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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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MY ONLY VICE — ༉‧₊˚.

‎ft. roommate matsukawa !

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. cigarette smoking, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, semi-public sex — wc : 2.2k

‎꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after pining and longing for your roommate, things take a turn in the right direction when he decides there’s something more satisfying than his usual vice

‎꒰ NOTES ꒱ : feverishly wrote this last night...this man has me by the neck </3 tysm to echo for helping me with the summary pls ! anyway ! enjoy !!

“that’s a nasty habit.” you comment, taking in the way he wraps his lips around the cigarette, his hand slowly coming up to light it. it takes him 2 tries to get the flame to stick, the lighter barely having enough juice for what he needs. his eyes travel down to you as he inhales the smoke, a teasing glint in his eye that tells you he’s heard that same comment a thousand times already. he briefly looks up, breathing out the smoke in a dragged out fashion, the moonlight illuminating his features as he does so — the swirl of smoke melting up into the night sky.

“everybody’s got a vice.” his attention turns back to you, the cigarette sitting delicately between his fingers. he flicks off some of the ash that was threatening to fall off before a cheshire grin takes up his face as he slightly leans down towards you. “i wonder what yours is?”

you suck in a deep breath, remnants of the smoke surely invading your lungs as you take a shaky step back. he takes another drag, not letting you out of his sight as he watches you fidget. he’s known about the crush you had on him for awhile. he blows out the smoke again, the feeling lackluster compared to the way you’re drawing him in now.

finally bored of the cigarette, he puts it out on the side of his boot before squashing it into the pavement — careful not to break eye contact.

“i have a few ideas of what it could be.” he goes on, slightly tilting his head to the side, the easy grin on his face ever unwavering. “we’ve only been roommates for a few months but i already know what keeps you up at night.”

your heart drops into your stomach, almost positive on where this conversation was going.

“my vice has always been soothing my oral fixation, but yours?” he stops in front of you, towering over you and gazing at you with a glint in his eye. “something tells me you have a different issue that needs soothing. one you cant do all by yourself no matter how hard you try.”

your mouth is dry, struggling to come up with any words to defend yourself. you were positive he heard you the other night. when you thought he’d be fast asleep, you had been so frustrated lately you needed to take matters into your own hands. but he was right, you couldn’t do it by yourself.

“i-“ you squeak out, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire. the attention you desperately have been craving from him is now suddenly in your grasp and you hardly know what to do with it.

“you?” he pushes, before lightly hooking his fingers under your chin, tilting your attention so it’s fully onto him. “are just so cute.”

he leans down so he’s fully in your space, his lips almost brushing against yours. one little nudge and you’d be kissing him. but he waits.

“maybe we can help each other out.” the words blow over your lips, making your head dizzy. “you help me with my vice and i’ll help you with yours.”

“im not kissing you.” you whisper breathlessly, your tone betraying the words you spoke. you can feel his little chuckle radiate off of him. “you just smoked.”

matsukawa shrugs, starting to straighten up before you hook your hands into the collar of his jacket, pulling him in close to finally crash your lips against his.

he can’t help but groan into the kiss, you’re just as sweet as he imagined. his arms quickly find themselves around you, his hands pushing and pulling against you. adamant on exploring every inch of you he can.

it’s dizzying — your mind can hardly keep up with the way your body is reacting. before you even realize it, your tongue is gliding over his bottom lip, eager to finally slip into his mouth.

it’s hard to say how long the kiss goes on, absolutely drunk on the feeling of his lips gliding perfectly against yours. you moan into his mouth, tightly gripping onto his bicep, desperate for him to be closer.

he abruptly pulls apart from you, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. his lips were swollen and red and you couldn’t help but touch them, running your finger along it with some sense of pride. you had managed to reduce him into a disheveled mess with just a simple kiss.

he quickly grabs onto your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers before one last peck to your lips. without a word, he falls to his knees, looking up at you, his eyes quietly begging for something his mouth was too stubborn to say.

“what are you doing?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath. you look around, reminding yourself that you’re out on the balcony — some what in the public eye.

“fixing my fixation.” his hands leisurely trail up on the back of your legs, causing your knees to buckle slightly. you quickly grasp onto the railing to steady yourself. “if you’ll let me, of course.”

“please.” you breathe out, silently thanking your past self for deciding to wear a dress today. he smirks, his hands continuing their trek along your skin until you feel his palms rest on your backside, giving a slight squeeze. you gasp out from the cool touch of his rings before he hooks his fingers under your panties, slowly slipping them off.

“so pretty.” he murmurs, bunching up the skirt of your dress so he could get himself in a better position. his breath ghosts along your inner thighs and you feel another wave of arousal take over you, your hands tightly winding against the balcony.

matsukawa places a tentative lick along your folds before diving into your cunt, groaning as he quickly becomes obsessed with the way you taste. languidly swirling his tongue around as he falls deeper into you. you let a cry out into the night before covering your mouth, trying to reel in all the noises that threatened to escape. he pulls back, eyes shining up at you.

“this is only going to work if you hold onto me.” he says, taking your hands from your mouth and placing them on his head. you weave your fingers through his curls as he dives back into your awaiting cunt.

he’s ruthless, not giving you any chance to be discreet. it was like he was on a mission to make you scream his name into the night, ensuring all your neighbors knew exactly who was making you feel this good. every nerve in your body was set ablaze by the intricate flicks of his tongue.

one harsh suck against your clit had you moaning out his name, pulling onto his curls to get him deeper. the sudden sensation has him groaning into your cunt, sending vibrations up along your spine and almost completely short circuiting your brain.

you were getting close, and he could tell by the way your moans became breathy cries and how your thighs began to clench around him. but he was determined to have you fall apart by just his mouth, diving his tongue into your entrance, ensuring his nose strategically bumped against your clit.

without any warning, you feel your whole body tighten up before releasing. between the iron grip you had on his hair and the way your thighs wrapped around him, he swore he could die happy right here. hearing you shout out his name as he lapped at your dripping cunt made the jeans he was wearing uncomfortably tighter — his hard cock twitching for attention.

“shit-“ you whimper as he mouth breaks away. the bottom of his face is covered in your slick. matsukawa yanks down your dress before standing back up, pulling you in by the back of your head for another deep kiss.

you sigh into it, feeling blissed out from your latest high. but matsukawa has never felt so focused, so determined. he starts guiding you back inside without breaking apart, leading you to his bedroom. after stumbling around and giggling into each others mouths, you finally make it there.

“get on the bed.” he rasps out, and you realize you’ve never heard his voice like that — so deep and filled with desire. you quickly bound over, laying back on the bed and scooting up, resting back on your forearms. he unbuckles his belt, taking it off and sliding it off to the side before shimming out of his jeans.

you only have a brief moment to look down before he’s crawling over you. but you can feel it — his hard cock twitching against your thigh, begging for some sort of attention. and he’s huge.

“mattsun-“ you start before he silences you with a kiss, one that reassures you and soothes all the little worries that start to plague your mind.

“call me issei.” he whispers against your lips, pulling back slightly so he could get a better look at your face. his cock jumped as he took in your features, mystified by how you’re sprawled out under him, looking up with wide, doe eyes and nodding along to every word he’s saying. “gonna have to stretch you out a bit more, okay?”

“okay.” you run your hand through his hair, pulling slightly so his lips are back on yours. issei’s kisses leave you breathless yet absolutely intoxicated by the lack of air. you sigh into the kiss; after months of pining after him, you were finally right where you wanted to be.

his finger lightly touches your folds before he slips it in, slowly pumping it. you clench at the intrusion, pulling from his soft, swollen lips and gasping out into his room. the feeling from his finger alone already felt infinite times better than your own.

he quickly adds another finger, your walls practically sucking him in. he starts to do a scissoring motion, stretching you out so you could fully take him. he brushes past a spot deep inside you that has you rolling your eyes back with a strangled moan.

“yeah? right there?” he smirks, teasing you as he looks into your eyes. all you can do is whimper as he keeps thrusting his fingers in. “that the spot?”

“‘sei.” you call out, starting to ride his fingers as you feel your second high start to creep up on you. “please.”

“please what?” he asks, watching you with dark eyes as you squirm under him. he slips in a third finger when you don’t answer right away, eliciting another moan from between your lips.

“please fuck me already.” you reach down and wrap your fingers around his wrist, slowing down his movements. there’s a beat where you look at each other, both understanding that there’s no going back from what you were about to do. but neither of you minded, it’s not like you were the closest of friends anyway.

you quickly rip off your dress over your head and unlatch your bra. issei’s eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest but before he can do anything to appreciate it, you’re trying to tug off his shirt so he’s left in just his boxers.

he gets the hint, pulling it off of his head before pinning you back down, reclaiming some control of the situation. he eases his boxers off and tosses them to the side, grabbing a hold of his weeping cock.

but he feels your hand quickly find his, smearing his pre-cum along his tip to try and speed up the process. between your eagerness and the way you started to expertly pump his cock, he knew he couldn’t waste anymore time. he needed to be inside of you.

“ready?” he whispers in your ear, giving it a small peck as he slides his tip against your slick folds.

“please—“ you hiccup. “no more teasing. no more waiting.”

he nods, slowly pushing in. he gasps out at the feeling of your warm, wet walls enveloping his cock in a vice like grip. everything felt so hot and he couldn’t help but keep pushing in.

your hands find his back, clawing at him as you feel him bottom out — feeling so full like he was lodged all the way up in your stomach.

“you okay?” his hand grips your hip, rubbing soothing circles against it as he tries to read your face. all you can do is nod earnestly, trying to rock your hips against his for friction. he watches you hump against him for a moment, drinking in the way clutch onto him. he softly smirks before starting to pull back out “didn’t know you’d be so needy.”

before you could retort, he thrusts back in — the force of it pushing you back on the bed. issei grabs your hips to hold you in place, feverishly fucking you onto his cock. he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when you cried out his name, looking like an angel sprawled out on his bed.

“you’re such a good girl — holy shit — taking my cock so well.” he groans, his lips finding yours again as he thrusts don’t falter. you whine into his mouth.

his hips stutter at how well your walls keep sucking him back in — the way you meet him thrust for thrust has his mind spiraling to the point of no return. completely lost in the way you feel, the way you sound — he knows there’s no coming back from this. he’s absolutely addicted.

his new vice, the one where he knows he’ll be craving all hours of the day until he’s finally satisfied when he gets to have you in the wee hours of the night. only for him to realize it won’t be enough — it’ll never be enough. luckily, you’re just as hooked as him.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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Big Girl (Mick Schumacher)

Mick is working on not letting his wife be the 'bad cop parent' on her own and he's doing pretty good (well, for the most part)

Note: english is not my first language. She's back with a big piece (but that will be the only one for awhile, and this is also to celebrate the end of building work in the house! I finally have a fully functioning house!), it was just such a delicous concept and something I feel a lot about so I wanted to write a big piece for it

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated even though I don't have the time that I used to have to dedicate here 🤍 and I'm not taking requests, but I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

"Rora, didn't I tell you to tidy the room before you went to bed?", you said as you couldn't help the way your shoulders slumped when you got to your daughter's room, ready to tuck her in bed when you found out the mess it was, toys and books on the floor, "Papa called me for dinner and we left it like this", she mumbled, seeing you weren't mad at her but upset that she hadn't done like you asked, "C'mon, let's tidy this up so you can have a good night of sleep, okay?", you prompted as you both took care of the situation.

You got home from work, putting your shoes away along with your coat ad you carried your bag to your home office when you heard sweet giggles coming from the living room, walking to the door to see Angie laying on the sofa in her usual spot while a Disney movie played on TV, Aurora in a fit of giggles from the tickles Mick was giving her on her tummy and under her arms, "Papa, it tickles!", she would announce every now and again before he stopped, picking her up so he could hold her on his hip when your presence was noticed, "Mama, you're back!", she yelled a bit too loudly, the headache you had unfortunately brought home even after a coffee and a painkiller not thriving with the noise, "Hello, my loves", you replied, "how was your day?", you asked before you kissed Aurora's forehead and pressed a kiss to your husband's cheek, "it was good, I played with my friends at school and I made a drawing, I'll show you, c'mon!", she urged you as her father let her feet hit the floor, her small hand grabbing yours as she guided you to her room, your husband following you two as well. To your surprise, the room was a little bit tidier than you expected, only a few toys spread around but your expression fell when you saw where she had kept the drawing she had made with paints, the coloured liquid seeping a bit through the paper and getting on the sheets of her bed, "it's beautiful, Aurora. Who are these people?", you asked, doing your best at hiding the discomfort in your head and your annoyance at how the drawing ended up there and not on the table she had for the handcrafts she enjoyed doing, "this is papa, you, because you're a bit shorter than him when you don't have your big shoes, me and Angie! It's our family", she announced and you smiled faintly, the drawing still a beautiful piece given her age and, after taking care of her sheets, you'd be keeping it safe somewhere in the house, "this is so beautiful, Rora", you said as you squeezed her to your side, your daughter higging you close too, "what do you say you and papa go have a bath now?", you said and you could see her reluctance from afar, "but why do I have to do it?", she whined, "Because it's time for you to have bath, my love, that's just how it is", you explained, "fine", she muttered as she got off the bed, her little feet trying to stomp loudly on the floor to show her point, Mick following her before he looked back for you, seeing you strip the duvet from its cover and internally cringing when he realised that, despite thinking about not leaving the drawing there, he had forgotten to day it outloud to his daughter.

After a negation at the dinner table about Aurora eating the vegetables in her plate (that you lost), you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed as you took in the accounts for the day, just wanting to lay in bed in Mick's embrace and fall asleep, wiping your mouth after you brushed your teeth and joining him in the middle of the sheets, "I know you're upset with something", he said, "And it's not the headache I know you have probably since before you got home", he hinted, making you realise you failed at hiding it, "it's just", you began as you faced him as he had his back against the headboard, "I feel like I'm the one who's the bad cop for Aurora, I'm the one telling her to eat the food on her plate, I'm the one telling her to clean up, it's like I'm pointing flaws to her that she doesn't have, my babygirl, but we can't let her keep going like this", you expressed your feelings, prompting your husband to grab your hands and lace your fingers in his, "I can do it too, although it's going to take me sometime, but I don't want it to go all on your shoulders", he said truthfully, "if we're both the ones telling her, she will come to it eventually", you reasoned as Mick nodded, "Also, why would you leave a drawing that is not dry yet on the sheets? I managed to take some of the stain off but I'm not sure I can do the rest", you chuckled, hugging his waist as you layed your head in his chest, "I can go to the laundry room when I get home after my meeting tomorrow and see what I can do about it", he said as he wrapped his arms around you, "you bet you are going to do something about it, handsome".

Mick was trying, you had to give him that. Everytime you said something to Aurora that she didn't feel particularly drawn to do at the moment she looked at her father for some way to avoid it, but ended up only receiving encouraging words for her to do it on her own, Mick and yourself leaving the room while he admitted it had been hard the last couple of days, "I know it's not that, but I can't help but feel like I'm leaving her on her own to do things", he admitted as you hugged his waist, "you're allowing her to be autonomous, to be independent and also to learn that she can't always have her way", you said as you kissed his clothed chest, "and you're doing very well, I'm very proud of you for doing it, I know how much it bothers you", you said as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

You had finished setting the food in the table, calling for your husband and daughter (and Angie would inevitably join you since food was mentioned) so they could get to the table, "Oh, my favourite! Thanks, mama!", Aurora said as you opened the pot to take some food to your plate, Mick kissing the top of your head in a silent thank you before everyone got the food on their plates, Aurora grabbing the serving spoon to the vegetables and putting some on her plate much to yours and Mick's surprise, choosing not to mention it as you saw her eat all the food in her plate without a complaint. While you and Mick tidied up the kitchen you saw Aurora and Angie head upstairs, not hearing any noise that concerned you as you assumed they were just playing around before bedtime, "you can go upstairs and do the night routine with her, I know you two like it that way and I'll finish here", you said as you threw a towell to his hands so he could dry them. You did not expect your husband to be back so soon, hearing his footsteps when you put the broom back in its place, "so soon? Is Rora okay?", you asked, a million and one scenarios coming into your mind as to why he would be down here at that moment, "She said that she only wanted a goodnight kiss from me and from you, and that she would fall asleep on her own like a big girl", Mick said with an unreadable expression on his face, "did she now?", you said, proud of your little girl as you both headed upstairs to do so, checking with her if she wanted it that way and earning her confirmation, kissing her forehead goodnight before tucking her in and petting Angie's head.

Mick sat in the sofa looking at the blank TV screen, "you know you have to put it on for it to show something, right? Technology hasn't gone that far for you to be able to control it like that", you teased, the comment flying by him, "Aurora just told me she is a big girl now", he let out, making you join the dots of what was worrying him, "and this is all your fault by the way", he pointed, "there are no babies in this family now, no one needs me, not even for bedtime cuddles", he exasperated with a pout, and you could only laugh, "our babygirl has grown up, but she'll always be our babygirl, my love", you sat on his lap as you cupped his face with your hands, "and I've been thinking about a sibling for Aurora, I think she's ready, and we're in a good place", you forwarded what had been on your mind, "I've been thinking about it too, especially since you made me lose my bedtime cuddles' buddy", he teased you, the smirk that had caught your eye from the first time you saw making an appearance, "Is she now? Well, let's see how you do with nobody to cuddle you today then", you said as you tried to leave him, your husband managing to turn you both around so your back hit the soft sofa cushions, "No chance, schatz", he said wirh a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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how about a late night drive fic with leon i think he would do it when your both bored or just wanna relax i just thought it would be sweet for this man to FINALLY GET A BREAK FOR ONCE with y/n by his side ( btw i love your fics they make my day!!!)

Author Note: Your request made my day! There's something about Leon driving a stick shift that makes me go wild, Enjoy!

Warnings: FLUFF!

The dim moonlight shone through your windows casting a shadow to form on your fiancé's form. Normally, it was your partner that would twist in turn in the late hours of the night but now you have taken on that burden. Soft snores filled the room as your twisted to watch Leon sleep peacefully. He is so deserving of this that you didn't mind not being able to drift off.

Wedding planning is more stressful than you imagined it would be. Leon has been so attentive and caring throughout all of it that it took some of the stress off, but still, you wish he would add his input instead of saying 'Whatever my baby wants'.

Lifting your body up a little you check the time on the analog clock on Leon's side of the bed. The dim red numbers read 1:35. Sighing you plopped your body back down.

Leon was never a heavy sleeper, especially when his beloved was supposed to be sleeping next to him. Your tossing and turning had jostled him from his slumber. Squinting his eyes open he could feel a slight tickling feeling along his arm. The first thing he noticed was you drawing random shapes along his arm.

Frowning a little bit he turned his head mumbling, "Wanna go for a ride?" His deep husky voice floated to your ears.

Halting your movements you nodded your head up and down.

"Okay, let me put some pants on then we can go," Leon shuffled out of bed and went in search for some sweatpants that were lazily tossed on the floor earlier that night.

You got up stealing Leon's old RPD hoodie that has seen it's fair share these days. Your bedroom door creaked open as Leon opened it for you with your shoes in hand. You took them from hand mumbling a 'Thank you' as you slid them on while walking out to your living room. Leon grabbed the car keys as he opened the front door for you.

"M'lady,"

"Why thank you kind sir," You nodded your head as you walked out into the dark night.

The cold air bit as your cheeks with a soft breeze tossing your hair around. Leon unlocked the car as he jogged past you to open your door. Ever since the first date he has always opened and closed doors for you, despite dating for 3 years.

The black leather seats bit into your exposed legs as you hunched over and slightly shivered. You teeth clattered as Leon sat down.

"Sorry baby, I'm moving as fast as I can," Leon was quick to start the car up and crank the heat up.

A rather loud rumble shook the car when it woke up. Leaning back you watched as Leon brought the E-brake back and got ready to leave the driveway. Grabbing the aux cord you scrolled through your playlists before deciding on Self-Care by Mac Miller. The speakers shook a little as music filled the small confinements of Leon's car.

Leon's hand rested on your thigh, occasionally lifting it to change gears. You laid your head on the window as you watched the different street signs. You guys stayed in this comfortable silence with Leon looking over the check on you every once in awhile.

"Whatcha thinkin' about my love?" His hand squeezed your thigh before he changed gears again.

"The wedding... Are you sure you like the colors I picked out?"

"Baby, I want this wedding to be your dream wedding. As long as I get to kiss you and say 'I do' I don't care about the rest,"

"I know, it's just... it's your wedding too, and you only get married once so I want it to be just as perfect for you as it is for me, y'know,"

"Hm I understand. What can I do to help you not feel this way?"

This is why you love Leon, he is always willing to better himself if there's a problem, always asking what's wrong and what he can do to fix it. It makes your heart flutter whenever he does it.

"Maybe, be a little more opinionated?"

"I can do that," He looked over at you with a smile as he squeezed your thigh again.

"Thanks Lee, I love you. Forever and always."

The rest of the ride consisted of some terrible karaoke to serious talks about what your futures would look like. It had been decided that you guys would try for two kids, and have 2 dogs with a pet lizard, Leon's idea of course.

When the sun kissed the horizon your head had ended up leaning on Leon's arm as your heavily eye lids dropped down over your eyes. Leon pulled up in he driveway when he looked down at your tired body. His love, best friend and partner in crime. He still couldn't understand how he managed to be able to call you his.

Leaning over his place a soft kiss in your hair before he mumbled:

"Forever and always my love."

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 7 months

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Bittersweet Revenge

Alcina Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(A/N- I hope you enjoy this! Tell me what you think about this in the comments or reblogs, I would really appreciate it!)

(Warning: Angst, swearing, heavy description of blood and gore)

In all your years of life you’ve never expected to meet a person like Alcina, but damn were you grateful for her. Despite how Alcina treated the other maids, she had a soft spot towards you. Always taking good care of you whenever you were ill, made you feel safe, and much much more.

You were hiding in your bedroom, slightly shaking from fear. You had just encountered Ethan Winters, luckily he didn’t see you. You knew who he was because Cassandra told you about how he entered the castle and got captured. So why was he roaming around? How in the hell did he manage to escape?

You take a deep breath in before breathing out, your anxiety starts to calm down as you think about Alcina. You have faith in her that she can defeat him, she is incredibly strong after all. A mere human cannot be able to kill her.

Some time passes by and you hear a loud menacing roar, you know instantly that it’s Alcina. It concerns you that she had to result to that form, but you still hold a strong sense of faith in your heart.

You waited and waited for what felt like ages until you heard the fighting come to a halt. Surely Alcina would’ve come find you after she transformed back to her usual self, right?

So you waited..and waited..and that’s it you’ve made up your mind. You are going out there to check on your love.

You walked around to where they just battled, stepping over some debris before you saw her. Your one and only love of your pitiful life crystallized on the cold ground.

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you felt a overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt for not protecting her. You should’ve done something, anything to help her win. You walk up to your deceased lover and hug her tightly, warm tears fall on the ice cold crystal.

Soon your tears stopped and you felt the blood in your veins boil with rage. You are gonna kill that ma- no, monster you are gonna kill that fucking monster.

You gave a soft kiss on the crystal head before whispering a quiet “Rest my love” to it. You got up and quickly but quietly went to your bedroom to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a steel pistol. The look of it saddened you as you faintly remembered Alcina gifting that to you just in case something ever happened and she wasn’t there to protect you anymore.

Loading up the pistol, a sinister smile appears on your face, “Don’t worry my Lady, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” You say with certainly. Opening up the drawer below, you pulled out a belt, sheaths, and a few knives.

The rage continued to boil throughout your blood as you suited up, putting on the belt, attaching the rough leather sheaths to it, and putting the knives inside and the pistol in it’s holster. You had everything set now for your perfect revenge.

You carefully walk outside, the cold breeze hitting you. It was a weird feeling to be in the freezing cold but not feel cold at all, you can thank your anger for that. You were looking around for awhile until you finally saw him. He was trading stuff with the Duke and you carefully walked closer.

The Duke gave a small glance towards you, opening his mouth to speak. You shot a rage filled glare at him and he kept quiet, but still had that smile on his face.

You got closer and closer until you stopped. You were right in front of him. That monster. You swiftly but quietly pulled out your already loaded pistol and fired two shots. One of the shots hit Ethan’s left arm and the other on his right. The bullets went through his bones so he couldn’t move his arms, he turned around and tried to back away. There was nothing he could really do to defend himself without the use of his arms.

You tighten your grip on the pistol before firing two more shots hitting his knees, causing him to fall on the hard ground. You drop the pistol and pulled out your knife, getting on top of him you say,

“I’m gonna make sure this hurts.” You stab him in the shoulder making sure the knife is as deep as it can go and cut all the way to his wrist. A loud pained groan erupted from him, making a smile appear on your face. “Ah that’s music to my ears. Come on, you can be louder, right?!” You yelled over his groans.

He was struggling but you overpowered him using pure rage and the struggling only added fuel to the fire. You pulled the knife out of his wrist and brought it down, stabbing one of his testicles. You laughed and laughed as his pained groans turned into yells and failed attempts to get the Duke to help.

“He ain’t gonna help you so just give it up.” As you said the last word you pulled out the knife and stabbed through his digastric muscle, you also managed to stab his tongue in the process. You grabbed the other knife with your free hand and stabbed his right eye. When you got the knife out, you took the stabbed eye and shoved it in his mouth, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to chew on the organ and turn it into pure mush.

When you forced him to swallow it, you stabbed his throat and he started to suffocate. You took the knife out of his digastric muscle and sliced through both of his cheeks, carving a smile on his face.

“Great I’m glad you’re just as happy as I am!” You say in a psychotic manner, your crazed smile never leaving your face.

You watched as he slowly stopped struggling and the light in his left eye died. You laughed one more time as you thought about his pained face, “Finally the monsters dead.”

You got up off the corpse and gathered all your weapons, and walked to the castle. You didn’t care if you were all bloodied you just wanted to go home..

Home, that single word brings a question to mind. Where was home? Home is supposed to be a place where you feel comfort and peace. Oftentimes it’s a place where you can come back to someone, but where was it? You didn’t have what everyone called a home, instead the only thing you had was..

You fell hard on your knees, as tears came down your bloodied cheeks and made a pitter-patter noise as they made contact with the ground, you had nothing now.

....

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victoria-daydreams · 1 year

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Nine: Most Wondrous News

AN: Happy New Year everyone! This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for a minute because I had a vision of where I wanted this to go and I got ahead of myself and wrote this but I couldn't post it yet.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, mentions of death

Word Count: 1.4k

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Summary: In the early hours of the morning, Jesmyn considers her future and asks Otto to keep a grim promise.

Chapter Ten: Leave it to The Gods

116 AC, Westeros

With tense shoulders, Jesmyn stood in front of the hearth, staring blankly into the flames ensnared by its hellish dance. The fire illuminated her face in a warm, orange glow as the soft crackling of burning wood floated into her ears. Closing her eyes, Jesmyn hoped the noise would slowly quiet the turmoil inside her head from the nightmare she had awaken from. The dark dream vividly played through her mind on repeat. Otto was still asleep in their bed, unaware she had managed to ease out of his grasp. He always protectively kept a hand on the swell of her belly when they slept.

"Wife?"

His voice pulled Jesmyn from her thoughts and she looked over her shoulder.

"Come back to bed," he said, sleep heavy in his voice. "You’ll catch a cold standing on the floor with bare feet," Otto added, his voice was gentle as he sat up in bed.

"Sleep escapes me, Husband," she informed, her tone matching his. “I cannot,” she muttered, returning her gaze back to the hearth.

Silence fell over the room. Until, she heard rustling, the sound of the thick covers from their bed being tossed aside as he got up. Wordlessly, a broad chest pressed itself against her back. The warmth of her husband’s body seeped through into her bones. Curling his arm around her waist, Jesmyn leaned back against him.

"You're cold," he murmured, moving her nightgown and robe aside to plant a warm kiss on the skin of her shoulder.

"I'm fine," Jesmyn said dismissively, and tried futilely to suppress a full body shiver that coursed through her.

"How long have you been out of bed?” he asked, tucking back her hair.

She exhaled heavily, "Awhile," Jesmyn answered, meeting his eyes. They were a hue darker from the dimness of their chambers. "I…I lost track of time," she admitted, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of her stomach.

He hummed, "Tell me what troubles your mind, my dear wife," Otto began. "So I can slay it, and bring you back to bed," he said, his thumb tracing the line of her spine.

"You’ve taken it upon yourself to become a slayer of nightmares then?" Jesmyn quipped, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"I will become whatever you need me to be, Jesmyn," Otto said softly into her ear. "A nightmare was it?" he repeated. "What happened in this nightmare?" he questioned, drawing circles on her swollen belly.

She paused briefly, "I died in childbirth," Jesmyn revealed quietly, and Otto’s body went rigid against hers.

A deafening silence swallowed the room.

"A terrifying dream," he said, finally breaking the tension. "But that’s all it was, a bad dream," he assured, his hold tightening.

Jesmyn slowly spun around, "It’s been a recurring dream, Otto," she pressed, watching his expression change. "Different ways, each dream," she continued.

Now being eight months into her pregnancy, the due date of her labors drew near and nearer. Jesmyn wanted nothing more than to feel excitement about bringing a child into the world, but as the days progressed she began to have terrifying nightmares. She found herself growing increasingly nervous and scared of having complications while on the birthing bed.

Exhaling, Otto pressed a kiss on top of her head, “Come, let’s get you off your feet,” he said, taking her hand.

He guided her to one of the nearby chairs in front of the hearth, and Jesmyn slowly lowered herself into the cushioned seat.

Otto kneeled in front of her, “We have the best maesters here at The Red Keep,” he assured, holding both of her hands. “You are in excellent hands, Jesmyn,” he said, looking up at her.

“Didn’t do much for the late Queen Aemma, did it?” she retorted bitterly.

“What happened with Queen Aemma was a tragedy,” he conceded. “But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you,” Otto said, squeezing her hands.

The comforting gesture only made her frown.

“Do you remember in the sept, when I told you about my fears of bearing a child and the labor is difficult?” Jesmyn asked.

“I do,” Otto answered, with a nod. “You feared if there was a decision to be made of your life or the baby’s, one of your then suitor’s would choose the baby’s,” he recalled.

“My aunt died that way,” Jesmyn said, her voice close to a whisper and Otto flinched. “Her death is what triggered my fear of the birthing bed,” she continued, swallowing thickly. “A terrible scene it was, the wails my father let out are seared into my head,” she continued shakily. “And the sheets…oh gods, Otto, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so drenched in red. And it was all for naught, mother and daughter dead,” she finished, her voice nearly breathless from her rising anxiety.

“Jesmyn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,”

She shifted uncomfortably in the seat, “Otto,” she called, slipping her hand away from his to cup his cheek.

“Yes, my love,” he answered, leaning into her touch.

“I am going to ask something of you,” she stated, her thumb running along his beard.

“Anything,” Otto responded quickly, kissing her palm.

“If there ever comes a time when you are tragically put in such a position,” she began. “Promise me, you’ll leave it to the gods,” she said, and Otto’s head snapped up.

“You’re asking me to let you die? Jesmyn, I can’t—”

“Promise me,” she repeated, her voice cracking, “Promise me, you won’t cut me open and gut me like a fish,” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Otto stared at her, his eyes wide and completely lost for words. He went to rise to his feet, but Jesmyn’s fingers tightening around his and the silent pleading on her face made him stop.

He sighed heavily, “The moment your father removed your bridal cloak from you, and I placed the Hightower cloak upon your shoulders,” Otto began, his voice quivering. “Not only I did I pledge my love for you that day, I also pledged to protect you,”

She placed her hand on his face, “You are protecting me, Otto—” Jesmyn reasoned, her fingers splayed wide across his cheeks.

“I’m killing you!” he said, his voice raising slightly. “I’m killing you,” he repeated, this time whispering and pressing his forehead against her stomach.

Jesmyn’s gut wrenched as if someone had put a knife through her ribs and twisted it.

“Otto,” she called, using her thumb to softly caress his jawline. He didn’t respond, only letting out a ragged breath. “Otto, look at me,” she demanded gently.

Many seconds would pass before Otto would raise his head. His eyes glistening in the light of the fire, and Jesmyn could hardly recognize the usually proud man who was now reduced into a grief stricken one.

“Don’t make me do this, I can’t do it!” he begged brokenly.

“You would deny me my dying wish?” she asked, another tear falling from her eye.

Otto put his hand on top of her hand which cupped his cheek and firmly planted another kiss on her palm.

"It could save your life, Jesmyn," he said desperately, grabbing a hold of both her hands again. "You speak about death, but it could save you," he reasoned, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

"Or cause me unimaginable pain and suffering," she choked out. "I do not wish for your last memory of me to be of agonizing screams. It will haunt you for the rest of your days," she warned, shaking her head.

Otto dropped his head in defeat, knowing he couldn't change her mind about this. Pulling her hand up to his lips, he placed a soft kiss upon the delicate skin of her wrist.

“If this is what you want, then I will…oblige your wish,” Otto agreed, his expression solemn.

“Thank you Husband,” she whispered.

“Let’s get you back in bed,”

Grabbing Jesmyn’s hands, Otto carefully lifted her up from the chair and guided her back to their bed. Helping her onto the mattress, he adjusted her pillows allowing Jesmyn to lean back against the headboard.

“Otto,” she called, watching him settle next to her. “I want you to know, whatever happens, I love you,” Jesmyn said gently, fixing herself on her side.

Reaching out, he cradled her head and let his thumb run down her cheek.

"I love you too," he told her. “No matter what happens,” he echoed, before kissing her tenderly. His lips featherlight against hers. "Now, rest my love,” he demanded softly, his arm going around her waist.

Jesmyn’s eyes slid shut, and with her mind at ease down along Otto's warm breath fanning on the back of her neck, sleep came easy.

Chapter Eleven: Bundles of Joy

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taybatwo2 · 1 month

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Lenore Loomington Doll Review Part 2 of 2

Let’s finally take a look at her dress (the post before this one looked at her accessories and in box photos)! Ugh, that belt thing just keeps getting in the way of everything and will NOT sit well on her torso.

Lets remove the offending piece to actually look at her dress…

Much better (I was so afraid of breaking her clip, I had her hanging from her neck for many of my photos). I love that the cut of the dress is WAY different to any other Monster High dolls I’ve seen, and I like the idea (I assume) behind it: looking at silhouettes of plants and animals on a night sky.

Buuuuut I feel like it could have been elevated a bit more for such an expensive doll. Give us some glow in the dark/sparkly dots acting as stars going up her skirt, finish her sleeves and dress train with some lace, oh, or maybe sew some “vine like” ribbon/fabric hanging off of the train or sleeves. Oh! And I feel like her short black lacy piece is kinda a second thought, I’d have made it longer in the back or give it a more ragged cut (so it’s not so reminiscent of a tutu or petticoat). I say this all, because both the color and the cut was honestly better executed by:

The one you got vs the one you ordered. Yeahhh, it very closely resembles Moonlight B.B’s dress (shirt/skirt), but feels like a poor rip off due too MGA’s looking a lot more tailored (and use of multiple fabrics) and a more expensive clothing piece. more review and doll comparisons under the cut:

Aaaand here it is off the doll:

The dress is not hemmed around the bottom of the dress or sleeves, but I don’t see them fraying any time soon. I like how thin and flow-y the fabric is it makes it look a bit ethereal. And oh? But what’s this?? A secret secondary dress/slip??

What a cute little surprise. It’s fully hemmed, has a little lace on the bottom, and has a bit of a stretch to it. Also, Lenora’s arms are wrapped in plastic to prevent staining.

Here it is off the doll. Be forewarned, I low key struggled redressing her. That larger dress didn’t want to nicely slide back over her smaller dress.

Let’s finally take a look at Lenore’s face.

My Lenore’s eyes are printed up a bit too high and her lipstick is both smudged and incorrectly filled in in the top left side. 😬 At least a little bit of acrylic paint can fix her lips….

Her glitter tears are really pretty and seem pretty well attached and her “ghost mask” is a lovely addition to her face (it’s a nice gradient).

It took me awhile to notice she has cute little pink eyelashes mixed in with her black ones.

Her side profile and lightly pointed ears (by the way, the back of her head is marked as 2023). I do wish her eyebrows were a bit darker and looked like Rochelle’s worried ones (@mistyxxart’s, on instagram, drawing of Lenore is what I WISH her eyebrows looked like).

This artwork is fangtastic and has given me so many fun ideas on how I want to upgrade my Lenore.

Lenore is pretty well covered now; let’s look at how she compares to come other ghouls (I apologize for many of these photos being a bit blown out - the lighting in my kitchen is kinda sucky).

The OG Spectra!!! Two very different ghostie ghouls. Monster High’s oldest vs MH’s newest. Spectra has clear body parts, no ghost mask, and colored sclera. She also has kanekalon hair vs Lenore’s saran. I think they stand on their own as pretty different characters honestly.

Let’s let a few more come across the veil.

So many ghosts!!! Ari, Ari, what are you looking at?!? Sweetie. Stop longingly staring at Spectra.

Okay, so they actually don’t seem to have very much in common with Lenore either. Ari has a milky/shimmery body (much more akin to the Haunted releases of ghosts) and Lenore has a shimmery body without looking like she has milky skin. Her shimmer has more of a blue tinge than the yellow tinge that Ari’s has.

The Create a Monster Ghost (I always forget how hard they went on her outfit: skulls amassed behind a fence with a blood-dripping belt; I love it when MH sneaks in stuff like that), has the ghost eye mask (I don’t like hers as much as Lenore’s) and uncolored sclera like Lenore, but her pupils are black - like Ari’s. Both CAM ghost and Spectra have clear limbs.

There is something these ghouls all share in common:

Mother of PINK! The Monster World must have very limited shoe material that ghosts can wear and it’s all in similar shades of pink and magenta.

I wonder how she compares to the Haunted dolls…? POOF!

Ask and you shall receive! Technically River is a grim reaper and Kiyomi is the daughter of a noppera-bō, so not just comparing “ghost ghosts,”but why not throw them in here too?? Porter, Vandala and Kiyomi all have very milky skin, Lenore’s plastic is very opaque in comparison with that pearl/shimmer finish.

~shimmer shimmer~ Porter has colored sclera like Spectra and Vandala doesn’t have black pupils, like Lenore. I wonder if there is a reason for some ghosts to have colored/regular sclera and pupils. Maybe it’s a ghost genetic trait like attached ear lobes….

River was wondering what all the hubbub was about in comparing them to this new ghost. Well, until I told River how much Lenore cost compared to them. River couldn’t say much, but just proudly showed off her clear limbs: “I cost less than a third of that and I have clear limbs!” ….I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her the ghoul that received her original head sculpt idea cost double Lenore’s price.

And POOF!

What a lovely menagerie of MH ghosts (pretend like my Symphanee got here quick enough to also be in the photos).

Perfect! Can’t even tell….

Oh! And Vandala brought her girlfriend Sirena along so I could compare Sirena’s skin tone to Lenore’s. Her skin glitter is not as fine as Lenore’s and she has a yellow tint to her skin….I wonder if Ari’s and Sirena’s is due to age.

Hand splat in face.

Before I wrap up, let’s compare Lenore to some MH dolls that look like the main ingredients they blended up to create Lenore.

Your progenitors!!! (my G1 Twyla has been de-glued with LA’s Totally Awesome, but her bangs are discolored and are waiting to be retrobrighted this summer). Hmmm, a dash Twyla’s skin color, a major helping of Vandala’s face mold and monster type, and an inspirational sprinkle of Amanita’s outfit and pieces.

I can see the comparisons with G1 Twyla (more in person than in a photo). Lenore’s skin has a purple hue from the pearly finish. Also, Lenore’s hair streaks are more baby blue than the minty green of Twyla’s hair color. They both have pink eyes, and wear dark colored clothing.

Now, Lenors and Amanita, look like they could have been in the same line (when I actually have Lenore fully dressed). Amanita believes that she would have still been the only deluxe, store exclusive of the line. “Maybe you could have been like the Big Lots or CVS exclusive to Gloom and Bloom.” Amanita! That is uncalled for! “You’re right, how about a K-Mart exclusive because they’re as dead as she is.” Lenore thinks this is one plant she doesn’t want in her garden.

They both have long wavy hair, flower shoe clips (but Amanita’s is sculpted to be a lot more three dimensional and it’s painted).

Both have extra make-up around the eyes, a hair decoration/accessory, and a thin, slightly see through dress covering a surprise mini dress (I still feel like Amanita’s has more detail, but that pleather portion will rot off someday).

Yeah, she is more than welcome to pose. I think that Amanita might have pulled off the look a bit better…. :/

And a face comparison!

Similar, but Amanita’s/CAM Vampire Girl’s head sculpt is not the same.

Avast ye!! We might have a match! Vandala’s face does look closely the same (I should have taken out Vandala’s earring for all of these photos)…

Hmmm…..

Hmmmmmmm…..

HMMMM, Lenore’s ear looks a little bit more defined (when I don’t have the light GLARING right ONTO it).

Man, Vandala, I need to de-glue your head whenever I get more LA’s Totally Awesome in. You are a grease ball!

Well, Lenore might have used Vandala’s head sculpt base, but they went in and refined some parts…like her chin being a bit blunter, her nose and ears being a bit more defined, her lips might be a bit bigger (or they were just over painted).

Whelp anyways….Lenore…Lenore….I am glad I bought her, as she has some cute surprises, a lovely face, soft hair, but she’s very overpriced from the get-go and would have (in my opinion) not gotten such backlash had she been released to stores and Mattel creations as a 40-55 dollar G1 release and if she had not been SO HYPED UP!!

What are your thoughts? Would you buy her? What would you change?? Do you think Mattel has a huge wheel in their board room to spin and assign value to their dolls? Should I double check pictures to make sure they turned out alright before I put all my dolls away?? (Yes, yes I should).

#monster high #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high doll #dollbr #monster high dolls #doll collector #lenore loomington #monster high skullector #monster high g1 #doll review

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daily-magoranza · 4 months

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Kirby au rambles (behind the scenes) below :D

two months ago (or 3)

I had this au messing around in my mind for awhile, like I wanted to make it SO BAD!

But the story, writing, drawing it was just to much. But I managed to make it happen

Here are more: I was going to have each picture on each chapter of a plant that grows on the next chapter

But I pretty much scratched that since it was kinda stupid

And I was going to add color!

But it was too hard!

After I found the choice, maybe some different shades of gray in the comic?

Nah too much work.

I wasn't going to make the comic, so I gave up

Until...

Flipaclip got new brushes! THIS *points at it* HELPED ME TO HAVE MOTIVATION

"star you could've just said that we could help make this!"

NO, I'm a solo artist. I don't like to get help from others, it makes me feel like a brat, I ONLY ask if I really have to.

and When I was making it, I wanted descriptions on it so then people wouldn't be confused when reading it

So I pretty much make my first fic! I combined my writing with my art and made it into a glistening ball of PAIN

YES, PAIN. CAUSE IF I NEEDED TO MAKE GOOD STORYTELLING I HAD TO PUT 1 HOUR OF DRAWING, 24 MINUTES OF SHADING, AND 2 HOURS OF MAKING TEXT BUBBLES AND WRITING, AND PROOF READING EVERYTHING 4 TIMES WHICH TAKES ME 20 MINUTES

3 hours and 44 minutes :D

But don't worry, I done this before, only on paper.

Pretty much I made the plot in my head of how Magolor would survive or die, and how the story would go out since Mags already went through the events of RTDL

And while I was making this, I was going to have magolor die, but then people would go after me!

(WHAT IF I GET BANNED? WHAT IF I'M IGNORED?) Negative thoughts wouldn't stop, so that's why I put out a poll that said "should magolor live? It's for my au!" And surprisingly people had attention to it.

Magolor got to live, while I was in the middle of designing possessed mags

Like, have you seen those posts of writers/artists that imagined that one scene that started the book?

Yeah... That happened to me.

but yeah, getting to the ending of the comic got me finishing it QUICK, I just wanted to be done, now the finale is here

I put my final touches to the comic, and posted the last part of the Chapter

ah, now I can sit back and relax and work on my other things that are less hard.

Then, when I reread the Chapters

THEY WERE MISCOUNTED AND NOT IN ORDER

SO I GOT ON MY ASS AND FIXED ALL OF THEM EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE HAD ALREADY REBLOGGED THEM.

That's why you see a pinned masterpost about it! And I pretty much was done with it

so yep! I finally got things of of my chest

#magoranza #magolor #kirby #taranza #taranzalor #taranzolor #kirby triple deluxe #kirby au #Sorry if this confused you a little #I'm still not good explaining with words

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Christmas time with straykids! ☃️🎄

1/8

Warnings: Smut and Burned cookies

Im doing this cuz im exited for Christmas and you should be too 😡💅🏻

Channie 🤭🎄

- you both have been waiting for Christmas all year and now its finally here! 😍☃️

- While you cleaned the whole house Chan made trip to the locan tree store and bought a Christmas tree! 🎄

- when he entered the house he said "Ho! Ho! Ho! I got the biggest one!" You ran to him to check and approve the tree which is exactly what you did

-he placed the tree on its place and took off his jacket and boots

- you prepared matching pajamas for both you and him 😍

-You both wore them and began Decorating the Christmas tree but not before you both admired each other in new pair of Pajamas 💅🏻

(Classic 🎄💅🏻)

- you both then went to the kitchen and began discussing on what kind of cookies you should make

-you decided on Gingerbread cookies so you start making them

- durning the process you had few flour fights and egg ended up on ur head but on Chan's as well 🥚

- but cookies had sucsesfully entered the oven with tou and Chan smiling from ear to ear, you guys cleaned everything up, made hot chocolate and decided to chill on the couch for a bit

-You sat next to each other with your legs over Chans thighs and his hand caressing your leg while both of you talk and drink Hot chocolate

- "So...I was thinking.." Chan started, you listened carefully "Do you want to...maybe...get cozy upstairs?" He said while wiggling his eyebrows "CHAN!" He laughed "WHAT!? WE ARE ALONE! WHY NOT??" He yelled while laughing "NOT IN FRONT OF MY HOT CHOCOLATE CHRISTOPHER BANG!" You yelled back before standing up amd running to the kitchen to check on the cookies, you hear Chan running behind you and grabbing you in his arms "Channie! I need to check on cookies!" You said while laughing but he just held you tighter wrapping his arms around your waist fron behind while pecking your neck "I dont see a problem" you can feel him smile on ur neck. You rolled your eyes and check on now done and slightly burned cookies, you took them out and place them on counter "Lets decorate?" You smiled but Chan shook his head "you do that and Ill watch you" you frowned "then you're not eating any " Chan cunckled "Guess im not then" he said as he started leaving small kisses on your jaw and down to your neck again, you can't help but let out small moan cuz it feels good "Cmon, decorate them" Chan whispered in your ear and you slightly bit your lip. You took the bag with icing in it and started decorating the cookies not happy with having only White icing, so u decided to separate the icing and color it in green and red. While you did that Chans hands somehow but slowly made their way inside your shirt and are now caressing your bare waist/sides, you gasped softly at the contact, since his hands were kinda cold.

- you stayed like that for awhile, you just started drawing smiley face on burned Gingerbread cookies wheb suddenly But gently Chan pushed you closer to counter so your front/ your hips are touching it and ge pressed himself on you from behind, you could feel his (well friend I'd say?) Pressing against you and you start blushing "Chan..the cookies" you started but Chan Stoped you "Fuck the Cookies" Something about that sentence made you close ur squeeze together, maybe it was the tone of his voice? Maybe it was the fact that you were thinking the same thing and didn't care about the cookies either, or maybe it was the heat. With that Chan turned you around to face him and smashed his lips on yours, you off kissed back and he began bucking his hips into yours making you moan in the kiss. You wrapoed your arms around his neck pulling him even closer, he then grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist and walked to the living room,he placed you on sofa with him on top of you and took off his shirt, you watched him do it with your lips between your teeth, he then went down to you and gave you long passionate kiss before kissing down to your chin, neck , collar bones and then your chest, he spent generous amount of time on that area kissing every inch of it while you're caressing his hair with eyes shut closed enjoying the feeling he gives you. While he basically made out with your letf breast and played with the other he other whispered sweet things that made you smile " you taste like the sweetest strawberry ever" (IM SORRY OKAY 😭). After awhile he went down to your stomach and kiss it while untying your pajama pants the taking them off, you ' accidentally ' bucked your hips up at the contact of cold air on your heat, Chan chuckled "Calm down babygirl" ge smirked before sliding your panties off, he bit his lip when he saw how wet you were anc his boxers instantly git tighter (flex) "oh god you make me crazy" he mumbled before laying down in front of you and hold your hips down. You bit your lips and started breathing havier since you needed him so bad and he keeps avoiding the spot you need him at by kissing your inner thighs "Chan" you frowned and he cunckled "Please just-OMG" you were cut off my Chan burrying his lips in your heat, you ran your hands through his hair and grip on it wjile moaning, Chan dig his fingers into your hips at contact "Channie" you breathed out before throwing your head back against the couch Pillow, suddenly he spread your legs more and dig in dipper ( sorry) and in response you let out loud moan and pulled his hair a bit which made him groan and that send vibration to your core giving you more pleasure "Im close!" As soon as you said that Chan stoped and lift himself up on his knees, you furrowed your eyebrows together and look at him frustrated "Not yet baby" he smirked and pull down his pants along with his boxers, you watched as his member poked out of his boxers "are you ready?" He asked before he lowered himself down to your level, you nodded so he pushed himself inside you my pressing his hips against yours, with that you moaned and closed your eyes, he smiled before kissing your lips, you kissed him back and he started thrusting into you, you both were mosning mess, your moans could be heard even by Somone taking bath upstairs, when Chan was close he burried his head in your neck anc started thrusting faster and faster before you both came at the same time and breather haevy like you just ran a mile.

- you both gave yourself permission to stay in that position for awhile before Chan took snowman blacnked and covered you both with it, you smiled and cuddled him then finished your hot/cold chocolate and he apologized for cursing at cookies 🎄❤️

#skz #kpop #skz stay #straykids #stray kids #stray kids imagines #bang chan #christmas #skz smut #stray kids smut #smut

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woso-fan13 · 2 years

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Even If You’re Little, You Can Do A Lot

“Oh yeah, I can do a pretty killer British accent,” you say, easily switching over mid-sentence.

What was supposed to have been a movie night had turned into the team sharing random facts with each other.

A look of shock spread through the room, Ash finally breaking the silence, “why are you actually good at that?”

You cocked your head slightly in confusion, “I literally had to be? What are you talking about?”

The confusion spread to the others, Kelley asking, “you had to be able to do a convincing British accent? Were you forced to?”

“Well, no, but it would be odd if I didn’t. I couldn’t be the only one without an accent, it would ruin everything.”

“What are you talking about?” Kelley had grown frustrated at this point, the vague questions and answers leading to more confusion.

“I needed it for the show”

Several “what shows?” were shouted back.

“Matilda. Y’all didn’t know they faked British accents? I hate to ruin the magic, but we didn’t really have the budget to ship all the cast in from England.”

Emily snorted, “what kind of fancy private school did you go to? My school did that stupid Dr. Seuss musical every year.”

“No, I didn’t even go to primary scho- did I not tell you guys? I was on Broadway for years as a kid, I just had a tutor backstage,” it wasn’t something you were embarrassed to share, it was just something that didn’t come up in conversation.

A collective “what?!?” roared through the group.

Alex took control of the group, shutting them all up. Pointing at you, she simply says, “you, explain, now.”

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll start from Matilda, it was probably my biggest. I was 6 when I was cast, 7 when I started. I was there for a little over 3 years, but I eventually got a bit tired of it and it was really hard work. I was in Annie briefly before that, only about a year. I don’t remember that too well, I was really young. The only thing I really remember is that I wasn’t old enough to be Annie, I had to be the little kid. Molly, I think. I was 5 then, I was working on my 6th birthday.”

“Annie was my first show, I did mainly commercials and things like that before. And- you can never tell a living soul- but I did beauty pageants when I was a toddler. I actually won a lot of awards.”

“And what else have I done? After Matilda I was in Les Mis for awhile, that one was really cool. It was a huge change from what I was doing previously, but everyone was awesome there. Obviously, I’ve done the classic Tiny Tim role around Christmas. All the practice on the crutches helped playing soccer though. I think that’s it for musicals, but I might be missing something.”

“I was in a couple movies and shows too, but I loved performing on a stage more. It’s like when you’re out on the pitch: everyone’s eyes are on you, waiting for you to mess up. And the whole group is out there together, but if you mess it up, you mess it up for everyone. I’ve thrived with pressure, ever since I was young.”

Silence fills the room, everyone processing what you had said. They knew from karaoke on the bus and hearing you sing in the shower that you were good, but they didn’t know you were that good. And seeing you laugh and tumble over your feet while trying to walk backwards never indicated to them that you were an incredible dancer. They knew you grew up in New York City- they had seen pictures of a tiny you exposed to all the city had to offer- but they never realized how intense your childhood must have been.

“Wow, kid. I never realized that you had done all of this,” Kelley breathed, still trying to process everything, “why didn’t you say anything? We didn’t know we were working with a superstar.” At this, she wiggles her eyebrows at you, drawing a giggle.

“I never meant to keep it from you, I promise. I just don’t usually talk about it. It’s not something I can start a conversation with, and after I had known y’all for so long it would be weird to bring it up.”

The hours after this were filled with you regaling them with tales of your childhood: the parties you attended and the people that you met, the glamorous lifestyle everyone saw and the blood, sweat, and tears you put in behind the scenes. You soaked in the attention, you had learned to love being the center of it from a young age.

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A couple months later, you were fast asleep on your bed. Practice had been exhausting that morning, Vlatko running the midfielders through intense drills in the extreme heat. You didn’t know if you were going to cry or throw up after practice, but decided on taking a quick cold shower and falling into bed.

You had been sleeping peacefully for maybe 45 minutes when someone started banging on your door. You ignored it, assuming whoever it was would go away. After about 30 seconds of knocking, it stopped. You sighed, ready to fall asleep again, only to be met with the lock buzzing and the door opening. Of course they had the key, Mal was your roommate. She was usually great, except for when she was with the other youngsters. Then, it was like they shared one brain cell and it was lost somewhere in space.

“Psst, Y/N, wake up! Hey, Y/N/N, you really do have to wake up. It’s important, we need you,” the voice wasn’t leaving you alone.

You gave up on sleep, rolling over to see Mal, Sonny, Kelley, and Lindsey staring at you. You simply blink at them, waiting for an explanation. Sonnett jumps in:

“Have you been on TikTok recently? There’s this trend, people are lip synching to the Matilda soundtrack and doing the dance. And some people are pretending they were in the show too.”

Way too tired to follow her ramblings, you ask, “ok, so? What do you need from me?”

“You need to teach us the dance. The real dance, not the fake TikTok version. And we need to find the audio of you singing it, it must be somewhere on the internet. And you need to be in the video, obviously. But we need to learn it now.”

You knew you wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep, so you rolled out of bed and slipped on shoes. Standing at the door, you look back, “aren’t you coming? It’s time for Broadway Bootcamp.”

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An hour later, the rest of the team made it to the conference room to watch game footage. Instead they were met by you trying to teach hopeless dancers how to dance. You had embraced your role fully, yelling directions and pointing out flaws.

“Come on, you think this is hard? I was doing this when I was in Kindergarten. Try singing along with it, then we’ll see how out of breath you get.”

The team laughed as you slowly sang the song and did the movements, trying to get the others to follow along. You were barely halfway through the song, at this pace y’all would be up until midnight practicing. But you weren’t letting your Broadway reputation be ruined by a silly little TikTok. You weren’t going to let a little thing like little stop you.

not my best, I didn’t even proofread, but I just wanted to put something out. as always, critics welcome, but be nice about it.

#uswnt imagine #womens soccer #woso community #woso x reader #uswnt players #uswnt woso #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #reader insert

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zazima · 2 years

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“where are you going?”

Harry freezes, his hand resting on the door knob of the front door. He slowly turns to see Sirius standing at the bottom of the staircase, one eyebrow raised. Harry clears his throat.

“I dunno… out?”

Sirius gives him a wry smile. “I can see that, given you’re halfway out the house. But do you mind letting me know where exactly you’re heading out to at 9 pm on a Tuesday?”

Harry looks down at his worn sneakers, his mind traveling approximately six thousand miles per hour. “I dunno,” he repeats. “Just out.” His face grows hot as he takes in his own lame response. “I wasn’t aware I had a bedtime. I’m fifteen.”

Sirius tilts his head at the remark. “Touche, you don’t.” He descends the last few stairs and strides over to where Harry is standing, one hand still on the knob. Harry’s remain fixed to the floor, anticipating some sort of scolding. “But I’d appreciate knowing where you’re going. And when you might head back. Just so I’m not going spare with worry and wondering if you’ve been kidnapped or whatnot. Or wondering if you’ve run away.”

Harry’s head snaps up. Sirius smiles at the surprise openly blooming across his face. “C’mon, mate,” he says, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Let’s head to the kitchen. Have a bit of a chat before you head out.” He moves towards the kitchen. Harry follows him after a beat.

Sirius pours them both glasses of water. “Now,” he says as he settles into his chair. “You clearly weren’t running away, as you didn’t have any of your belongings with you. Or maybe you are and are a bit of a poor planner. So do you mind helping your dear old godfather out with your plans for tonight?”

Harry traces the rim of his glass with his index finger. “I dun-,”

“If you say that you don’t know, then we might be here for awhile,” Sirius interrupts, taking a sip of water. Harry lets out an audible sigh.

“But I really don’t know. I was just gonna walk around a bit. I wasn’t running away, I swear.”

“That’s good to hear at least,” Sirius lets out a mock sigh of relief. “Good to know I’m not mucking up this parenting thing.”

Harry’s head shoots up. “No of course not!”

Sirius gives him a small smile. “If you ever need to take a walk, Harry, that’s more than okay. I know this house can be suffocating. I’d just like a head’s up before you do, if you don’t mind. Like I said, I don’t love going mad with worry that you might have been abducted.”

“But I’ve never had to do that before,” Harry blurts out before he can stop himself. Sirius looks unfazed at the outburst.

“I figured,” Sirius acknowledges. He puts his hand over Harry’s wrist. “Your aunt and uncle probably didn’t care where you headed off to, whether in Surrey or while at Hogwarts, right? As long as you didn’t draw attention to yourself and completed all your chores, right?”

Harry can only nod, feeling only the strange sense of shame that always floods his entire body whenever Sirius brings up his time at Privet Drive.

“However,” Sirius continues. “I care, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt. Ever. Especially not when you’re under my care, where you’re supposed to be safe. So it’s nice for me to know where you are. But I also want you to maintain your independence. So just let me know where you’ve headed out to and when you plan on coming back, okay? I probably won’t have any issues, unless I need you to do something. Does that sound good to you?”

Harry thinks for a moment, slighting weighing the pros and cons. “Yes,” he finally says.

Sirius gives his wrist a slight squeeze. “Thank you. And whenever you do go for a stroll, just keep your wand on you, please. Never know when an admirer of Voldemort’s might decide to try and incite a new revolution.”

Harry nods more vigorously at the new request. “I can do that.”

“Good lad,” Sirius says. He gets up from the table. “Get on with your stroll. Be back around ten, please, yeah? We’ve got to get up early to meet with Remus.” He waits for Harry to agree before starting toward the living room. He stops before he reaches the door and turns around. Harry is still sitting at the table, finger still tracing the glass. “Just so you know,” Sirius breaks the silence. Harry turns his head to look at him. “Worrying comes with having you. Package deal with being a family. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He winks at Harry. “Enjoy your walk.”

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benossummongirlii · 1 year

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My Baby | Cg! Bakugou x Fem! Little! Reader

summary: You haven't regressed in awhile and your boyfriend becomes worried. Your luck is horrible, especially when you regress in front of your whole class.

Warnings: Agere, strong language

P.s. The manga doesn't happen😃

You have been age regressing for about 2 years. You've been with Katsuki for 1 year. He found out about your regressing in a family (class) game of Uno. People were yelling left and right, Bakugou included. He looked over at you when you were about to cry, so he took you into your room and asked you if you were ok. You were full on having a mental breakdown after you've told him. He took it... really well! He said that he would be with you any time, any day, so that he could take care of you.

And here you were now, sitting in class, stressed as fuck.

You looked around the room at your screaming classmates, at some kind of war..? It didn't matter before you had that feeling. No, no, no not now! you thought to yourself as you were slipping more. The bad thing was that your grammar had totally gotten worse in that 30 seconds and so when you were speaking, it sounded as if you were little too. You looked over to Katsuki, quite mad that he didn't get the hint yet. He was so dumb sometimes.

And that was it, you had slipped.

You put your head on the desk as you started to cry, hoping no one would notice. But knowing your luck, Mina came over.

"Hey, Y/n are you okay?" Your best friend asked with concern. You nodded the best you could as you cried more, gaining the attention of Ochako. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You finally got a proper word out, but they knew you were the complete opposite of that.

"Y/n you don't look okay." Ochako spoke up as more people looked your way. This time, Bakugou finally looked over at your tear stained face and rushed over to you.

"Hey, you okay?!" He said very worriedly. You couldn't quite say it in front of the others, so you improvised and hugged him.

"T-too much nwoise." You whispered into his ear.

"Do you want me to tell them?" He asked while rubbing your back. You nodded into his shoulder. "It's okay my baby." He said holding you to his chest.

The others were a bit confuse about what was happening, but they did have to find out sooner or later.

"Listen, Y/n has this coping mechanism called age regressing. So when she's stressed or something, she acts little to, y'know cope." Katsuki said, The class finally understood. "And if you damn extras give her a hard time, i'll blow you up!" He said, making sure not to yell.

"Of course we won't give her a hard time!" Mina said, waving her arms in annoyance that he thinks she would give her a hard time.

"I'll let you guys go back to the dorms to make sure Y/n is alright, the rest of you sit back down." Aizawa said. Katsuki picked you up as he walked to his dorm.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Bakugou asked you as he set you down on his bed.

"Me wan paci." You said sniffling. He went to one of his draws and got your paci. He put it in your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. (not before he puts on the care bear movie)

"I wuv you daddy."

"Love you too baby."

I hope you guys enjoyed. Sorry if this was bad, It was my first time writing this type of stuff.

#agere #age regression #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #fluff

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shinycollarboneapologist · 1 year

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ms girl i am a sucker for domestic shit

taylorverse!reader and matty having just a chill morning, being all loved up and cute (when they do get together and stuff)

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IT STARTS OFF A LITTLE SLUFFY (slutty and fluffy) under the cut but a very domestic lie in with matty is a must 😭

his lips are pressed to your shoulder, teeth scraping at the tender skin ever so gently as his hips slow from their once brutal pace on your own. a contented sigh falls from both of your lips, always in-synch, and your head rolls back onto his shoulder soft little puffed breaths falling out of your mouth.

“well good morning to you, too.” you giggle, breathlessly and he only smirks dipping his head down to kiss you in this, albeit a bit awkwardly but his lips still meet yours and it’s soft.

“could get used to mornings like this, i think.”

“you think?” you tease and he only rolls his eyes and brings his lips down to yours again. he kisses you like no one else has before, sweet and soft yet with fervor and desire you hadn’t known to be possible. he’s helping you turn around in his arms, lazily moving his lips against your own. and you stay like that for awhile, lips and tongues moving in tandem, limbs tangling together. he’s building you back up just as quickly as he brought you down. it’s a few minutes after that you pull away slowly, catching your breath and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“you’re playing a dangerous game here with me still inside of you,” he chides, though there’s a hint of teasing in his voice.

“why can’t i just love on you without you making it dirty?”

“don��t think of it as a boner then… think of it as a love-boner.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you laugh and though the promise of a round two lights up a spark in your belly, you know there will be much more where it came from today. so why rush?

after you both finally disentangle and clean yourselves up, he’s bringing you water and tea in bed, some toast he managed to not burn, and some fruit you had picked up at the farmer’s market last week. you both eat the selection he’s provided, humming gleefully and stealing kisses in between bites. he’s pulling you closer to him the breakfast soon abandoned and it isn’t my long that you’re tangled up in the sheets once more.

“we need to get up or we’re never going to get anything done.” you hum, cheek pressed to his bare chest.

his fingers are lazily drawing patterns on your back, and he tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“i’d say we got a lot done.”

you only laugh and roll your chin to lean on your hand, gazing up at him, “you’re insatiable.”

“and you love it. cmon it’s been so long since we’ve had a lazy day. just wanna spend the rest of the day with you and not leave this bed,” he’s pouring his bottom lip out and you sigh. he can be pretty convincing when he wants to be.

“alright,” you smile softly. his eyes glint in the sunlight peeking in from the windows, lips curling up into a soft smile that mirrors your own. the laundry list of things you had to do today is forgotten, pushed off until the following day when you’ll force yourself to actually join reality.

the rest of the day is spent bickering over which movie to watch and settling on just watching them both, you have nothing but time. he’s holding you close and kissing your cheek. he’s lazily changing your position every now and then, ending up with him resting his cheek against your torso and your hands in his hair. when the movies are done, you both force yourselves to pull away from the bed and make your way downstairs to cook something for dinner. it’s a potluck, throwing together your favorite recipes, and he makes it a point to feed you bites from his plate despite it being the same exact meal.

this is how you want to spend every lazy day, you come to that realization as you’re both crawling back into bed at the end of it all. he’s kissing your head and wrapping his body around yours, arms pulling your body close.

#💭 - matty.

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itsstrange · 2 years

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Uncle Billy

Relationship: Billy Butcher x Rylee Milk (OFC)

Fandom: The Boys

A/N: Here’s another Billy Butcher fic because why not?? This was originally posted on my IG account but has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. It’s just something soft and something different. Hope y’all enjoy 💚✨

Summary: An unexpected guest invites themselves into school grounds, M.M is not having it but Rylee is sure enjoying it.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: (None) Fluff, cute, Butcher being the fluffy/funny/supportive over protective Uncle.

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Being popular and well known for throwing large parties or being in the football team, or the basketball team or the cheerleading team is one thing, but being well known for being the English teachers daughter is another thing, and that’s who Rylee is. The oldest daughter of Marvin T. Milk. It was embarrassing, or so her teenage mind thought, but as she grew up and got more mature she honestly got use to being known as the teachers daughter. In the beginning of freshman year she tried her best to hide it from everyone, minus her close friends, but once she entered her final period of the first day of high school, she just wished she had the power to turn invisible. Sitting on the desk with a iPad in his hands was her father, and once he made eye contact with her he made sure to greet her in the most exposing, embarrassing way. In case you’re wondering, yes, he greeted her as if she was 5 years old, and just because of that she had gotten shit from it ever since.

However, that died down once a specific person in her life found out their favorite niece was getting teased, and let’s just say that will forever be a favorite highlight of hers. Yes, people still know she’s the teachers daughter, but they all know better than to tease her with the fact, mainly because everyone has already matured to start shit like that, but also because they know she has somebody that’ll find out if they did.

Speaking of somebody, as Rylee was nose down in her test, she could immediately hear the way her father softly curses under his breath and catches the moment he gets up from his desk and towards the door. She can hear him mumbling things to the person outside, but before she can guess who it was that familiar black coat is the first thing she sees entering, then his black thick beard and hair, from where she sat she can tell he had trimmed both hair and beard from the last time she saw him. As both males enter the classroom, they’re still whispering amongst each other, well more like Rylee’s father trying to stop his stubborn friend from entering the class.

“Butcher seriously not now, they’re taking a test,” M.M calls after him but doesn’t really stop him from sitting down on his chair,

“I’ll be quiet as a daisy,” He throws him his iconic smile before looking down at some stacks of paper in front of him, scoffing as he scans some students paper, mumbling under his breath ‘plonker’ before reaching out for the red pen on the side,

Although, before he can even mark the paper with his idiotic-ness or leave some inappropriate British slang on the kids paper, M.M yanks the pen out of his hands and starts collecting the papers from the desk, awhile asking his friend why he decides to bring his negativity around school grounds.

“Lunch break, was around. Thought I stop by, throw a lil wave at ya,” He states, grabbing some sticky-notes from his right and another pen,

M.M scoffs with a shake of his head. He can never win with this man, yet he still kept him in his life and the other male kept him around as well, guess they had a much bigger bond then they assumed.

“Couldn’t your white ass wait until six, better yet until dinner?” M.M asks but quickly looks over his shoulder when he spoke a bit too loud, giving his students an apologetic wave, but lingers his eyes on Rylee who just sends him a shake of her head with a small smile,

“What’s so ‘rong in visitin’ a close mate o’ mine?” Butcher asks, still writing or drawing something on the yellow sticky note,

“It’s wrong if you show up during school hours..,” Rylee softly chuckles to herself as she tries to focus on her test but still being able to hear her father and friend talking to each other in the distance,

They remained talking to one another, but Rylee did her best in not eavesdropping, if her father knew she was listening in on their pointless conversation and not finishing her test on time, she knew she’d get a lecture from him back home. So to save her from misery, she did her best in focusing on the test in front of her, even if she’s already passing the class with a solid A-plus, she knew it was important to get as much good grades as she can for college, college applications were around the corner so it was not the time to slack off with anything.

As she was reading the last section of the test, she hears her father curse once again, which marks the twentieth time he curses on school grounds, which never happens but then again, Butcher was here. Butcher is the cause for her father’s foul language, he is always the cause for her fathers language.

"Shit... I gotta take this," M.M whispers as he looks down at his phone but glances back up to the kids who are working on their class work,

"’ave at it, I can watch the little buggers," Butcher offers, leaning back against the chair with his feet prompt up the desk, earning a scowl from the man in front of him,

M.M immediately shakes his head, "Nuh huh, not by a long shot," He claims as he shoves the man’s unsanitary boots off his space,

"Just while you take the call, they won't even know I'm ere'” Butcher argues back as he gets more comfortable in the chair, replacing his feet back on the desk when shoved off,

Now normally, M.M would have an entire list why he wouldn't let Butcher alone or near the kids, he's actually surprised he hadn't even called security on him, no, he’s actually surprised they let him inside the school, but he honestly did have to take the call. So with a defeated sigh he agrees.

"Just watch them, nothing else man," M.M points at him, seriousness settled in his tone,

Butcher raises both hands and pretends to zip his mouth shut. Narrowing his eyes once again, M.M makes his way out the classroom. Just as the door closes, Butcher looks back to the kids and immediately recognizes a face, sending her a wave with his fingers, earning a shy wave back.

"You know him?" A low voice makes her look away,

She only nods with a shrug, "That's my Uncle Billy,”

She casually explains to the boy beside her with a shrug of her shoulders, clearly not phased by the way he raises his brows at her for the unknown fact, or maybe due to the fact he’d never in a million years think this sketchy Brit of a man was anywhere related to her.

Turning back to the brute of a man, Rylee smiles at him before going back to her work. Not even five minutes had passed when she suddenly sees a yellow sticky note being placed in her view, which had a middle finger drawn that was pointing side ways which showed the remaining answers to her test. Glancing up she watches Butcher walk back to the desk before sending her a smirk and a wink, causing Rylee to shake her head with a smirk of her own before marking the correct answers on her paper. Cheating is technically considered to be a sin, especially when it comes to finals, but whenever she’s around her Uncle Billy nothing feels like a sin. Which should not be a good thing, but she didn’t care.

Just don’t let her parents hear her, or else she’ll get in trouble or grounded for weeks, and Butcher would not be welcomed to the house. Again.

By the time M.M walks back inside the classroom Rylee had just finished her test and was just sitting there for the timer to go off, meanwhile Butcher was leaning back against the chair, feet prompt up the desk with phone in his hands. Who was most likely scrolling through any news, or just watching random videos on YouTube. Once again, within reach, M.M slaps the man’s dirty boots off his desk awhile mumbling under his breath about how he’ll cut off his damn feet if he keeps it up, his remark was loud enough to earn a couple snickers from students, including Rylee.

Getting up from her desk Rylee walks over to both men and gently places her test in the center of her fathers desk.

“Reviewed everything?” M.M asks her, sitting on the edge of his desk since Butcher still hasn’t gotten up from his chair,

Rylee nods her head with a small smile, “You sure?”

“O' course she is she’s practically Stephen fuckin' Hawking. Matter o' fact, there’s no point in gradin' 'er paper just give 'er a passin' grade,” Butcher comments, already reaching out towards her paper with a red pen but immediately gets it taken from his grip.

“Y’Can’t just pass someone because you know they’re smart dickhead, even the smartest people can make mistakes,” M.M claims, putting his daughters test away from his friends idiotic prying hands,

Butcher scoffs with a roll of his eyes, not understanding why his friend is planning on wasting his time in grading his nieces paper when they both know everything would be on point.

“I’m sure you did great baby, just gotta make sure of it,” M.M sends her a reassuring smile which he receives back,

“Yer’re wastin’ yor time mate,”

“And you..,” M.M turns back to the Brit, shoving off his feet once again, “Are too. You should be heading back to the precinct by now, Mallory ain’t gonna take none of your shitty excuses today,”

Butcher scoffs again, “Does she ever?”

But rises from the chair regardless, placing the red pen back in its place along with the rest of the red pens, knowing all too well his friend has a thing with having his space organized. He can be an asshole… most of the time, but not always.

“Arright awright I’ll leg it, I’ll see ya at dinner. Will bring a bottle o’ wine or somethin’” The whole time both men were having a conversation Rylee just stood silently, chuckling at them every once and a while,

After confirming the proper time to arrive at the Milks’ home, both men firmly hug each other, making Rylee’s lips curl upwards. She truly loved their friendship. Walking around M.M, Butcher makes his way over to Rylee where he engulfs her into a tight embrace. He smiles to himself when he feels the way her arms snake their way inside his coat and around his waist, as well as feeling the side of her cheek against his chest. Kissing the top of her head and sending her a wink, they pull away from each other. Rylee doesn’t go back to her desk until the brute man finally walks out the classrooms, then chuckles when her fathers curses under his breath again when you can clearly hear Butcher whistling down the hallways.

When she walks back to her desk and sits down, she looks up the same time her fathers back is facing the entire classroom. Rylee squints when she sees something. Stuck on the upper edge of his right shoulder was a bright neon sticky note with black bold letters that said..

Cunt.

The loud snicker that escapes from her causes her father along with a couple students to glance her way, but she was quick to shut up by pretending to cough in her hand, even if she knew it wasn’t believable she still made it seem as if she was coughing. Her father sends her a look before turning back around to whatever he was doing, sticky note still plastered onto his shoulder. Rylee only shakes her head with a silent chuckle, knowing all too well once her father finds out he’ll be giving hell to Butcher later at dinner.

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- Hope y’all enjoyed this short fic! Had this idea for a while now and was really excited to finally write it for y’all! ✨

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pccyouthleader · 10 months

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Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 10: Smoothie Operator

After dismissing her afternoon students, Aurora left YH feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. It was so nice to have Uncle Knuckles on her side! She reached into her bag for her communicator, only to remember that it had been smashed against a tree. Phooey. Now she had to wait to talk to Shadow.

Wanting some time to herself to think, she decided to stop at the Tasty Tidbit for a fruit smoothie. After ordering, Aurora found a secluded table on the outdoor patio and dropped her bag into one of the two chairs. She took the other and spread out the pamphlets she had shown to Knuckles.

Becoming completely absorbed in scribbling notes down, she barely noticed when someone cleared his throat. “Aurora?” said a tall, gangly serval. He gave her a toothy grin before placing her smoothie on the table.

“Thank you,” she said, picking it up and taking a sip.

The waiter cleared his throat again. “It’s been awhile.”

Aurora finally looked up. “Felix?”

“In the flesh!” he said, flashing his toothy grin again.

“How are you? How is school going?”

He launched into his account of the last semester learning bioinformatics at the Aspen Gorge Technology Institute. “We just got out for the summer, so I got a job here until I return in the fall.”

“Wow!” said Aurora. “I’ve heard this is one of the most coveted summer jobs in the village! You must have had an impressive resumè!”

Felix had been in the Young Heroes program when Aurora was, only he was a year younger. She became very self-conscious when she remembered him following her around like a sick puppy the year she became a counselor.

“Yeah, I was surprised to get it! It beats shoveling dirt all to pieces!” Felix didn’t miss a beat. “We should hang out sometime! What are you doing this evening?”

Aurora became flustered. “I, uh, have plans with my boyfriend tonight.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Shadow did say he’d see her later. She knew he couldn’t stay away after three weeks of being gone.

“Oh, hey, that’s cool,” Felix replied, slightly deflated. He took out a scrap of paper and a thick-barreled pen. He scratched something down and handed her the note. “Here’s my number. Let me know if your date falls through.”

“Um, thanks,” she replied. Felix gave her a wink and turned to leave.

Aurora felt bad for turning him down flat. But all she wanted to do this evening was spend some much-needed time with Shadow.

Things had gotten awkward, so she stuffed her belongings back in her bag, grabbed her smoothie, and snuck out the side exit. (Thank goodness she had already paid!)

She knew her mother’s office would be empty, so she headed in that direction, intent upon making a decision.

—

Shadow had too much to think about as he made his way out of the jungle and away from Sticks’ hidey hole. He knew Aurora was done with YH by now, but he needed to work through some things in his head before he went to see her. His apartment was the best place for that.

Kicking on his air shoes, Shadow glided through the rest of the jungle and arrived on the outskirts of town. He always tried to conceal himself among the trees or buildings; he wanted to avoid the villagers at all costs.

Dodging an old man with a cane and two kids on hoverboards, he realized he was drawing attention to himself. He ducked into an alley and slowed to a walk, stealthily creeping down a side street that came out a block off the main road.

Before him stood the Tasty Tidbit, Aurora’s favorite place to go for a sweet treat. And on the patio to the right sat none other than his beloved. Shadow still wasn’t used to the flutter he felt in his chest when he saw her. But he had become addicted to the feeling.

Aurora was sipping from a straw looking very awkward under the gaze of a young, handsome serval. Shadow moved down an embankment and crouched behind the wall outside the patio hoping to hear what the guy was saying.

“I, uh, have plans with my boyfriend tonight,” Aurora stammered.

That’s my girl, Shadow thought, smirking to himself. There was a pause in the conversation and he heard the serval say something about plans falling through.

Not on your life, kid. It would take a catastrophe of epic proportions to keep him away from Aurora this evening.

The serval left and Aurora hastily grabbed her things to leave. Feeling once again like a stalker, Shadow followed her at a distance until she was safely inside the building that housed Amy’s studio. Then he slinked through the back streets to his apartment.

Once inside, he flopped down face-first on the mattress in the middle of the floor. What had he experienced today? The events of the previous eight hours swirled through his mind at lightening speed. The obelisk, the orb, the mysterious substance on the trees - they were all related; he had no doubt about it. And the more he found, the more it reminded him of…

No, Shadow thought shaking his head. That was settled long ago.

Maybe Tails had learned something from his analysis of the trophy.

Tails!

Shadow looked at his communicator and saw that he had 5 minutes to make his appointment. Heaving himself from the mattress wearily, he glanced in the mirror to smooth his quills. He also palmed the green emerald he had kept handy all day. “Chaos Control!” Shadow said to no one in particular, and disappeared in a flash of green light.

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