy and his group of friends whoes hair she just nearly ripped of off. "Why? i just need to know why you would treat the person you like like that. You just nearly made him go bald y/n?!?!" Now Uraraka was a very sweet and patient girl but seeing the way they treated each other was surely gonna be the last straw to her patience as well. "It's not me this time!! That piece of shit started it!" y/n points an accusing finger at Bakugou's direction. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU POINTING A FINGER AT ME HUH YOU WORTHLESS BITCH?!!?!" "SEE!!" This was going to be way more harder than they thought.
This was reallyy not that hard at all. And it was hard to believe at first but Bakugou being the desperate hot-head desperately trying to get his crush to actually like him back and not rip his hair was willingly cooperative. And y/n being a bold bitch that she was, she also willingly obeyed to everything her friends said. And now that leads to this current situation. Kirishima had briefly explained Bakugou what he was suppose to do and not do. Now he was patiently waiting for the girl to show up. Y/n on the other hand was ready to rip Bakugou's limps off his nicely built body. So apparently y/n was not willing to get out of her bed so Uraraka might have told her that Bakugou beat the shit out of Midoriya... well now that was chaos.
Let's not discuss in details how they both nearly killed each other. Just as y/n entered the room, Bakugou was ready to be sweet and cringe for the very first and the last time in his life but nah-uh. Y/n pounced on his and tackled him down. That was the last thing he expected to happen and this is Bakugou we are talking about so of course he fought back. Both dekusquad and bakusquad could only watch in pain as they once again indulged in a physical fight.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH?!"
"YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IZUKU YOU MOTHERFUCKING FUCKED UP PIECE OF SHIT!!"
"WHAT THE HELL YA TALKIN' BOUT?? I NEVER TOUCHED THAT DAMN NERD!!"
and just like that Bakugou understood what the hell was happening. This came as a shock to everyone but before y/n could say anything else, Bakugou quickly ran up to y/n and put his lips on hers. Luckly Kaminari got everything on camera:)
So now here they were a few years later. They had just recently graduated and to celebrate their hard work they all had decided to go out. They were all at some club and y/n was tired of glaring at the damn fucking hoes who were shamelessly eye fucking her boyfriend. And Bakugou? oh boy he enjoyed watching his girlfriend shoot daggers at each and every girl who laid their eyes on him. "I have a very bad feeling about this guys..." Midoriya wasn't very wrong about that. If this continued for any longer you bet your ass y/n was gonna flip out and no one could stop her... "Midoriya chill out bro. I'm sure nothing will happen right... right Y/n???!!" Every inch of Kirishima shivered at the look on y/n's face.
"Ohh hoo i can't promise anything to you right now Kiri." y/n had this creepy smile and her brows were frowned as a group of girls make their way toward them. Each of them sitting in between one of the boys. These bitches be blind. And then they openly started flirting making everyone in the table uncomfortable and making y/n more annoyed.
slut flirting with Katsu - "hey there hot stuff. I am Britney and you are?" she got no answer back as Bakugou ignored her and foucsed on how y/n eyebrows were furrow real hard and she had a disgusted look on her face. Was this slut really doing this? they paid no damn attention as all the fucking sluts desperately tried flirting.
Y/n glances at Midoriya and see that the slut was now clinging onto him and how he couldn't do anything to prey her of off him and poor Uraraka looked in pain as the girl ignored her attempts to get her to get off her friend. Y/n flinched when that slut pushed Uraraka making her stumble a little, Kirishima caching her before she fell. Ok so that's it you bitch.
"Hey you bitch you just pushed my friend and i don't know what the hell you and your little slut friends are doing here because nunna us want any of you here. You're making all of my friends uncomfortable so leave before this takes a bad turn." to say that the slut girl looked a little scared was understandable. After all y/n did have a bad temper so everyone tried their best to stay at her good side. She slowly let go of Midoriya and he look really relieved. That slut girl looked at the girl behind y/n. The one that has been eye fucking Bakugou the moment he stepped his foot inside that club. Ok so everyone was holding their breath no one saying anything, too scared to speak. All the slut girls stopped doing their shit and just started at y/n who turned around and looked at the 'Britney' slut. Now Britney was not one to get scared easily it seems. Bitch looked y/n up and down before rolling her eyes at her and turning her attention at Bakugou again. "So tell me moree about yourself ~"
And what did Bakugou do? He stared her in the face real hard. Like a blank face just started at her. Britney flinched a little before shifting uncomfortably. Oh ho did that bitch get an idea on how to get into his pants. Britney slowly turned toward Bakugou and crossed her legs, he dress moving up just a little bit more. She put one hand on her lap while the other one lifts her glass as she takes a sip of her drink. So now i think what she wanted to do was make it look sexy? but did it? nah-uh. Everyone made a disgusted face at her attempt. By now the people around their table had their attention turned to them as well. Y/n was trying really hard to keep her anger at bay. After all they were gonna be heroes so they had to have a nice reputation and y/n didn't wanna drag the others with her. "Britney? honey? i don't really know what you think of yourself but right now not only me but everyone here can see how dumb and a little slut you look like. So if you don't wanna humiliate yourself anymore, my advice? You turn around and you leave." and then y/n gave her a sarcastic smile. Britney looked around and saw that now half of the people were looking at her. Oh honey Britney wasn't going down without a fight. She smirks smugly at y/n " I am sorry? but who are you again. You don't look that important to me." yes now she had done the it. Everyone looked prepare to hold y/n back. Y/n once again laughs sarcastically before slowly walking up to her. "You just had to do it didn't you Britney? you don't realise who you messing with bitch. But let me tell you loud and clear. You know the boy who you've been eye fucking all this time? yeah i am his girlfriend and i am far more important than you will ever be." y/n leans down to her eye level, starting her right in the eye and she could see how embarrassed she looked. Right now? y/n really didn't care about their reputation. She had crossed the line. And honestly? i think it'd be humiliating for her to just walk away from Britney. She just looked down on the future hero so of course she had to do something right? Y/n stands up straight and everyone sighs a breath of relief because she's not gonna beat that bitch up so now they could leave without anyone getting hurt. But that's not all was it? y/n picks up Britney drink more like snatches it from her hands before examining it properly and pouring it on her. Everyone gaps before laughing at her. Britney looks at Y/n with so much rage and y/n just smirks at her. Britney stands up ready to throw a fist at her. But before she could even take a step Bakugou stands up and pulls y/n towards her before crashing his lips on hers. Y/n kisses back. Their lips moving together in sync. Bakugou licks her bottom lip before sucking on them hard making y/n gaps at the painful pleasure. Bakugou shoves his tongue inside her mouth, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He pulls her closer to him as his hands travels down to her ass, squeezing it hard making y/n bite on his tongue as hee hand tugs on his hair harder making Bakugou grunt. Yes they were having a full on make out session in the middle of a club and everyone was looking at them in shock. Britney looked more than humiliated as she stool still. Her drink making her hair and clothes sticky as she stares at the couple making out. She could hear a few snickers directed at her. Bakugou pulls away first looking at her with his eyes all soft and whipped as he smiles softly at her. Pecking her lips hardly one last time, he smugly looks at that Britney bitch as his hands stay around his girlfriend. Did you really think he was gonna waste his breath on her? no.
Bakugou smirks at Britney, his hands dropping down to intertwine with his girlfriend.
"Come on babe filthy whores don't deserve this much attention. You're just wasting your breathing talking to trash." and then mr. hot stuffs winks and walks away pulling y/n with him, others following behind laughing at the shook Britney. Few minutes after they leave the club everyone erupts in laughter. Someone from the crowd screams "MAN I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST FLIRTED WITH THE FUTURE PRO HERO AND GOT MADE FUN OF BY ANOTHER FUTUR HERO" and all she could do now was run home and cry like a little pussy.
When they were back at the dorm y/n apologised for the way she behaved. "Chill y/n. You don't gotta be sorry. Infact it was really fun yk seeing her face." y/n smiled at all of them. Bakugou looks at y/n smugly "Possessive much?"
"Of course i am going to be possessive over you. You're mine."
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that's all:) i hope you enjoyed:)
#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#anime#bakugou x y/n#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#boku no hero x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academy fanfiction#boku no hero au#boku no hero bakugou#mha kirishima#mha kaminari#todoroki shouto#mha midoriya#mhn sero#fanfic#possessive yn#bnha x reader#bnha x y/n
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Midnight Ride
Adam Sackler x Female Reader
Summary: You've been chatting with a guy you matched with on a dating app for two weeks now, and tonight is your first time meeting him in person.
Notes: This is not at all related to The One, the other piece I wrote about Sackler days earlier. For the purposes of this universe, let's pretend that sitting on the metal handlebar of a bicycle and going around New York late at night aren't dangerous. LOL. And just for added feels, this is the song that was responsible for this fic.
CW: A little bit of swearing, AFAB reader, awful cycling practices, but generally fluff
Words: 1.3k
It's been two years since you last went out on a date, but anyone looking at you now wouldn't be able to tell, not with the way you seem so comfortable talking to the man sitting across you.
Several weeks ago, you decided to finally reenter the dating scene, swiping left and right through New York's most eligible bachelors. To your unexpected delight, the pickings weren't as slim as you thought, and you ended up matching with several interesting men.
Adam happened to be one of them. His profile listed him as an actor, a detail that usually makes you a bit wary, considering that most actor types you know seem to be only interested in themselves, but there was something about him that made you reconsider.
His eyes had both an intensity and a vulnerability that made it hard for you to look away. And with that kind of connection just from the screen alone, you couldn't not give it a shot.
And you're so glad you did.
Adam is thoughtful and sweet, remembering details about you despite mentioning them only once and reminding you to take your vitamins. But he's also funny as hell and swears like the world is going to fucking end tomorrow.
After two weeks of constant messaging, you two agreed to meet up for dinner at a late-night diner along Madison.
The moment you strode in, the two of you locked eyes immediately. There was no mistaking Adam. His hair was just as long as it was in the photo, and when he stood up to greet you, you saw exactly what the 6"3 in his profile came with, and boy did you approve.
Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice your ogling, overshadowed as it was by the confusion of whether you two should go in for a hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a handshake. It should have been awkward, but then you laughed and gave him a bright smile, and just like that, the tension was broken.
You spent the first hour candidly talking about your respective expectations about how the other would look in real life, which somehow, led to you two exchanging photos of your younger selves over burgers and fries.
"You looked so cute with braces on!"
"Oh my god, Adam, your ears are so adorable!"
"Holy shhiiiiitttt, had you gone to prom with me in that, I never would have left you a virgin!"
"Adam!" you hissed, clamping his mouth with one hand while looking around frantically. You might have told him about your high school boyfriend backing out of having sex with you on the night of your high school prom, but that didn't mean you wanted the rest of the diner to know it, too.
"What," he replied innocently once you removed your hand. "I totally wouldn't!"
"Shut up!" you said, trying not to laugh as his declarations became more and more ridiculous. The rest of dinner went on in a similar vein, with Adam making you laugh and you trying not to choke on your food, and by the time you decide to get the bill, it's nearly midnight.
"I can't believe we've been talking for almost four hours!" you exclaim, looking at your watch.
"I can," he says boldly, eyes twinkling at you, like he's still in awe that you're real. And he is. From the moment you two connected on the app, Adam has found himself drawn to you. You're smart and funny, but not in a way that seems like you think yourself better than everyone else or self-destructive. You appear genuinely interested in him as a person, and so far, you don't seem to be put off by his "intense" disposition.
Whenever he talks to you, he feels like he wants to be on his best behavior, but also that he doesn't have to pretend to be anyone else, which he's well-aware is a complete oxymoron. Still, it's the only way he can put it.
He told Ray as much earlier this evening, and Ray just told him that maybe, just maybe, him being on this so-called best behavior is not too far from who he really is.
But Adam has no fucking clue who he is. After Hannah, after Jessa, after all the women he's been with, he feels like he's just beginning to get to know himself again. One thing he knows for sure, however, is that he likes himself when he talks to you.
And he doesn't want the night to end.
Neither do you.
You two are walking aimlessly down the street when Adam stops in his tracks and turns to you.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asks.
"What?" you squawk.
Adam laughs at your reaction. "Not that kind of ride, kid," he says, and you realize that he's referring to the row of Citi bikes for rent on the curb.
You're not exactly embarrassed by your reaction, but his next words definitely fluster you.
"But maybe on our next date," he teases, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," you manage to toss back in reply before leaving him to inspect the bicycles at a closer range.
Adam shakes his head. "Okay, that's it," he says before wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up from behind.
"Adam!" you yell out, giggling.
He swings you a few times before eventually helping you get on the metal handlebar of the bike. Your hands automatically hold on to the bar to keep yourself upright. "Keep that adorable tush right there," he murmurs as he gets on the bike seat behind you.
Then he starts pedalling.
It's not exactly easy to hold a conversation on a bicycle, but somehow, you two manage by taking turns asking each other short would-you-rather questions with absolutely no context.
"Elephants or koalas?" he asks.
"Elephants. They never forget," you answer. "Lions or tigers?"
"Lions," he says grimly. "Tigers will most certainly eat you on sight. Hero or villain?"
"I-Innocent bystander," you manage to say despite the laughter that's already bubbling so close to the surface. It turns into a full-on guffaw when he sputters comically behind your ear. "That's not even one of the choices, kid!"
"Well, the rules have changed!" you yell back when a cab honks loudly in the distance. "Gold or silver?"
"Glass," he replies, not willing to concede even though he has zero idea how to not lose. "Upstairs or downstairs?"
"Uh," you stutter, not expecting such a difficult one right away. "Sideways."
"Really?" he asks, his voice taking on a velvety quality. You don't know how to explain it, but you feel like Adam has just changed the rules right under your nose.
"You bet," you answer, soldiering on. "On or off?"
Adam laughs, and you try not to shiver at the hot puffs of breath that warm the back of your ear. "Oh, definitely off," he says.
"You're supposed to give me an answer that's not one of the choices," you say, trying to distract your thoughts from going down that road.
"I'm sorry," he says in a way that says he's definitely not sorry at all. "Fast or slow?"
Well, two can play that game. "Fast," you say, but before he can react, you add, "Like a fucking jackhammer."
"Ffffuck," he swears and he pedals a bit faster.
"Adam!" you cry out suddenly, afraid to lose your balance.
"Shit! Sorry!" he apologizes, gently slowing down to a stop. The Brooklyn Bridge is a good place to end the ride as any, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think that he planned this perfectly. You hop down from your seat and turn to face Adam who makes to dismount as well.
"Want to walk the rest of the way?" Adam asks you with a goofy smile.
You smile back. "Yeah, I'd like that."
As you stroll over the bridge side by side, Adam slowly inches his hand on the handlebar closer to yours and you reach out to do the same. You can't stop yourself from smiling, and you just know, even without looking, that he's got a smile on his face, too.
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#Spotify#adam sackler x female reader#adam sackler x reader#afab reader#adcu fanfiction#adcu#mild swearing#do not ride bikes like this!
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Uhhhh Risotto having his s/o cockwarm him right during a meeting (and he's not bothering to hide it at all) to show the rest of the team that they belong to him? I'm always thirsty for cockwarming content
reminder - risotto x reader (1.5k)
NOT SFW/18+ ONLY
afab reader, fem pronouns (bella, cara).
public play, cockwarming
They are staring at you, and you can’t blame them.
Risotto had suggested it, you think, as a joke - the first time, anyway. You’d been beneath him in bed, breathless, his body caging yours and your hips and breasts shaking with every thrust of your boyfriend’s powerful body. He’d been growling out things low under his breath about how well you fitted him, how tight you were around his cock, and he’d said . . . Well.
“You were made for this, weren’t you?” He’d growled, low, his voice making gooseflesh rise along your arms and your spine prickle. “You were made to take my cock.”
“Y-yes,” you’d panted back, giving him as good as you got, bouncing your hips, his cock filling you up to the brim until you felt so full you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to live without it buried to the hilt inside you. “I w-was made to take your cock--”
“This is . . .” He’d breathed, between strokes that had you seeing stars. “What you’re good for . . . I should just have you on my cock all of the time . . . At my desk, in restaurants, in meetings in front of the rest of the team . . . so they can see how well you take me and what you were made to do--”
You’d come, at his last suggestion - the thought of being bounced on Risotto’s cock in front of the rest of your team, his arms wrapped around you, his face perfectly serene as you bit your lip and tried to hide your face and not moan too loudly pushing you over the edge so you’d tumbled through your own release with the spasm of your channel around him and the gush of wetness coating his cock.
Risotto had come moments afterwards, spurred on by his own dirty talk and just how good your body had felt as you come. And he’d looked down at your face, flushed and red, and your heaving chest and he’d remembered just what it was that had tipped you into ecstasy.
Risotto is very good at remembering.
He’d asked you to set up for this meeting with him; sort out some paperwork and make sure that everyone knew where they were going and had all the information they needed. Some of the other members had shot you knowing looks as you’d followed Risotto into the dining room - and it’s not like you hadn’t been on your knees in front of Risotto and given him a few blowjobs before meetings in the past. They were just remembering facts (Illuso had let you know once, helpfully, after the whole meeting had gone by that you’d had Risotto’s come on your cheek as you’d helped give out assignments).
You hadn’t expected, as the rest of your team had filed in, Risotto to ask you to take your seat and motioned at his lap.
“Capo?” You’d asked, biting your lip, eyeing Risotto’s knee. “I’m . . . surely I’d be better off on a seat?”
“Better off than on my cock, amore?” He’d asked, and not a single member of La Squadra would dare to say something about it, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel the spike of tension in the air. Will you give them a show? Is Risotto bluffing?
You bite your lip, but you can already feel stirrings between your thighs - and you know Risotto’s face well enough to see the slight curl in his lip. Slowly, he crooks one finger and beckons you over - and, like you’re hypnotised, you go. You would do anything Risotto Nero asks of you.
“Amore?” He asks, teasing, and you swear you hear Melone whisper ‘holy shit’ beneath his breath. “Are you going to take your seat?” You look down and see that there’s an impressive bulge in Risotto’s tight trousers and your throat goes dry.
“Yes,” you breathe. You’re lucky, you suppose, that when you crawl onto Risotto’s lap you’re able to position yourself with your head on his shoulder so as not to see the scandalised looks of his team, but you still hear the light groan and the intake of breath as you do it and show your deference to your capo. Risotto’s big hand is on your bare thigh, pushing your underwear to one side. He chuckles lowly and says - more to the room than you;
“You’re soaking, cara.”
You want to whisper back into his ear that he’s hard enough to drive holes through his trousers, that he’s rock-solid and huge, that he’s clearly just as wanting as you - but you do not, too overwhelmed by his easy manhandling of you. There’s the zip of his fly (your body covers his cock, but someone must get a good view of it as you gently lift yourself to take him inside you, because Formaggio’s whistle is impressed), and then suddenly the slick tip of his cockhead is pressing at your entrance and your breath comes out slow and measured as you start to take him.
No matter how many times you do this, there’s a stretch to it. Risotto is big, and nothing is ever really preparation for him - your fingers curl into his shoulders, your breath a steady gasp, as you gently lower yourself more and more. About five inches down, you begin to feel pushed to your limit. Eight inches down, and you’re certain he’s going to break you apart--
Nine and a half inches, and you’re as full as any one person could surely ever be, and your throat is dry and you know the sound of your heavy breathing is the loudest thing in the whole room.
“Now,” Risotto says, as you press your face into the crook of his neck and whimper, “shall we get started?”
His voice does not even pitch. He’s perfectly even and assured as he talks to his subordinates, though their own voices are a little strangled at the show that’s just happened in front of them. You breathe in his aftershave - blood and metal and a hint of smoky incense - and try to keep your whimpering noises to a minimum whenever Risotto shifts just the tiniest bit. You try to not let the feel of his hands on your hips drive you to distraction. To not let the pulse in his throat, so close to your lips, tempt you into kissing and biting him.
But if you do nothing . . . there’s the torturous stretch of him inside you, pressed against all of those soft spots in your walls that could have you moaning and coming but not really stoking the fire within you. There’s the fact your clit is pressed against his pelvis but the swollen little nub isn’t being paid the slightest bit of attention. You try - oh, you try - but your entire body is begging for more than Risotto is willing to give you yet.
Thankfully, Risotto does not let you get away with nothing for long. The meeting does not drag on for longer than it should (though every moment feels like torture as you long for Risotto to touch and stroke and fuck and push you over the edge). You count off the assignments - and when Risotto clears his throat, seven out of nine targets assigned, hope springs anew in your chest.
“I’ve noticed you all watching,” Risotto says, as he reaches the final assignment (for Sorbet and Gelato). “I know you must think that this is a . . . uncouth display. But I wanted to remind you . . .” Risotto’s fingers twist in your hair, gently tugging at you. “That . . . I have a claim on this one. Turn your pretty face around, bella. Let them see how well I fill you up.”
Your face is red and hot as Risotto maneuvers your head to look at your teammates (with the shift, his cock rubs against that rough spot that has you seeing stars, and a wanton moan falls from your mouth that has Pesci biting his lip and flushing crimson).
“You’re mine,” Risotto reminds you. “Tell them that you’re mine.”
“I-I’m yours,” you say, light-headed and needy. “I belong to m-my Capo . . .”
“Good, good. And . . . what were you made for doing, amore?”
“Keeping his cock warm,” you say, barely thinking. “Bouncing on his lap, being filled up by him, keeping him happy--”
Melone’s eyes are hungry. The rest of La Squadra are dark of gaze, some of their chests heaving, and if you were in any position to concentrate on anything no doubt some hardness would be making itself apparent in their crotches. But you cannot concentrate on anything but the pulsing within you and Risotto’s cock and how much you want to be allowed to come.
“Good,” Risotto says, the smirk in his voice audible. “Well. I think we’ve properly established that, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” comes the assent, the embarrassed murmur. You haven’t noticed eyes on you - but Risotto clearly has. And clearly the jealousy has been eating away at him, to have you so shamelessly like this in front of them and stake his claim so entirely. Your body throbs at the thought of him being possessive - of Risotto being jealous. He’s usually so even-tempered . . . Knowing he wants you drives you mad with need.
“Then . . . I think that perhaps you should all leave.” Risotto’s hands come to rest on your hips again, letting you turn your head back and pull back a little (the jolt of pleasure and friction at the drag of his cock makes your eyes roll back into your head. “I believe I have some business to attend to.”
#writing#risotto nero#public play for ts#cockwarming for ts#not sfw#afab reader#fem pronouns#Anonymous
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I SEE YOU – chapter IV
pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader
wc – 2.3k
warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?
a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)
anyway enjoy the chapter!
English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.
Y/N – your name
chapter one. chapter two.
chapter three. chapter four.
"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.
Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.
"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."
"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"
After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.
"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.
Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?
"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"
"Oh, oftentimes!"
"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.
"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.
"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.
"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.
Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.
"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.
"That glass is not dirty, Misty."
"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"
"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."
"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"
Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.
"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."
"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.
Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:
"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."
"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.
Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.
"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.
The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...
Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!
"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"
"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"
"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."
"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."
Arthur felt his stomach churning.
"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."
"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."
Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.
In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.
"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"
"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."
"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:
"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."
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THREE DAYS LATER
"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"
It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.
"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."
"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.
"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.
"Huh... nothing!"
The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.
"Go ahead... Spill the tea."
Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.
"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."
"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.
"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.
"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"
"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"
"I'm just telling the truth."
"Based on what? His bank account?"
"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."
Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.
"Well... many men consume pornography daily."
"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"
"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"
"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"
"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.
To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.
"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."
"Sometimes?"
Misty just sighed, shaking her head.
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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡
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Omg! The double standards around stunts are the most frustrating because we’re talking about two closeted people here! First of all, I’m of the opinion that it shouldn’t even be discussed like that because it’s none of our business. People try to analyze and make predictions when no one here knows anything. But besides that, I’ve seen people stop supporting Harry because of holivia. I was mutuals with someone who now thinks Harry is straight lmao. I think it stems from people thinking Harry chooses this vs Louis is forced to it. Also, I haven’t forgotten the whole Grammys fiasco… there were SO man my discussions around whether or not Harry deserved his award or whether he had paid for it…. I’m aware of the much bigger conversation around the Grammys being a scam.. but my point is, people would have never said those things about Louis. It was gross
please imagine i am blowing you kisses rn because all of this i am just!!! where's the fucking lie!! and i legitimately cannot stand how people constantly try to analyze and make sense of the stunts and things done or said in relation to them like how is xyz clearly being part of a stunt not enough for you!! why do you have to speculate on everything like that's going to undo or help anything?? just stop giving it attention oh my god!!
goood i can't even imagine going from where i am to imagining harry is a cishet, just... embarrassing for them tbh 🥴 even if i didn't think HL was real, harry is a 100% organic fruit salad.... like that is a sweet little queer who proudly displays multitudes of her gender nonconformity, baby 🥰🌈✨
jason bateman in arrested development voice: straight??
that just further proves to me how people's faith is so easily shakeable. if it takes one little painfully obvious PR stint to throw you off that bad you didn't fully believe shit in the first place.
and goooood the grammy's fiasco.... it's really such a layered conversation to be had because it's such a corrupt system but it also still means a lot in the industry to be nominated, let alone win! but you're right..... if louis was up for a nomination all people would be saying is how much he deserves it but with harry, oh he paid for his nomination and win, it doesn't mean anything.... truly sickening, the depth of double standards and hypocrisy.
at this point, on a good day and i see this shit from these people, i'm just like:
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I miraculously came across your blog and omg what a huge happiness it has been!!! Thank you so much for existing srsly like it can be too dramatic to say this but i am so so happy that there are still people who are sane and see the huge cruelty of this covid situation. I was LIVID with what jk did. And no i won’t say oh the company forces them, members are as guilty as that shady disgusting company. All these years the fans deluded themselves (i’m talking about sensible ones here not the braindead cult) into saying bts must have to go through whatever the company says etc… but no! They do have a say to change what the company ‘forces on them’ as they are the biggest tool the company have. They arent some broke nugus, these are all multi millionaires who could say NO to the shit hybe does, they just don’t. Seeing how with a mediocre overnight ‘concert’ where they barely peform but are still able to make millions i do think these men are also just in it to milk fans. At least give a worthy performance wtf?! Like you said so they made bank from crying about ‘uuuu covid ruined my life uuuu’ yet they are now actively spreading it to innocent ppl like?!!!! Jk literally flew while being positive, i cannot believe their audacity to do this?! I’m still in shock, they literally flew him outside the country in secret like a fucking criminal (which uhm he’s to me) and nobody saw traces… hybe is allowed to do anything now who knows how many horrible disgusting shit they are all doing on the daily. There is just so many things that disgusts me and it’s getting unbearable seeing braindead ppl still uwu over these men when they’re actively endangering innocent lives DURING AN ONGOING PANDEMIC. Nevermind the fact that how everything they do and say is literal bs and lies. And where is the notice of hoseok testing negative huh?? Even if he did test negative he can still spread it but they don’t even need to lie about a negative test since everyone is giving them a green light for a possibly bought trophy to get back to the country. I do hope they somehow still wont get it though, i wanna see them embarrassed and realize in the worst way all the lives they have put into danger. I’m just rambling and all but i also reached a huge exhaustion point finally, i think i cannot stomach looking at their bs anymore especially when they’re actively dangering lives for their leisure. All this time i somehow must’ve remained hopeful for a change cuz i have been fed up for so long yet remained around lurking but they are only getting worse and vile.. Thank you for stating your opinions and thank you for all your anons too!! You have no idea how relieved i was to see your asks and answers. I wish you the most beautiful day ♥️♥️
Hey thanks so much for taking the time to send this~ i'm glad you found me and that you enjoy the blog!! sending you a hug
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