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archonsbane · 7 months

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AND I TRY TO TALK REFINED

The one time Il Dottore speaks to you in another language, the one time he speaks to someone else in another language, and the one time you give him a taste of his own medicine.

pairing. dottore x reader

tags & content warnings. gn!reader. reader is the tsaritsa's child. reader is referred to by they/them. there's one (1) mildly suggestive sentence (and it's in a different language lol).

word count. 2.9k

author's note. so. i'm back from the dead. i have two fics for pantalone and one for diluc, around 8k+ words. (none of them are finished LMFAO) but of course i drop everything for this stupid ass man. the reader here is my tsaritsa’schild!reader, though this takes place before beauty is terror. this is set in the early days of their relationship and the start of dottore’s involvement in the fatui. reader's backstory is also implied here, but not outright stated. also i got inspiration from @fatuismooches lovely headcanons, though i strayed a bit far HAHA. thank you for letting me write this! and thank you to my two lovely delulu friends (you know who you are) bc i suddenly got into the mood to write because of them. also, what is heavily implied to be the script of khaenri'ah in-game is based on latin, so i headcanon that latin is the language of khaenri'ah. also i had to sneak in a tsh reference lmfao it was too perfect not to. i promise i don't include it in all my fics it just so happens to be perfect for certain situations huhu. also i hope you guys catch all the little details i put in! reader and dottore have always been like this lol the title is from 'talk' by hozier.

You are undoubtedly the worst teacher Dottore has ever had, bar none.

Flighty, distracted, and prone to seamlessly maneuvering to an entirely different topic without blinking an eye, leaving him dumbfounded. Your teaching sessions, if they could be called that, are filled with constant interrogations of his life and large infusions of food. Half the time you aren’t even teaching him, you’re simply rambling about whatever it is you ramble about (he’s learned to tune you out, partly because he doesn’t care and partly because he can’t understand what you’re saying). He is truly reconsidering forgoing learning Snezhnayan — at the pace you're going, he might as well take his chances and learn by himself.

“But Mother said,” you remind him, petulantly, like a small child. Yes, the Tsaritsa commanded him to learn Snezhnayan, and commanded you to teach him, but he is greatly tempted to ask her to send another teacher. It has only been two weeks since your lessons begun and he might truly go mad. Sometimes he thinks this might be the worst thing a divine being has ever inflicted on him.

In truth, he already knows Snezhnayan, but only enough to hold a polite conversation. It is his least favorite of the languages he learned from his teachers in the Akademiya, and anyway, he never quite had a deftness for tongues. He is always most at home working with his hands, destroying and creating physical matter, covered in dust and soot, cracking open the world’s secrets like an egg. But the Tsartisa willed him to learn, and he is nothing if not a scholar.

“But Mother said,” he mocks, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He’s learned that you have no convictions about his personality. If anything, you seemed to embrace it. Whereas he dons a respectful — as respectful as he can conjure, anyways — mask with the Jester and the Tsaritsa, it’s… looser, with you. Still, he is careful not to cross the line. He is only allowed this because he amuses you. You've been treating him like some sort of pet to be played with whenever you desire since his coming here. “Your mother also said to teach me how to speak Snezhnayan, but this is the third time you’ve called for snacks in three hours.”

You flash a lazy glare at him and go back to eating your beloved pastilas. “You require a tremendous amount of effort to teach.” You’ve switched back to speaking the common tongue, obviously for his sake. “You’re a horrible student.”

“You’re a horrible teacher!”

You sniff and take another bite of your pastry. “You’re just really bad at learning.”

For that, you get a glance heavenward. He is tempted to simply throttle you and be done with it. Treason seems like a fair price to pay for shutting you up. But he considers his options and decides that he would rather not be on the receiving end of your mother’s wrath — it’s too fucking cold here already. Still, greatly offended by this statement, he vents out his anger by cursing at you.

In the language of Sumeru.

He does not really think of it; his use of his mother tongue has greatly decreased since coming here, but even then, it simply rolls off his tongue as naturally as water flows from a river's mouth.

Your brows shoot up. You open your mouth, pause, and for a moment he fears he is in danger of being exiled or thrown in the dungeon. But then you cock your head to the side. “What does that mean?” You ask.

An idea unravels in his mind, sparkling with mischief. “It means you’re bad at teaching.”

You frown. “For some reason, I feel like you’re lying.”

He curses at you again. Your frown deepens. There is something so satisfying about the way those frustrated lines burrow into your face. When he does it a third time, you actually put down the pastila.

“What does it mean?” You demand. “You aren’t saying anything bad, are you?”

It means you’re an insufferable little bastard of mean intelligence and he hopes you fall into a ditch, so yes, he definitely is saying something bad. “It means you’re the most gorgeous, most wonderful person in the world,” he says, sarcasm dripping from the syllables. When you look genuinely taken aback, he lets out a cruel, derisive scoff. “It means you should trust me more.”

“That seems like a horrible idea.”

He shrugs and reaches over to take one of the pastilas, light pink with a white, foamy top, vaguely aware that another one of your language lessons has gone considerably off course. Perhaps that was too light a description. It shot in one direction and came speeding back the other way. “Suit yourself, Your Imperial Highness.”

You smack his hand away, gently. Almost too gently. “Those are mine.”

He eats it, anyway, and learns many new colorful Snezhnayan curses for it, though he detects no real annoyance in your voice. You ring for another batch of desserts. He counts it as a successful lesson.

He continues speaking in Sumerian when you're near. It’s the greatest of treasures, seeing you frown and demand to know what he had just uttered in your presence. Sometimes he just says the first phrase that enters his head, most times he insults you and relishes in your clueless blinking. You can't do the same to him — he's been picking up on Snezhnayan at an exponential pace, and he's made sure to memorize all of the insults and swears first. Obviously. It’s his talent for machinations that he prides himself on, but lately, he’s been deriving vicious pleasure from the fact he can speak twenty languages, though it never mattered much to him before. It’s a good, safe outlet for his annoyance whenever you’re near, which you seem to always be, nowadays.

Even outside the language ‘lessons’ (the word lessons being used extremely lightly) you seem to trail him wherever he goes. Ambushing him in the halls, materializing in the laboratory, and in general trailing him like some attention-starved puppy. He resents it, resents the stars that float through your eyes whenever he enters your view, resents the way you immediately disengage from whatever it was that you were doing to attach yourself to him, all smiles.

He actively avoids you, but somehow you keep running into him. On purpose or accidentally, he has no idea. He suspects it is the former.

Today is one of those days. You’re by his side, again, chatting happily about… something. He’s trying to tune you out, focusing on the long walk back to his laboratories after a meeting with the Tsaritsa. He needs to do something about that, it’s woefully inconvenient to have to walk a mile every time she calls on him. Some sort of contraption that could go up and down easily would be of great use, and he wouldn’t have to climb so many fucking stairs.

Then — it happens. In your excitement, you bump into some government official accompanied by another, what his role is Dottore does not know and does not care to, but he must be quite high up if he allows himself to glare at you for an instant before it disappears into a cool stare. Or maybe he just has a lot of gall.

"Oh, my apologies sir," you murmur, ducking your head.

"Quite alright, Your Highness," he says smoothly, "have a good day." He turns his back and starts to mutter to his companion, their heads bent together, completely unaware that with your godly senses and his recent enhancements to his body, you both can hear every word.

"How clumsy," the first man tuts, "what does their mother teach them? She's been too soft on them."

"She lets them run amok doing whatever they please. The other day, they—"

"—yes, I heard. Look at those clothes, aren't they too plain for the heir?"

His companion makes an agreeing noise. "And the company they keep… "

Dottore doesn't particularly care about what other people think of him, and perhaps if it was only the last sentence that had been uttered he wouldn't have said a word, but the tirade of their complaints makes irritation, absurdly, flare inside him. He whips his head back to their retreating figures, and you throw him a glaring warning, so he clenches his jaw and stays where he is. He isn't one to do nothing, however.

“Kol khara,” he says to them, viciously. Eat shit. He hears you stifle a sound that might be a laugh and briefly wonders why exactly you would laugh.

The men turn back around. “Excuse me?” The first one says.

“Nothing,” he says, curtly, his eyes like sharp daggers, “go on." They throw each other confused glances but say nothing further, going further down the hall until he can no longer see their backs. You both stay in the middle of the now-empty hallway, staring silently off into the distance.

You’ve never been able to contain your curiosity for long. After a good minute of silence, you turn inquisitive eyes on him. He’s been expecting your question.

"What did you say?" You ask.

He shrugs; makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Nothing."

You narrow your eyes. "I know it isn't nothing. It was something bad, right? You've said it to me before.” Clever you, he thinks briefly. Nothing gets past you. When he stays enclosed in icy silence, you press on further, “I won’t be mad. It doesn’t bother me — I think it’s funny. Just tell me.” He has no idea why you would ever think it’s funny. Nonetheless, he stays silent.

You try again. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Tell me,” you say again, but this time you slip into the voice of the noble, unshakeable heir to Winter. The two words are a command, and they leave no room for argument. He must follow.

He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It means I want them to eat shit.”

A moment of silence passes and Dottore wonders if he should start running. Then, you start to laugh. A small laugh, so small he almost thinks he could cup it in his hands and never let it go. But he recognizes it as different from the laughs you’ve given him before. This one is warm and sweet, conjured from the belly upwards. Summer in a sound.

He tries very hard not to smile when he says, “you aren’t mad?”

“No,” you say, still laughing, “I suppose I do deserve it.” He silently agrees. “Anyways, after coming to my defense, I forgive you.”

He snarls, that sudden irritation reviving itself. “I wasn’t coming to your defense.”

You shrug, not looking bothered at all. “Fine. Defending yourself and by extension — and complete coincidence — me.”

He decides it is best not to argue, and listens quietly as you walk with him back to his laboratory, chatting happily away once more. If you notice that over the next few days, his outbursts toward you decrease, you say nothing of it. And if you notice he is insulting other people more in other languages, seemingly for the sole purpose of making you laugh, you say nothing of it, too.

You’re speaking Sumerian.

Fluent Sumerian. Rapid-fire Sumerian, without blinking or stumbling over your words. Clean, pure Sumerian, speaking everything with the perfect enunciation of a noble. You don’t notice him behind you, utterly bemused, as you speak to a foreign dignitary from his homeland. The First drags him out of the underground labs from time to time in order to socialize and familiarize himself with the political atmosphere, but Dottore lets you do all the work for him. You engage in polite small talk, though delivered with much more enthusiasm than necessary. But the words are barely intelligible in his head. It isn’t possible that you’ve learned how to speak fluent Sumerian in such a short about of time. He will begrudgingly admit your brightness, small as it is, but even he cannot master a language within a few months. Which means there must only be one conclusion.

When you notice him, your face morphs into one of surprised panic. Oh. He’s sure his fury is plain to see. It’s at that precise moment the dignitary — Dottore does not see the point in blessings but, Archons bless her — chooses to excuse herself, leaving you open and without a proper excuse to escape with.

“You can speak Sumerian,” he says, plainly, having immediately taken the empty spot at your side. You take cautious, half-step backwards.

You look both amused and slightly abashed.

He grits his teeth. “For how long?”

“... since I was five." A pause. You look thoughtful. "Actually, it was your Greater Lord Rukkhadevata who first taught me."

This new piece of information surprises him so much that the flames of his anger are snuffed out, if only for a second. Then they come back raging, and he cannot contain it.

"You knew what I was saying this entire time!" He rages, jabbing an accusing finger at you. You cringe away. "You could understand all of it!"

"Not all of it—" When you see the exasperation that crosses his face, you smile. "Alright. Most of it."

You begin to walk away, but he furiously follows you. "You lied to me!"

"You were cursing me to my face. I think it's a fair exchange." You shrug with one shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "It was funny, anyway. Your cluelessness, that is." And then, "you should know, now that you know — I can speak the main languages of each nation."

"I can too," he says haughtily, raising his chin up at you.

"Really?" You laugh. "Cubitum eamus?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What does that mean?" He demands, only half aware he's repeating the interaction you once had over a plate of pink and white sweets. He's never heard a language sounding quite like that. Perhaps it could be a dialect, but it doesn't sound similar to any currently existing language. "What language is that?"

You deliver your coup de grâce with such smooth smugness on your face. "It's Khaenri'ahn." The dead language.

He blinks. Opens his mouth dumbly. And lunges.

As he chases you through the halls, your laughter floats warm and clear in the frigid winter air. You easily outpace him, but perhaps out of pity, you let him catch you and drag you to — well, he doesn't exactly know where he's going, only that he does not want to let you escape his rage. You thrash in his arms like a trapped animal, still controlled by a laughing fit all the while.

"I hate you," he grumbles later, when you've calmed him with a slice of strawberry cheesecake from the kitchens. He's still quite angry, but not angry enough to not accept your peace offering. "You're horrible."

"So are you."

A pause, then, "Teach me Khaenri'ahn," he says, leaning forward, a bright idea sparking in his chest. "There's so many texts I have yet to decipher — you have no idea the knowledge I can grasp if you teach me." He thinks of the old Ruin Golems in Sumeru. How hard it was to learn how to control them! But with your help, with your knowledge, he could crack the world open like an egg and watch its secrets spill like yolk.

"I thought I was a bad teacher."

"Bad is better than none at all."

The utterly offended look that flashes on your face teases a grin from his mouth. "You're horrible."

"So are you."

He thinks he sees the corner of your mouth involuntarily curl upward. You twirl your fork in your fingers, humming thoughtfully. "Why should I?"

"... For the pleasure of contributing to my research?" The look you give him tells him you're not at all convinced. He continues, "My research that is so very essential to the success of this nation?"

You scoff, but you cannot deny it. He would not be alive if he wasn't useful to Snezhnaya.

"You'll owe me," you tell him.

He shrugs. "There's worse things in the world. Let's start."

It startles you somewhat. "What, now?"

"Yes, now. Unless you have other things to do?"

You don't. Your language lessons with him already ended when he reached an acceptable mastery over Snezhnayan according to your mother, and he knows that though you have a schedule (mysterious and utterly incomprehensible though it is — not even he has been able to figure it out), you'd drop everything in an instant if something else interests you. Your other engagements are often boring things, too, and the only duty you ever truly commit to are the strange missions your mother sends you on, ones that could go for months on end. He's fairly certain you'll acquiesce to his request.

You pretend to consider it, before shrugging with hardwon carelessness and saying, "Fine."

You're exactly the same. Flighty, distracted, and prone to seamlessly maneuvering to an entirely different topic without blinking an eye. Half the cheesecake is eaten before you even start on the alphabet, and the journey to that is filled with endless detours that consist of bickering, fighting over the (large) cake, and kicking each other like children under his work table. His intelligence is insulted more times in half an hour than in his entire years of study at the Akademiya.

Dottore decides, with solid determination, after eating the last slice of cake, finally learning the pronunciation of the vowels and consonants, and being on the receiving end of an onslaught of Khaeri’ahn curses he truly cannot understand — which is horribly ironic considering the past few weeks — that he might as well beg the Jester for lessons instead, and no one can do a damn thing about it. He tells this to you, chin up, resolute and unwavering in his declaration.

He never does get around to doing that.

#— ficlets.#genshin imapct #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #fatui x reader #the cubitum eamus question is a reference to the secret history for those who don't know #reader is asking dottore to sleep with them lmfao #also the full lyric for the title is #'so I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i'm imaginin' you'#so that's something :))

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zeltqz · 1 year

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your secret

pairing. fwb!atsumu x fem!reader

synopsis. atsumu comes to your work shift because he wants some attention

authors note: my first haikyuu fic omgmggmgmgmgmg hehe i love atsumu so much

content. friends with benefits, praising, oral sex, secret situationship; you and atsumu mess around in secret because you don't like attention

“I did gooood didn’t I?” Atsumu nudged at his twin, looking even smuger than usual. It made Osamu sick; not because his twin was in a happy mood, but because he did do good. He scored the final point at the very last second.

“Yeah, you were amazing.” Despite such a pleasant statement, the tone in Osamu’s voice stated otherwise. It was sarcastic and dry, but Atsumu was high enough on his own emotions to even notice the very ironic tone.

Atsumu’s day was already going great, amplified ten fold when he looked past Suna’s head, at the table right behind you. He’d recognise the back of your head from anywhere. He’d gotten praise from everyone but you. He’s craving it now, his fingers tingle with the need to get validation from you.

He was going to go to your house after dinner with his friends, tell you about his awesome heroic victory and hopefully sleep with you. But why wait, when you are right there.

He waits for you to finish serving that table, that sweet smile you give to the table before you’re heading to the back. He quickly sticks his hand up, fast enough to almost slap his brother in the face to grab your attention. You turn to head towards the table, only to freeze in your step when you realise who exactly is at that table.

Oh, you could just kill him.

Atsumu can see that moment of hesitation in your step, like you’re contemplating whether or not to dash towards the back, grab one of your fellow waiters to tend their table.

But it was already too late. Atsumu’s long ass arm in the air already attracted the attention of your manager who’s urging you to stop standing in the middle of the restaurant and go to the table.

If only she knew why you were hesitating to go. You put on your best smile and over to the table, repeating the same phrase you’ve said at least 50 times today. “How can I help you today?”

Osamu looks up from his phone. “Oh shit. (Y/n), you work here?”

Upon hearing your name, Suna also lifts his head up. He’s more silent than his friend, simply looks you up and down before looking back over at his phone. A reaction you didn’t mind, at least he didn’t have to vocalise his words.

Atsumu is ignoring the death glare you’re currently sending him. “May I have more water please?” He gestures towards his half empty glass of water.

You look down at the glass. “Maybe you should finish it first?”

Atsumu’s smile gets wiped off his face the moment at that realisation. This is what he gets for mustering up an excuse on the spot.

“Ignore his stupid ass.” Osamu knocks him on the head with his elbow.

“I’m not stupid!” Atsumu tries to hit him back but is stopped when you ask them politely to stop fighting in a restaurant.

“That’s a debatable statement.” “That’s debatable.” You and Suna both say at the same time. A small chuckle leaves his lips and a small smile grows on your own. Atsumu notices and his brows crease in frustration. Not at what you both said; no not that, he’s used to handling the verbal abuse from his friends and sometimes you. It’s the fact that you both are looking at each other and smiling at each other and saying the same things at the same time—

Without thinking, he grabs his half-empty glass of water and downs it so quick it almost spills on the table. You look at him, confused, before he’s placing the glass back on the table. “Show me where to fill this up.”

“Uh—okay?” You reach forward to grab the glass and head towards the fill station. Atsumu is following behind you, standing a bit too close for comfort as he watches you fill up the water glass.

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “So…guess what?”

You stiffen upon hearing his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t care Atsumu,”

“Damn. Atsumu? What happened to that cute nickname you used to give me all the time.”

“Shut up. I’m mad at you.” You turn off the tap and hand him his glass of water. “Why did you bring them here? What part of ‘I want us’ “ you gesture at the both of you “to be a secret don’t you understand?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to see you.” He presses a kiss to your earlobe. “Forgive me? Please?”

You groan, allowing him to leave kisses along your jawline. “...Fine. But stop kissing me, I’m workin—”

“Take a break.” He muffles into the skin of your neck.

“I—I can’t.”

“Please?”

He pulls out from the junction in your neck to press his forehead against yours. You stare deep into his hazel eyes, as if he’s trying to coax you into doing what he says. And man, it’s working. His stare paired along with the hand trailing up your leg, resting on the bristsles of your skirt. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll be right there.”

His smile is so contagious, he’s pressing a warm kiss to your nose before he’s bouncing to the bathrooms. You head to the back, asking your manager for a quick 15 minute break. She looks hesitant and first because the restaurant is extra busy tonight but you tell her you’ll make it up for her next shift. After a couple more moments of pleading, she’s letting you take a small break, so you head towards the bathroom where you saw Atsumu go inside.

“Sorry I took so lon—.” You allow Atsumu to press you up against the counter, his fingers lifting up your chin to slot your lips together. “Wait.” You tap at his chest to grab his attention.

“Hm?”

“You said you wanted to tell me something? Earlier.”

You watch as his face falls a little, trying to remember. “Oh! Yeah! I won the game.”

“Really?! Congratulations ’Tsumu!” You hug him, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. He’s pulling you closer, a hand drifting downwards to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m so proud of you.” You mutter in his ear.

Your praise sends a shiver down his spine and he holds you tighter. He gently moves you to sit on the counter and maneouvers himself between your legs. “Praise me more.”

“You’re so stupid.” You chuckle airily, gasping when his hands tighten on your waist.

“How long do we have? Fifteen minutes?”

“Actually—” You groan, digging your fingers in his hair when he lays kisses along your neck, taking his sweet time because he thinks you have fifteen minutes. “We have about five…”

“Five?” He pulls out from your neck and looks at you confused.

“I’m sorry! My manager wouldn’t let me have fifteen…”

“Guess we will have to make the most of it.” He pushes you down from the counter, digging his fingers into your tights and pulls them down your legs.

“Wait…you’re doing that here?! Now?!”

“Yeah? I’ll be quick.” He gets on his knees, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He lifts your leg, putting it over his shoulder for better placement, tugging you forward.

“’Tsumu, this isn’t very sanitary—” You’re cut off when he licks up your slit, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. “Oh fuck.” You exhale shakily, a hand coming up to your mouth to stiffen your moan, the other tracks downwards to the puffy ball of blonde hair beneath you, digging your fingers into the strands.

His tongue laves ruthlessly at your clit, eyes closed shut as he loses himself in your pussy, moving a finger up to press at your slit, tickling the hole before slipping it inside. “’Tsum—oh my god—yes!” You whimper, voice muffled by your palm as he fucks his fingers deeper inside you, briefly moving his lips away from your clit to lick at your juices along the inside of your thighs.

It’s messy, so messy but you can’t bring him to stop. Not with the way he’s adding a second finger to the mix, pumping them out at a lazy pace, but enough to have your entire face flushing, enough to have you biting down on the inside of your palms to stiffen your moans.

He lifts himself up from the ground, fingers still twisting inside you and leans in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer to you as he pushes his tongue past your lips. You're moaning into his mouth, allowing his fingers to brush up against your spot. “’Tsumu, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum on my fingers, babe.” He breaks the kiss to look down at where his fingers are pumping inside you, the wet slick sound it makes as he somehow pushes his fingers even deeper.

“Oh sh—fuck! I’m gon—” Your scream is cut off when he kisses you briefly.

“D’ya wanna get us caught?” He smiles against your lips and you look up at him, dazily before hiding your face in his neck, cumming on his fingers, hiding your moan in his shirt.

It feels like forever until he pulls his fingers out and you can’t help but cover your face when he licks at his fingers that are absolutely soaked with your juices. “’Tsumu, can you stop! That’s so embarrassing.” You move his fingers away from his mouth but he’s gotten them sealed tight, like a vacuum to it’s dust.

“Not my fault you taste so good.” He’s wiping his spit soaked fingers against his pants before kissing you again. “By the way, that definitely was more than five minutes.”

You blink, trying to understand what he means until you remember where you are right now and panic. “Oh shit!” You’re pushing past him to slide off the counter, tugging your tights backup and readjust your uniform. “Never come here unannounced again.” You poke at his chest.

“I’ll be here same time next week.” He winks at you and you’re scoffing before exiting the bathroom. He waits a couple seconds to avoid suspicion before he’s heading back to his table.

“How long does it take to get some fucking water?” Suna says the moment Atsumu comes to sit back down.

“Yeah, it’s been like ten minutes.”

“Was busy.” His smile is extra cheerful today and they look at him weirdly before he’s adjusting himself in his seat to try and get a better look at you working. He waits until you’re sitting down at the back, wiping some sweat from your forehead before he brings out his phone to text you.

Atsumu: did i tell u that u look sexy in that uniform ;)

Me: why havent you left yet

Atsumu: that’s not how to treat customers

Me: pls go home. I cant work properly with you here

Atsumu: are u gettin shy on me?

Me: no ur just staring at me like a creep. Stop

Atsumu: ok ill look at your sexy manager instead

Me: fuck u

Atsumu: I WAS JOKING STOP

His text goes unnoticed by you as you turn off your phone, making sure to silence notifications and stuff it in the pocket of your apron.

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basil-the-hopeful · 14 days

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Spend the Night

AN: Damn, I really picked the worst time to finish this... but a fic is a fic, and I never wrote for Punk before, so why not?!

This isn't explicit, but it's implied...barely.

Also, if you don't want to read it on here, here's a link to it.

Boredom is a dangerous feeling. It tests the patience of everyone, and leads the mind to do anything to relieve it. It's also a dangerous motive when placed in the hands of someone that has become numb to the sense of time and are willing to do anything to make it pass.

Currently, it was in Punk's hands as he was splayed out of the hotel bed, waiting on Dax to come back from getting the DVD he forgot to pick up at CVS. Honestly, he was still getting used to the hotel room in general, so much empty space to be in alone that he called up his friends for a movie night. That was promised 20 minutes ago and counting, when being laid out in a starfish position seemed to be a great idea. Now his limbs felt stiffer than ever.

"When did getting a DVD take this long???" Punk complained, bringing his arms down to a stretch with a pained groan.

"You know Dax doesn't know how to make one stop." As he arched his back in his stretch, he heard Cash finally push himself backwards and land right next to Punk on the bed. "Probably getting some more drinks or something."

"Not like we needed more. We have a whole bar over there...somewhere." Punk barely waves to the other side of the room, like he didn't check as soon as he walked in and found nothing but regular water, a brand of sparkling water that was more salt than flavor and soda that was more syrup than a drink. "Whatever. Let's hope he at least sends some kind of update." Another long stretch and then Punk flops back down onto the mattress, not used to the softness that greeted his back instead of cardboard or pain.

He also wasn't used to the silence that followed his last words which was...comforting. Not tense or awkward, just a comfortable silence between them. It was a far cry from what he was used to, when quiet usually being the result of building tension from the people around him. Punk felt Cash move closer to him, his arm pressing against his own and that small tension he had began to fade.

He wished he could say the same to the boredom that was slowly trying to trickle back in. So before his mind really starts to glaze over, he blindly grabs his phone in his pocket.

It was nothing on there to see, just something mindless to do in the meantime. He doesn't even know half of what he was scrolling through on his phone, a lot of it blurring in his mind. Weird trending tweet, blue check-mark tweet, some rapper's dick he really didn't want to see. Again, mindless shit, so mindless that he might as well just go back to staring at the ceiling. But it gave his hands something to do, so he just kept scrolling.

He felt something near his arms and tensed up out of reflex, but a light squeeze made the tension leave out. His eyes went back on the screen as he felt something again, only it stayed and started to make their way up his arm, towards his chest. Something he was familiar with enough to just keep his half attention on the phone, his teeth finding their way into his bottom lip to keep the smile at bay. The bed began to dip as more weight was added onto him, his waist being straddled and he flexed the hand that wasn't on his phone to keep from reaching out. It was becoming a losing battle though, especially when he felt his shirt being raised up and up until it became bunched up near his chest.

He still kept his eyes on his phone, trying to type out the tweet he half-assed and wanted to send out. But letters were getting harder to type out when fingers were making their way all across his tattoos all on his chest, and Punk couldn't help the slight shiver that took over as nails made their way along. He finally glanced up from his phone to see Cash looking right at him with mischief written all over his face, his hands never stopped with the tracing.

When the phone finally pinged with something , it was on the other side of the bed. He ignored the second time it tried to get his attention, his hands now underneath Cash's shirt getting him just as worked up.

The final time it gave out it's notification, Punk's mouth was too busy to even respond.

Little did they care to know was that on the other side of the phone was Dax, who has been through store hell for the last hour. Leave it to the three of them wanting to be old-school and get a DVD of a movie he barely heard of but Punk saw at CVS and it was the last one around here, and he'll make it up to him if he got it for him, please? So he got into his truck with a flushed face, and drove over to the nearest CVS that almost looked like it was about to shut down for safety reasons more than open.

Turns out the CVS here barely has DVDs anymore, and the other one that would have it was 20 more minutes from here. So he went to the Walmart that was across the street instead because surely they have that there, and he was one son of a gun who was gonna be a little hard-headed with this. And he was right, but he had to do some digging in a 5$ bin for so long that he got some looks his way he's already gotten used to years ago.

Now he had the disk in the white see through bag in his hands, and this was the third text that have not been responded to since then. Punk usually responds quickly, in fact he's the quickest person Dax knows to respond to his texts, so not answering is something new that he's not sure he likes all that well.

It's Punk though. Besides, he finally made it back to the hotel door, so no point in worrying now. He pushed the card down far enough until he heard a loud 'click' noise and with his other hand that wasn't wrapped around the Walmart bag, he pressed on the door handle and burst into the room.

The words Dax had on his tongue though left two steps into the door, as his eyes catch his tag partner on his back, his skin more a lot more flushed than he remembered. From the way Punk's hand was wrapped around him, he can make a few guesses as to how it got that red.

He tossed the DVD next to the TV stand, and then took a few more steps towards the bed. A painted arm, too busy to call him over, just grabbed him by the pants and dragged him forward.

Hours later, the TV finally was turned on to the movie. The TV however, was playing to a silent audience, who was wrapped up in the sheets and had let sleep take over.

#whoop whoop!#cm punk #aew fanfiction #ftr

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ladyheraofthewhitearms · 2 years

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If you are accepting requests, a oneshot with belos having a not so sceret interest in the reader, who is a coven scout, and kiki and some of the coven heads are petty/confused as to why he's paying so much attention to them would be funny. I don't know why but I headcannon a few of the coven heads plus kiki would literally fight each other for belos's attention or acknowledgement and he would just ignore them on purpose out of annoyance or just for laughs.

The Silver Scout (Belos / GN! Reader)

(A/N: I'M BACK! Sorry for the wait, but life's been pretty hectic. Anyways! I'm posting this in honor of "Hollow Mind." If you haven't seen it yet, then make sure to watch it ASAP! Today's a good day to be a Belos simp hehe.

As for this story, this is Part 1 of a two-parter. I should be posting the second half sometime soon so keep an eye out for that. I have a couple more fics in the works but, since final exams are nearly upon me, I might be unable to sit down and write for a couple weeks. I can't say for sure when they'll be finished and posted but, in the meantime, please be patient and I'll make sure to get them out as soon as possible <3 Thank you so much for your support and make sure to leave a comment! They genuinely make my day and it makes me feel so much better about writing knowing that people are actively enjoying my work.)

CW: Swearing, Kikimora has a panic attack

“And so I told that hack-”

“Darius! Terra!”

Darius sighed heavily, sending an annoyed glare to the small demon barreling toward the pair. Terra, on the other hand, couldn’t be more relieved at the interruption. If you heard one of Darius’ Alador rants, you’d heard them all.

Skidding to a halt in front of the Coven Heads, Kikimora spoke, panting. The castle was prodigious enough of a size for a person of average height but, for someone of Kikimora’s stature, trying to make your way anywhere was practically a death march.

“A-A meeting!” she managed, “The Emperor… just called a meeting-”

“Yes, stubby, we know. We were just on our way. Is there a point to your bothering us?” he asked, voice dripping exasperation.

Finally catching her breath, Kikimora straightened her posture and looked Darius in the eye.

“The Silver Scout. I heard that Emperor Belos is sending them on a high-stakes operation. Alone.”

“Now that is interesting,” Darius softly mused, intrigued. The information was almost unbelievable. Terra seemed both surprised and aggravated in equal parts at the news of this development. She gave a slight ‘hm’ of disapproval.

With operations of such important standing, the Emperor tended to send at least two Coven Heads in order to assure success. No matter how skilled the witch was, no matter how trusted they were, procedure was procedure. No singular witch was allowed complete control or trust in a vital mission as a failure or a betrayal would be too disastrous of a risk. When sent in pairs, there’s always a backup in the event of a death or similar complication. At least, that was what the Coven Heads were made to believe.

To send a witch on a mission of great importance was a gesture of deep trust on the Emperor’s part in both the witch’s skills and loyalty. To be granted this honor would be undeniable proof that a witch was trusted implicitly by the Emperor of the Boiling Isles. In the violently competitive atmosphere of the Emperor’s court, each and every Coven Head vied for this seemingly impossible opportunity.

“We have to do something!” Kikimora squeaked, seeing that she now had the attention of the witches in front of her. “The closer that Scout gets to Emperor Belos, the less he’ll favor us. I will not allow it,” she declared, clenching her fist in determination. After a second, she glanced up to see Darius and Terra looking down at her with distaste.

“You know,” he began, turning to Terra, “while this little shit stain on the Titan’s ass crack is positively pathetic,” Kikimora shot Darius a dirty look, “she may actually have a point. I, for one, don’t like how close that Scout is to Emperor Belos.”

Terra looked at Darius with a puzzled expression.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing about it, Darius?” looking down her nose at Kikimora, she continued, “Or you, for that matter, Kikimora? Lord Belos knows everything that goes on in this castle. Any attempt at sabotage will be discovered and then punished before you can say ‘Scout.’”

Kikimora, suddenly hit with an idea, interjected.

“You’re right. Emperor Belos knows everything that goes on inside the castle. However, if something were to happen on the Scout’s next mission…”

Picking up on Kiki’s implication, a grin stretched across Darius’ face.

“My, my, Kiki. Now that is a good idea,” Darius looked at his watch. “While we still have a meeting to attend, Terra and I might be able to figure something out.”

Darius bent down to Kikimora’s height and flicked her in the nose.

“You, on the other hand, should do what you do best and stay out of the way.”

At this, Darius stood up and the two Coven Heads continued walking down the hall, plotting possible ambushes in lowered voices.

~~~~

Though usually not taken seriously by the Coven Heads, Kikimora had touched a nerve with the previously unspoken truth in her report. This deviating from centuries-old tradition had only confirmed what they all had discerned from Belos’ behavior towards his second-in-command:

The Emperor had a soft spot for the Silver Scout.

It had started innocently enough with the lowly Coven Scout’s promotion to courtroom guard. These guards were the cream of the coven and upheld and represented in every respect the values and strength of the Emperor. To be promoted to this position was a great honor, but not unheard of.

And then. In an untraditional declaration of indiscernible motivation, they had been singled out from their fellow witches. Having shown great ability and promise in both their training and the field, the scout had been promoted to a position that previously only the Golden Guard held. Whispers rushed as vicious as a river current amongst the Coven Heads. Who is this Coven Scout? Why were they promoted to such a prestigious standing? Why not me? Though the discontent festered deep, no witch was brave enough to stand up to the Emperor and demand an explanation. All members of the court followed an unspoken rule: be as obedient as possible when in the Emperor’s presence. He is not a forgiving man.

The freshly-promoted witch had been provided a sleek new uniform that was designed to be similar to the Golden Guard. The clothing pattern was where the similarities ended, however. Instead of a golden tunic and pauldron, the Scout’s uniform was silver with a belt and gloves as blue as the night sky. Their mask contained softer angles than that of the others. The eyes and slight curves of the cheeks were softer with an elongated beak that provided a strong resemblance to the face of a dove. In addition to this new uniform, the witch was granted a new title and responsibilities to accompany their ascent in status. The Silver Scout was born.

From that day on, the formerly unknown scout stood at the Emperor’s side; opposite the Golden Guard. However, while the Golden Guard’s role was to be seen and not heard, silently carrying out the will of the Emperor and Titan, the Silver Scout soon became a key factor in the Emperor’s decisions.

Belos had been explaining the logistics of a significant operation with the Coven Heads when he abruptly paused. Turning slightly to his left, he addressed the Scout.

“Tell me, Scout, how do you suggest we handle the Selkidomus? I know that you have… experience with these sorts of demons.”

Eberwolf struggled to contain their snort of contempt at having been overlooked. Darius shot them a warning glance, hoping that the Emperor didn’t hear the small outburst from the young Coven Head. If he did, however, he showed no sign of it. All eyes were on the Silver Scout.

Surprised at the sudden and unexpected attention, the Scout’s head flinched slightly towards the looming figure on the throne beside them.

Regaining their composure, they responded in a hesitant voice.

“I’ve encountered the Selkidomus and its kind only a few times, but I’d consider myself familiar enough with their strengths, weaknesses, and tendencies,” the Scout stated. “The Selkidomus’ skin is strong enough to withstand the harsh temperature of the Boiling Seas, so fire magic would be ineffective against the beast,” they continued. “As such, I recommend plant magic to bind and incapacitate the creature and then, once out of the water, ice magic to trap it further and keep it contained.”

Belos hummed in contemplation.

“A good plan,” he noted. “Terra, Raine,” he snapped. The respective Coven Heads stood to attention.

“I trust you to enact this plan,” he said with a tone that indicated that there was no room for argument.

Terra and Raine bowed and with a wave of his hand, the Emperor drew the meeting to a close.

Meanwhile, Kikimora seethed in the corner, watching the Emperor and his trusted guards unhurriedly leave through the side door.

Belos, the mighty Emperor who was in direct communication with the Titan, asked for the advice of a mere Scout of all people. This was unheard of! She was just a mere Coven Scout only a year or two ago! I’ve been a part of this coven for years proving my loyalty to the Emperor time and time again. Why wasn’t I asked? Why not me?

~~~~

Darius and Terra entered the throne room with Kikimora huffing and puffing behind them, trying to keep up with their long strides.

Standing in their respective places, Kikimora and the Coven Heads waited for the meeting to begin. After a few minutes of waiting, Emperor Belos finally emerged from his quarters, the Golden Guard and the Silver Scout trailing close behind him.

Standing in front of his throne, Belos sat down in a fluid motion and gestured for his court to do the same.

“Now,” he announced loudly, ensuring that all eyes were now on him, “the Titan has told me that in order for the Day of Unity to arrive, additional materials are needed.” He paused. “Materials,” he continued, “that can only be found in the Skull.”

Every witch and demon’s eyes widened at this, trying their best to contain their shock. The skull of the Titan was known throughout the Isles to be sacred ground. To step foot there, let alone desecrate it, was unheard of. Even so, not a word was spoken in protest. After all, who would go against the supposed voice of the Titan itself? If Emperor Belos declared it, then it was the Titan’s will.

The Coven Heads sat with uneasy expressions. This was especially prevalent on Kikimora’s face, despite it being mostly concealed.

“As this mission is of great importance, I will be sending the Silver Scout to harvest the materials,” Belos elaborated. Kikimora bristled at this. Her frustration was increasing more and more, expanding like an ever-growing bubble. Threatening to pop at any moment. “I expect none of you to interfere or otherwise hinder the operation.” Although his tone was calm and collected, there was an underlying threat to his words. A threat that Kiki failed to pick up on.

The bubble burst.

“You’re sending the Silver Scout?” she exclaimed. “Alone on a mission to the Skull no less?” she stepped forward. “Emperor Belos, I have proven my loyalty to you and the Titan time and time again during my years of service, but surely you can’t be serious!”

Belos was deathly still. Kikimora, already in motion, was unable to stop if she tried.

“This Scout has only had their position for a year and they’re already being sent on an operation with such high stakes? This plan should involve someone with more experience!”

As her outburst echoed throughout the high-ceilinged hall, the room was deathly still. Neither witch nor demon moved, holding their breath. Waiting for something to happen.

After a silence that stretched for what felt like hours, Emperor Belos broke the silence with a slow, frighteningly calm tone.

“Now, now, Kikimora. I’m doing you a kindness by forgiving your blatant disrespect. I ought to have you petrified for questioning my decision in front of the Coven Heads.” Realizing the severity of her outburst, Kikimora felt herself falling into a bottomless pit of fear. Fear for her life. “But,” Belos asserted coldly, “the Titan is merciful today. You still have a role to play in the Titan’s grand design. However, do not forget that everyone, you included, is replaceable.”

Standing from his throne, Belos raised his voice with an air of authority, sweeping the room with his icy gaze.

“All of you,” the Coven Heads flinched at this. Darius and Terra looked away. “I have chosen the Silver Scout specifically for their level of competency. Their service to the Titan has been instrumental in preparing for the Day of Unity. Can I say the same for yours?” he said, lifting his head. His eye burned like a flickering blue flame.

Kikimora felt her body go cold and the room started to spin. She felt like she was going to faint.

“I-I apologize, Emperor Belos,” she said, immediately dropping to her knee. Kiki’s former confidence seemed to have disappeared in a matter of seconds and was replaced with overwhelming panic. Similar emotions were coursing through Darius and Terra. The fool-proof schemes that they had been planning only minutes prior dissipated from their minds. While they hadn’t expected Belos to be forgiving of anyone who sabotaged the Silver Scout before, they now knew that the Emperor allowed no slander of his most trusted counsel and guard.

“If anyone dares to question my command again, I promise you now. It won’t end well.”

Following Kikimora’s example, all the Coven Heads dropped to their knees.

“Yes, Emperor Belos,” they said in unity.

Striding towards the door, Emperor announced in an exasperated tone.

“This meeting is adjourned.”

As the Coven Heads made towards the exit, gossip swirled amongst them as excitedly as smoke from a kindling flame.

Kikimora followed with shaky steps towards the door.

It was a miracle that she was able to walk away at all.

~~~~~

The following morning, the Silver Scout was to leave for the Skull. While the mission didn’t have a set time frame, they made sure to bring enough supplies with them to last a couple of days in the caverns. After making sure that their affairs were in order, they grabbed their artificial staff and bag of supplies. They locked the door to their bedchamber and headed on their way. Following the drama in the throne room yesterday, the Silver Scout was anxious to get to the castle bridge and complete their mission.

Even though their quarters were a decent walk from the castle’s entrance, they finally made it to the bridge. The stone construction extended from the edge of the portcullis’ platform the second they reached the edge. After the bridge fully extended, the Silver Scout started walking on the enchanted stone. Coming to a stop halfway across, they suddenly felt a pair of eyes observing their movements. Looking up toward the top of the barbican, a tall silhouette stood there lurking as if to watch them set off.

Not knowing how to respond to their observer, the Scout gave a little, slightly confused wave, straddled their staff, and teleported to the Skull with their supplies in hand.

If they had lingered just a few seconds longer, however, they would have seen a little, equally confused wave in response.

#emperor belos x reader #the owl house #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #belos toh #philip toh #belos x reader #philip wittebane toh #toh belos #This fic took SO MUCH planning #I know that the original ask was more silly than what I wrote but I promise!#The next part is going to be more silly/fluffy #This bit is more exposition than anything else #But hang in there!#cw: swearing #cw: panic attack

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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tortilla-of-courage · 3 years

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Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

#attllhak #im once again rendered speechless (in a good way) by your creative mind attllhak #tortilla asks #long post #linked universe #ask to tag #injury mention

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marley-manson · 2 years

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For the character ask: Major Charles Emerson Winchester III

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

David Ogden Stiers. I can't handle the sheer perfection of some of his line deliveries, and his acting is just absolutely top tier.

least favorite thing about them

This is more about the show than the character to be fair, but it's not so much the bigotry as the the way the show often plays it for laughs in a... lighter way than Frank's bigotry, yk? This is probably the one way they misstepped in replacing Frank with Charles imo. Frank's bigotry was funny but the joke was always on Frank's patheticness. With Charles it sometimes feels like we're meant to laugh with him, when he gets in a good zinger at Klinger or whatever, and even when the joke is on Charles it's not meant to make us dislike him, the way we disliked Frank, because he's not a caricature. The narrative is much easier on him, and it can sometimes be uncomfortable.

favorite line

I'm sure I could come up with something better when I've finished my rewatch, but

"But know this. You can cut me off from the civilized world. You can incarcerate me with two moronic cell mates. You can torture me with your thrice-daily swill. But you cannot break the spirit of a Winchester. My voice shall be heard from this wilderness, and I shall be delivered from this fetid and festering sewer."

from his first episode is so good. The first of many absolutely immaculate deliveries and one of the best.

brOTP

Tough, tbh. Either Klinger or Hawkeye. Despite the aforementioned issues I have with the show's treatment of Charles' bigotry, I do still often enjoy the ascerbic yet growing friendship he has with Klinger. It's a fun dynamic at its core. And he doesn't get many friendship moments with Hawkeye, but the ones he does get are fantastic. Sons and Bowlers is a classic for a reason, and I love their Bombshells team up too. It would've been great to see them on the same page once or twice more.

OTP

I don't think I have one for him. I see the appeal of Charles/Klinger and I think there are a few interesting details there (Klinger's v striking earrings in his dream, the way he's basically the only one to use Klinger's first name) but I've never been interested enough to seek out fic. I'd read Charles/Hawkeye, but I'd read Hawkeye/just about any guy and Charles isn't my first choice. He was fun with Donna in that one episode but I didn't really care about them.

nOTP

Charles/Margaret. Stop that, season 6.

random headcanon

He secretly envies Honoria's more flighty and carefree nature.

unpopular opinion

Now I absolutely prefer him as a character, as a person, as a vehicle for drama, and as a complement to the show's shifting tone in the second half, but I prefer Frank as a concept. This goes hand in hand with my general preference for the earlier seasons. I preferred the satirical sensibility of Frank a little more than the solid character writing of Charles.

song i associate with them

Well, Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A.

favorite picture of them

Any answers for this will probably be half assed because I don't really have favourite pictures of most characters, but this one's gotta be Potter's portrait lol, god that was a funny scene.

#mash #text post #thanks for asking!#marley on mash #charles mash

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theplanetprince · 3 years

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Fanfiction Review

I can already tell this is gonna be super confusing bc I've been writing fic since I was 12 but have since gone through so many identity changes. But let's play anyway!

Thanks for the tag @redead-red

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

My current library is 8. I don't actually write fanfic too often unless a specific idea intrigues me-- or something in the fanon just doesn't line up with me. I do have at least 4ish more stories planned and maybe a revised version of an ancient story from when I was young. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,451! Pretty neato!

3. How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Uh, in no specific order,

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (lost to purging)

Doctor Who (you ain't gonna find these)

Sonic

NiGHTs into Dreams

Dead by Daylight (<3)

Danny Phantom (my beloathed) Supernatural (my other beloathed)

and uhhhh, I think a bunch of various other video games I can't remember. For the sake of brevity I'm gonna put the rest under the cut.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is actually pretty funny bc I have so few fics released. I only get emails for certain ones all the time, so I wrote this part out by guessing, but I ended up not needing to change it. (also, don't read most of these; they're old and bad)

1. Schrodinger's Adolescent, 337 Kudos (Danny Phantom)

2. Teen Years and How to Survive Them, 97 Kudos (Secret Trio)

3. Two Fake Feds Come up the Laneway the other dayyyyyy, 56 Kudos (Letterkenny/Supernatural)

4. Brother's Keeper, 40 Kudos (Halloween, DBD)

5. Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon, 37 Kudos (Sonic)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

I'll be real here, I still enjoy most of the work I did for both Beach House Bummer, and Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon. I just wish I got more love for the latter bc I might be inspired to finish it lmao.

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! I love the long rambly comments I get on Schrodinger's because I can feel those people are giving me the same passion I put into my work-- Though most of the time I get the generic "post more" or "update plz" which I dunno I'm grateful for the interaction. Still, I don't really want to repeat like "I'm trying my best, dude." about 12 times a day.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I'll be real I only have two completed fics rn-- but I can tell you I had this one fic that I wrote when I was fourteen where the ninja turtles had to burn down a lab full of half-born mutant embryos, and like I remember writing that and then going to middle school the next day like "They don't know I'm a literary genius."

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Probably the Letterkenny/Supernatural crossover-- I feel very strongly about SPN and how people take it way too seriously, so when I found out it was filmed in Canada. It used famous Canadian actors from the show Letterkenny, it felt way too good to pass up. I do hope to write in that space again when I'm feeling less depresso-espresso.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. It's probably a big reason why you'll never see the tmnt fics for a while. I also used to write a lot of OC stories, and this was back in 2014 so like those were def hit the hardest. I'm glad to say it's like... subsided for the most part. I don't get hate as much as I just get really confusing and creepy comments, which don't hurt my rejection-sensitive-ass as much.

10. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hahahaha, no.

I am kind of bad at writing it, and I don't really like writing it. Which yeah that makes sense. My friends sometimes when they find out I write fanfic as a joke they'll send me some of the worst examples smut they can find and to test my talent I'll try to rewrite it to make it some kind of titillating-- but alas it just isn't my forte. The cons of being an asexual I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Uh, yes and no? I think I had one of my older fics stolen, retranslated, and then retranslated again to English? That was so long ago tho.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'd love to give it a shot sometime.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, it's sonadow. I know it's cringe but I'm free, dammit. Outside of that I guess my favorite dynamic is jock/nerd, which you've probably gleaned from my resume here fhsdkjf.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've been working on Teen Years and How to Survive them since I was 16, I only started making headway on it when I was 19-- so I feel like that speaks for itself hskjhg.

15. What are your writing strengths?

It's been told to me that I'm very funny and I write convincing dialog that captures a character's voice. Which is extremely flattering despite the fact that I feel like I'm tricking you all.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably scenery and landscape, if I'm honest. I also accidentally keep creating scenes just for the dialog instead of action or environment.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think as long as I can guess what they're saying from context clues, and the writer is courteous enough to include body language and the like, then it's mostly harmless. I love including a bunch of references in fic whether it's cultural, historical, or just like a quote from a movie or something so I have a bunch of tabs open regardless it wouldn't be too inconvenient for me to fire up google translate or something.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Schrodinger's Adolescent, it really opened up a lot of doors for me in the DP fandom and I got to meet a lot of cool people because of it. It really cheered me up from a dark place. And despite me writing it initially out of anger and spite its grown into this soft thing that really means a lot to me.

20. What fic are you most proud of?

Honestly, I can't pick. I'm both embarrassed by them all and yet glad they bring people some form of comfort.

Uhhhh who to tag-- I don't really know

@ten0rreaper is the only one I can think of-- whoever else I guess can have at it. I'm not very good at these things lmao.

#tag game #txt

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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JUST IN TIME FOR SAME DAY TWO FICS I PROMISED. @pazumi-au

You waltz back into the living room as Kirishima yells into the head set. Little do you know why he has it on in the first place.

At first it was to get teammates together to win a better game but it quickly turned into the purpose of drowning out your moans.

He yells again, telling his teammate that he can take the flag there until you plop onto his lap. Straddling him as your hands go beneath his loose muscle tee. Hips grinding slightly to entice him as you would Bakugou. You feel him twitch beneath you while heating the all too familiar sound of a console powering down.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You gaze into his ruby gaze as your eyes scream lust, hands fondling muscles that move to readjust your body. You don't know how long he's dreamed of this exact situation.

Of you interrupting a game session or finishing a game session with him just to ride his cock all night.

But he was always too much a gentleman to ask if you were interested. Especially after he saw you smiling at your phone so often.

Funny how he hesitates even now and you present yourself to him. He searches your eyes for something more but all he sees is white hot lust.

You stare deeply into his eyes, noticing the slight differences in their eye colors. Glistening softness vs glowering burning intensity.

"Y...y/n?" He asks with a slight blush, although you're more than sure it's not from embarrassment as you feel him harden beneath you. Another twitch has you kissing him before you can change your mind. Tongue rolling over tongue as you grind a bit more on him.

His hands roll up your sides, peeling off your shirt to reveal a nice pair of tits. He salivates as you shove them in his face, reaching for your phone. You snap a picture of Kirishima's sharp teeth biting gently into your collar bone as he all but worships you.

You send the photo to Bakugou quickly tossing your phone to the side.

Another harder bite on your collar bone has you moaning.

"Bakugoooo." Instantly the man beneath you freezes as hot embarrassment flushes your body.

"Y/N?" Kirishima pushes you back slightly to see your face. Hard on dying from both the hurt in his chest and the the hurt in your face, "Is Bakugou the hero who's 'just a friend'?"

The question has you burst into tears, sobbing as you press your face into the cool skin of his neck. Breathing in his comforting scent of sandalwood cologne and soft natural musk.

His arms fly around you tightly. Gladly falling back into the best friend category especially so since this is the first time he's seen you cry.

And you've lived with him for three and a half years.

You both were broke as hell desperately needing a roommate in order to survive in this part of the city.

You a photographer and painter and he a start up hero.

You both made more than enough to have your own apartment within the first six months but somehow the two of you just kept renewing the lease. More than happy to "save" for a house.

So to hold the strongest woman he knew as she sobbed was an honor.

Even if it meant only being the shoulder to cry on.

"I..I'm so stupid Eiji. So fucking dumb. I..." Another sob as you try to collect yourself, "I really fucking like him and then I go and use you to spite him. I'm sorry Eji I'm sorry I'm such a slut. I'm sorry."

Is all you can say as you clutch onto his shirt as if you had been lost and he was the first to find you.

The first to be salvation.

"Hey..." He soothes pushing his own hurt pride down, "It's okay. Just don't do it again. I know you're sad...."

"I'm sorry...." You say again wiping away the tears as you borderline hyperventilate.

"Here." Kirishima says pulling his shirt from his toned form to shield you from non existant prying eyes, "You wanna catch up on some anime? Eat some iiiicccceeeecreeeaam?"

You nod shyly as he lifts you onto the couch, wrapping you in the faux fur blanket you insisted should be in the living room before he heads to his room for another shirt. He comes back just as quickly to see you staring down at your phone with sniffles, he turns on his heel to pop into your room, careful to avoid anything on the floor or night stand.

He grabs your favorite giant plush and returns.

Little does he know it's one Bakugou won for you. But your face doesn't become crestfallen when he tucks it in your arms.

More tears prick your eyes as his actions remind you of Bakugou's normal after care. The rare time where his wall his down and he speaks so softly.

And just for you. Your heart squeezes in your chest as you think of the moments you fell in love with him.

"I'll be right back. Kay?" Kirishima says before slipping out the door.

Not ten minutes later he finds you in the same spot, although you do have the anime series you two were watching pulled up. Your crying had slowed but not by much as you stare down at what must be a dry phone.

He places the icecream in your hand sitting beside you. He watches you snap a picture of you holding your stuffy and the icecream to send to Bakugou before you lean into him a little like you normally would.

Kirishima is happy to be your shoulder to cry on. Silently he is rooting for you two. Especially now that he knows what must be going on. He's seen the way the two of you look at each other at parties.

More than lust lies in both yours and his scarlet eyes.

Kirishima pulls you closer to place a soft kiss on your hair line before the two of you settle in for a long night of anime.

You wake to the sound of banging on the door. You breathe in deeply as Kirishima startles beneath you. Having fallen asleep in what has to be the most uncomfortable position you've ever seen.

"Sorry. I'll get it." You say softly as you stand, stretching as you assume it's your neighbor two doors down looking for her lost kitten. Again.

"Sorry I haven't seen your kitten." You say opening the door without looking, instantly regretting not only your choice of words but your outfit. Scarlet eyes stare you down as he pushes past you into you into the apartment.

He cannot tell if you are being a brat or not.

He cannot tell if you slept with his best friend or not especially with the two conflicting pictures you sent.

"Oh uhh Hey Bakugou!" Kirishima scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Scarlet eyes notices his outfit. A brick red shirt and jeans.

No one puts jeans back on after they fuck, at least not in their own house. Still Bakugou keeps his hands deep in his black dress pants, still clad in a collared shirt, loosened tie and black vest from his early morning debriefing.

He would have been at apartment 3C earlier if it hadn't been for that stupid fucking meeting.

"You might want to leave." He keeps his voice even yet still his normal gruff as he speaks to Kirishima. The red head nods in agreement before looking to you.

Poor exhausted cried out you. He swallows thickly and whispers to you as he leaves out the door.

"Tell him and text me if you need me." With that Kirishima closes the door to leave you sealed inside with a deadly tiger.

"Care to explain, kitten?" He lets his eyes rove over the semi messy apartment, a pizza box and empty icecream containers litter the coffee table, the stuff animal he won, or more so threatened the game worker at the fair sits on the couch slightly tucked into the blanket.

"Or is it as you said and you are not my kitten anymore?"

Shit. He took your words seriously when they were intended for someone else entirely. If you told him the truth would he believe you.

"I'm still your kitten, sama." You say softly, avoiding eye contact. Still exhausted from the night before.

"Yea?" He asks coming closer, bending down to catch your eyes, hands still in his pockets to keep from popping, "Then prove it."

You rack your brain of all of his favorite lewd things you do for him and think of only one thing that has him admit you're in control. You sink to your knees, hands going to unbuckle his pants when a calloused hand seizes your throat. Choking you as he lifts you back up to your feet. Furry clouds his eyes as he looms over you.

"This is not what *my* kitten would do." He snarls, "*My* kitten would defy me until I pushed her to her knees. My kitten is disobedient. She shows her claws and bears her teeth when she's mad."

"And she's always fucking mad." He snaps letting you go to sit on the couch. He waits for you to follow and when you do not he slaps his knee hard.

You gulp as you wonder if this is the other half of your punishment.

You crawl over his lap for him to growl over your shorts. The ones that drive him mad even when he's pissed. Like now you feel him growing hard especially after he massages your ass to warm it up. He waits for any sort of protest before he comes down with a hard slap. You whince as he waits, eyes falling to your head, when you nod yes to go on he proceeds to spank you over and over again. Massaging and moving to other parts of the ass but relentlessly attacking.

"This is for wearing these around Eijirou." Another slap before a cool rub down, "This is for making me think you fucked him."

As his hand rubs over your ass and down between your thighs he speaks again.

"Are you going to tell me why you were eating icecream and snuggling with King explosion murder?" He asks referring to your fluffy angry looking bear. You're still unable to answer earning another spank, you cry out but he continues.

"You only eat icecream when you're sad." More silence and another hit this time increased intensity with aid of his quirk.

"P..please please sir. I'm..." You swallow a bit of your pride as he brings another blasting palm to your ass, "I'm starting to hurt."

"Ah so you do know how to use your words." He rubs his fingers against your dampening shorts and you buck for better access. He slaps your ass again, "Kitten gets spanked until she tells me what's really got her acting out."

One, two, three more slaps before tears are welling in your eyes. Still he looks to your head for a nod of approval when it doesn't come he decides he will do a final slap before trying a different approach.

This slap sends you over the edge as you think and think and God damn think.

"I like you. Like really like *like* you and I wanted you to be my fucking valentine!" You yell out, tears slipping down cheeks. You're righted quickly, he has you straddling him as he looks up at you.

His eyes are the same as they are during after care. Kind, soft, worried and only ever for you. Your heart pounds faster in your chest as he pushes some hair out of the way.

"Y/N....my kitten why didn't you tell me?" His voice is laced with hurt as he searches your eyes.

"Because I told you no feelings and then I go and fuck it all up!" He squeezes your ribs before his hand wipes away more tears. He gives you a soft smile that slowly turns into a deadly smirk.

"I guess I fucked up too huh?" He kisses you tenderly before putting in all of his burning passion onto your lips. Tongue fighting yours as you start to grind into his hips. He breaks the kiss hands falling to your hips placing the ball in your court.

"You like like me?" You ask, hands crumpling his nice dress shirt.

"No." He says slyly, kissing your forehead, "I love you."

You blink, heart bursting in your chest as you stare down the most emotionally unavailable man you knew. Or at least thought he was emotionally unavailable.

"Have been. For months." He admits, now it is your turn to kiss him, one hand working to free his member while his hands move aside the shorts.

"Are you sure?"

"Always Sama. Please." You say desperately before he aligns himself to plunge into you. You gasp, holding his eyes as this is the first time you've faced him.

All the other times you had asked to be bent over or blind folded.

He slowly thrusts into you before you ride him out, wanting to give him pleasure for once. He squeezes your hips as you're in charge praising your work and movements as you begin to chase your own high.

"Fuuuuck. You're riding me so well." He says coming up to bite on your collar bones, sucking hard enough to leave small bruises. You feel him twitch in your as he gets closer causing the tightness in your stomach to double.

You were going to make him come all your own. You hump harder as your clit rubs against his boxers just right causing your moans to come out shuddering.

"I..I'm close." You gasp out, core grasping onto his hard memeber for all that it's worth.

"Cum for me kitten." He breaths and he thrusts into you, holding your eyes causing you to come wholly undone. Emotionally physically and as cliche as it sounded spiritually as you watched face contort in sinful pleasure as he fucked deeply into you, hand pressing your forehead harshly to his as he filled you to the brim.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, his grip letting up as your tightens on him. You get up off of him but do not leave his lap. He stares up at you with even newer eyes, your body shudders on it's own from his duality you so desperately needed.

"Be my valentine kitten?" He asks softly supporting you even though you are on top. You smile down at him before your inner brat takes over, stealing a feverish kiss before adding.

"I thought a King never asks."

@lady-bakuhoe here is the kirishima part 😊

#bnha angst #bnha fluff #kitten valnetines day event!#bnha x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bnha smut #bnha kacchan #bnha fic #bnha fanfiction #bnha asks

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jenojaemssss · 3 years

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works in progress

a collection of my thoughts and prompts/quotes from some of the pieces i am currently working on because i have rushes of energy at 3 am and then leave the drafts there for weeks before finishing them.

☼ there are a lot, ik, but this isn't even half of it. i do not like schedules, so the ones w/ "est" are FOR SURE and are in the finishing processes, while the ones labelled "tbd" will be dropped at 6 am on a random wednesday :)

(☁︎ = drabble, ✏︎ = fic)

↳ lee jeno

⇢ ✏︎ [bungou!] (bungou stray dogs!au) (honestly idek)

"dream team my ass. more like the cream team because of how fucking horny you two are for each other." "he doesn't even remember my name? what do you mean?" (god i love bsd so fucking much it's literally insane.)

↳ jung jaehyun

⇢ ✏︎ [periodic] (tbd)

"did-did you just say that the atomic mass of helium is-is...0?" "yeah, isn't it lighter than oxygen?" "HOW DO YOU CALL YOURSELF A BIOCHEM MAJOR?" (okay there's a reason why this is nerdy, bare with me)

↳ xiao dejun

⇢ ☁︎ [flood] (est. mid may, 2021)

"i'm on my way to pick up a friend, but as you can see, we are both knee deep in water and it's starting to hurt when i walk so i'm just gonna use you as a cane yeah?" (kinda based on that one pre-debut vid of him hehe)

↳ na jaemin

⇢ ✏︎ [don't need it] (est. late may??)

"did you know about this?" a nod. "and jisung?" another nod. that day, you didn't lose just your boyfriend, but away went 3 of your best friends.

↳ lee donghyuck

⇢ ✏︎ [not in the stars] (tbd)

"why are you making this so hard on us, hyuck?" "because if i give you an explanation, you'll leave! you're just gonna leave." it comes out as a whisper. "just like everyone else." (pain)

⇢ ✏︎ [dear no one] (tbd)

"why do you keep being such a dick?" you storm off angrily, but donghyuck only smiles at the letter falling out of your bag. day 7, complete. (there are 4 sentences in this fic rn spare me)

↳ huang renjun

⇢ ☁︎ [????] (est. early may?)

"i never thought i'd see you again." renjun closes his eyes and holds you tighter, the tears flowing freely now. your sniffles slowly soak his shirt, but he doesn’t care. you quietly whisper, "please don’t let this be a dream." (literally made myself cry and for what?)

⇢ ✏︎ [oh, btw, i'm an alien] (tbd)

"you're a weirdo, you know." a pause. "and a piece of shit." "yeah, well at least i don't believe that we're all fucking aliens! like, wtf renjun?" "did you just say double-u tee eff, and not just 'what the fuck?'" (no words.)

↳ zhong chenle

⇢ [what am i, a dogsitter?]

“he’s not my boyfriend anymore, so no, renjun, i don’t really care” “y/n, he’s so sad he hasn’t even fed daegal and-” “get out of my fucking way.” “are you going to talk to him?” “no, i’m going to feed daegal, my poor baby!”

↳ park jisung

⇢ ☁︎ [just a game] (tbd, mid-may?)

"yeah? you think you can beat me at super smash bros?" "i'll not only beat you, i'll demolish your ass." "i'd like to see you try, park." (competitive jisung is so adorable like how he puffs his cheeks UGH)

reminder, these are MY ideas and if you ever feel inspired by a prompt, PLEASE send an ask/message me and i will give you details if you'd like to use it! thanks for understanding!

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

Suggested prompt: Ari is sent on a new mission with the reader... They have history together.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Genre: angst-ish

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Suggested by: @writerwithfluffysocks @ari-levinson

Ari Levinson: @capsiclesdoll

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Warnings: language, shooting, mentions of wounds

A/N: here it goes my first Ari Levinson x reader fic, hope you enjoy darlings <3.

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"Miss Y/l/n!" Little tugs on my hand made me turn around redirecting my attention to the little girl besides me who seemed to be craving it.

"What's it, Shira?" I questioned, bending the knee to be eye to eye with the kid.

"That man." She pointed at the opposite side of the room, where the open door communicated the class with the outside. "He says he wants to talk with you."

I spun my head to meet Ethan's eyes. "Shit." He gave me a smile, leaning against the wooden door frame. "Thank you, Shira." I flashed a smile at the kid and stood up.

"Y/n" he motioned at the kids, currently playing. "I see you didn't waste your time."

"why are you here, Ethan?"

His eyes shifted to mine. "Your vacations are over. You have a mission."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes were fixed on the view I had through my window the whole drive in that shitty pickup truck.

When Ethan wouldn't give away the name of my partner, I suspected something was off, so I couldn't say that I had been entirely surprised to see Ari's face in the airport.

"Didn't know he'd send you." Ari attempted to break the ice, although it wasn't an easy task.

"I didn't know you were the partner." We stayed in a new kind of silence that turned out to be way more uncomfortable than the first one. "Where's Sammy?"

He cleared his throat. "He left." his statement made me look at him for the first time since we left the airport. "Apparently, I'm fucking reckless, an asshole, and never have a plan."

"He ain't lying." I commented, leaning against the backrest. "Oh c'mon!" I exclaimed, acknowledging the anger in his eyes when he spared me a glare. "Y'know it's true, that's why you're mad."

He let out a humorless laugh, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. "Fuck y'know me so well, don't you?" Sarcasm dripped from his tongue as if it was poison.

I rolled my eyes, aware that starting a fight wouldn't help us at all. "Where are we staying?"

"Why?"

"Ethan mentioned you'd been compromised."

"A friend got us a room." he informed me, taking a turn to the left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We arrived at the hotel room, and not many words were exchanged during the daytime, but when the sun fell, we had no option but to talk, since we had to discuss the plan he had.

Or more likely, the plan that he didn't have.

"No" I shook my head no, sat on the crappy hotel bed. "That's not a solid plan. That's not even a fucking plan."

"What the hell do you mean?" he questioned, offended. "it worked 'til now." a tilt of his head accompanied his statement. "I'd say it's a good plan."

I buried my face on my palms, bending forward. "Okay, first off," I looked up at him again. "If it had worked til now, I'm sure Sammy wouldn't have left, and wouldn't be here. And second" he slightly shifted his posture, letting himself rest against the wall. "I'd say it's a shitty strategy, but got lucky."

"I don't see the problem." he replied, shrugging.

"yeah well I do." he clenched his jaw and I let out a exasperated sigh. "Ari, you've been compromised thanks to your 'plan', and you don't wanna change it."

"It's not the first time this happens, and-"

"Yeah, that's the fuckin' problem!" I raised my voice, hopping off the bed. "you keep doing this, and it always ends with your life on the line" he attempted to interrupt me but I kept throwing my tantrum. "and you drag everyone with you!"

He pushed himself off the wall, a frown formed in his face. "is this 'cause of Tangier? Because that one ain't on me, it's on you. You got in the way when Rachel warned not to."

"First of all, what the fuck?" my voice was now low, shocked that he pulled that card after what had happened in that city, not just the great disaster that his plan turned out to be, but also what we had had there. "it doesn't matter. Tangier, Khartoum, or any other mission, it's always the same, and I'm not willing to die for you." Not anymore, I thought. "so right fucking now, tell me we're changing that fuckin' shit to an actual plan."

He knew I was right, but he wouldn't say it. "it's late," he grunted, unbuttoning his shirt without sparing me a single look. "let's just go to sleep."

Exhaling, I grabbed a tank top and shorts from my bag and started to change my clothes.

Once I was done, I climbed on the bed and lay down, ready to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I huffed, running my hands over my face.

Sleeping had become an impossible task, because damn, it was fucking hot in that tiny room, and I was sweating.

I sat on the bed, careful not to wake Ari, who seemed to have accomplished the goal that I had been chasing for at least a couple of hours.

I got rid of the shorts and, right after having pulled my tank top over my head, I felt a shift on the mattress before Ari's digits ghosted over the scar on my back. "this should've been on my chest."

The scar left there by an asshole's gun who had been aiming at Ari; the scar that worked as a reminder of what had exactly triggered the disaster in Tangier.

"I'm sorry." his thumb traced the line that remained there after Sammy's improvised sewing. "Don't know why the fuck I said that. You're right, I always drag people down with me." his fingers lingered on my skin just for a moment before he retreated his hand.

I breathed out. "it was the heat of the moment." When he didn't say anything, I turned around. "you okay?"

He gave me a lazy nod, his eyes lost somewhere in his darkest memories. "I really am a fucking asshole, and I never learn."

"You're kind of an ass." I agreed as he closed his eyes. "and you never learn, but you get shit done better than anyone. And" I poked his chest, making him open one eye. "you got a great heart, so don't torture yourself that much 'kay?"

He opened his eyes again, this time with a half smile. "I missed you, Y/n."

I mirrored his expression and held back the 'I missed you too' that I so badly wanted to say. "Alright, Levinson."

His smile grew wider, and the ghosts that had been chasing his blue eyes transformed into the happiness that used to show up in his pupils whenever I smiled. The only difference was that now, that happiness was stained with regret and melancholy. "Sometimes I wonder how it would have been if I hadn't fucked up." his eyes got lost again. "Wish things were different."

I pursed my lips, stopping myself from saying that I did too often wondered about what we could have been if things hadn't gotten in the way.

That I wondered if we would have been happy together.

I let myself fall besides him. "alright, go to sleep, 'cause tomorrow we gotta sort a shit ton of stuff out."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Everyone move to the back, now!" I shouted, helping the people we were helping to climb to the truck. "c'mon c'mon c'mon!"

I heard shotguns closer and closer, and when I turned around, I saw Ari sprinting towards us with a girl in his arms.

"fuckin' shit." I muttered, jogging to him to lend a hand. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck." I cursed, seeing the Jeep driving in our direction.

I pulled out my gun and started to shoot. "Get inside!" Ari shouted, almost throwing the girl into the truck before tugging wrapping his hands around my waist, sweeping me off my feet and pushing me to the front of the truck at the same time as he shielded me, just in case the bullets reached us. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

I jumped inside and tugged him with me, starting the engine while he was sitting up properly. "Get us the hell out of here!"

We took off, following the route that we had carefully traced five days ago; a route perfect for us to lose the Jeep that was right behind us.

It took us around half an hour, but it worked.

Ari stopped the truck once we were safe and, as I let myself fall against the backrest, he rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

"we did it." I spoke, a little surprised.

"we did it." he repeated pulling himself up to mimic my posture.

His eyes were trained on mines and vice-versa.

Our breathing was heavy and ragged as we both dug our eyes into one another's with a feeling that wasn't easy to fight in this conditions; a feeling that I thought had been long forgotten.

His gaze flickered to my lips for a second and, when I subconsciously licked them, he gulped "I need air." he grunted, kicking the door open before climbing off the truck.

I didn't think twice before jumping off the truck and stalking to were he was now standing.

Before he could say a word, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss which, as soon as he reciprocated it, became rough and needy.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me as close as possible as we desperately devoured each other's lips as if they were water in the dessert; as if they were the air we breathed.

I pulled apart only when it was completely necessary for us to breath. "I missed you too." I whispered, letting him kiss my lips once more. "and I wish things were different."

"let's make things different." he replied, stealing one more kiss without letting go of me. "please, Y/n, let's make things different" he rested his forehead against mine, heavily breathing. " 'cause life's hell without you."

I nodded, kissing his lips, this time tenderly. "let's do it." his hands went up and down my sides at the same time as mines help in place the strands of his hair that tingled my face. "but let's finish this job first."

He nodded, a beautiful smile making tugging the corners of his lips at the promise of an 'us'.

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me-and-my-gaster · 4 years

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I don't know jack shit about homestuck but here you go! 3, 27 and 74! (I hope the questions apply to you) Oh and also 40 because I like when you ramble about ships even if I don't know those ships! ^3^

The 100 Homestuck Asks!

3 - How many times have you read HS?

It’s hard to count, I guess? I started reading it once and had to stop after the Cascade (about halfway). Then I re-read the first half to ‘get it’ when I read about the Alpha Kid’s session and finished the whole thing. Then I often worked with a YT queue of ‘Let’s Read Homestuck’ playing in the background. And I also often jump in and read a page or a hundred when my friend who is currently reading the whole thing for the first time reminds me of something awesome. So... Personally, fully, with my own two eyes with no breaks (that was a mighty binge, I tell you)? Once. Overall... hard to tell.

27 - Favorite carapacian?

I’d say The Mayor, because everybody loves the Mayor and the Mayor deserves all the love. I do also have a weakness for the Windswept Questant (White Queen) because her design is very pretty.

74 - Earth C headcanons?

Everybody lived happily ever after, the end. Also, this was only the first planet they inhabited, later on, they traveled further to explore their new Universe. Good shit, good adventures, good fun.

40 - BROTP?

Ho boy. You like me ranting about ships and you picked one of the topics I can rant about A LOT.

Dave & Rose - they behave like siblings, squabble, talk shit, whine about each other, but despite that, both are ready to maul a bitch for the other AND die to keep the other one alive. 11/10.

Dirk & Roxy - they gave each other a hard time but boy if I don’t love how deep their pride and respect goes when it comes to one another. Especially since they grew up in similar circumstances and GET each other in ways that nobody else could. Good sibs again. Kick ass, chew gum, and have unhealthy coping mechanisms together.

Meowrails - at first I thought Equius was too overbearing towards Nepeta and that he was trying to keep her on ‘a leash’. But then I reminded myself that he kept her safe from the goddamn revenge spiral Vriska started and if Nepeta really wanted to do something, she would. I like the difference in height and personality between them. Nepeta being a very small, active, extroverted, and open one is a good balance for Equius’ big body and proper, stiff, and formal behavior. There are also those little things you notice like Nepeta having a blue tail, which meant Equius used his skills to help her with the Lioness life. Like how they’re usually shown together. Like how Equius trying to protect her while simultaneously knowing he’s too weak to keep her safe by his side, so he sends her away. Like how Nepeta was following him anyway and was ready to maul a mad clown because her moirail was hurt. All of it. I just really like them and I’m glad most of the fic writers always keep them together.

Dave & Dirk - jesus wept, that one long-ass talk between them at the very end of the story hit me so hard. Both of them talking about Bro, about Alpha Dave about how they grew up and what are their expectations of each other. This was one of the best convos in the whole thing for me. I wish I could see more of them, cause there’s so much good shit that can happen. Every fic with Dave and Dirk being good brothers in any older/younger configuration is A+ content for me.

John & Karkat - I know JohnKat is a very fun and nice ship and I don’t blame anybody for preferring those two as a romantic couple but... there’s something for me with them being close friends (or moirails, please gods, yes). They really had a very good relationship in the story, one that had a lot of buildup and growth. One of my favorite convos comes from their interactions. (hi karkat!) They are both leaders of their respective groups, self-proclaimed or not and they did work together (with a lot of help from Jade, that is) to figure out how to save everybody’s asses. They also seem to balance each other out, or at least John is a good balance for Karkat’s unending anger rants. Karkat is also a lot smarter than John and isn’t afraid to point out the other’s dumbassery, so there’s that. What also appeals to me in the idea of them being moirails is how it could be a lovely way to work through John “I Am Not A Homosexual” Egbert’s internalized masculinity stereotypes.

Now, let’s delve deep into the BROTPs that didn’t have much material in the comic.

Sollux & Dave - I didn’t give this pair any thought until I’ve read a few good fics with them being in a pale quadrant, and let me tell you... this shit’s good. Those two are assholes on the outside and would probably be the duo that annoys the everloving shit out of everybody in the close vicinity just with their banter. And I just think they’re neat.

Davesprite & Hal - those two would have hit it off immediately, even if only for being the fifth wheel in their respective “kids set”. Both seem more bitter than their ‘alpha’ counterparts. Both also seem more mature, due to being a bit older/wiser but also a little bit more broken. Both also got mighty forgotten by everybody which, not gonna lie, hurts me a lot. I have a lot of feelings about Davesprite and how much he went through and I also have a lot of feelings about Hal, who’s both a human stuck in the shades and an AI at the same time. I just wish to see the two interact and be bros they really need. They should be happy, dammit!

Roxy & Eridan - the scarf and sniper rifle duo! Ok, I love both of them because they are my comfort characters for various reasons and their stories hit home very hard, so I am mighty biased. But... They both have issues that seem to be polar opposites for the most parts and I really dig the idea of them moirailing the shit out of each other. Roxy being a very open person who is first to make friends would have no issues with befriending Eridan “Water Asshole” Ampora any time of the day. And I think he needs somebody who would listen to him properly and attack him with too much love at any waking moment but also somebody he would have to be actually responsible for. Also, like I said, both are snipers who also use another extra specibi, so I think they would make a lovely power BROTP.

Also, I do love the idea of Eridan painting Roxy’s nails because she never could get it right herself because she was either drunk or running with pumpkins and the polish looked shitty immediately after she applied it.

Ok, that’s about it when it comes to the BROTPs from the top of my head. Thank you for your ask!

#mamg answers #homestuck #100 homestuck asks #should i tag all the brotps?#nah #Anonymous

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