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[Tiny Dream AU] Playtime

Hob is working, but Tiny Dream wants attention. He wants to be played with. Look, he even has a sex dungeon ready.

For sandmanniversary2023 Day 1: Collection / Stargazing / Size Kink

I'm honestly still in shock that I've written something like this. The Sandman fandom has changed me as a person. 👀 Anyway, please enjoy, and I hope you all still think well of me after reading this. 🙇‍♀️ (For scientific purposes, here's the AO3 link. 😏)

CW: This is pure unapologetic filth. The main CWs are: soft dom Hob, horny Tiny!Dream having a vulva, sex dungeon and sex toys, size kink, size difference, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk.

Important: A typical Barbie doll is 11.5 inches (29cm) tall. Tiny!Dream is 12 inches (30cm) tall.

"Hob."

"Just a minute, darling," Hob says distractedly. He's currently uploading his students' grades, and it's a task that he has difficulty with (due to the university's crap online grading system), so he is justified in ignoring Dream for just one measly minute.

A truly heart-wrenching sigh sounds from behind him, and Hob, despite himself, turns to look.

Dream's floating doll castle, which had originally been the dollhouse of a New Inn employee's child that they have recently outgrown, is in its usual place in the corner of his study. The black banners are still flying in an unseen wind, the highest tower is still where the rookery is, and Hob can't really tell right now if Dream has changed anything about the exterior, except--

Oh.

That's new.

Usually, the interior of the doll house ("Doll castle," Dream had insisted), shows only a single room: the room where Dream currently is. Hob doesn't quite know how it works, if it rotates, or if it has a bigger-on-the-inside technology like the TARDIS. (Hob doesn't say that to Dream, though, because he has enough daddy issues already.)

Well, the room where Dream is at right now is a room Hob has never seen before.

Oh, he's seen the library, the gardens, and even the swimming pool, but this is the first time he's seeing the sex dungeon.

He wonders if Dream made the room just now, as he often builds and decorates rooms while Hob is working to amuse himself. And after, he would proudly tour Hob around, showing him the changes he made and his latest rooms, like a very lovely Sims youtuber. (Yet another thing that Hob won't say to Dream, in case he gets irrationally jealous, and cause all Sims youtubers to lose inspiration and have nightmares for a year minimum.)

(Hob doesn't think that Dream would actually do that, but he's not willing to risk it.)

"I'm bored," Tiny Dream says imperiously upon a throne-like bondage chair, his feet already on the stirrups. He's only wearing provocative black lingerie that shows off his pretty little tits, and isn't that a treat to see. He gestures to the large array of toys and tools on the stainless steel instrument table placed close to the viewing area, so Hob could easily access them. "Play with me."

Hob licks his lips as his eyes roam over Dream's form. Dream preens and thrusts his chest out some more for inspection. Lovely thing. "Haven't conjured a fucking machine for yourself yet, darling?"

Dream sticks his lower lip out. Not a pout--god forbid, Dream would never admit to doing that--but close. He's so adorable when he's horny. "I prefer when you play with me."

Hob hums and wheels his office chair closer, surveying the little toys and tools. He knows they work just as well as the human-sized ones, and doesn't require batteries to operate. "You know I still have to upload my students' grades, yeah?"

Dream huffs and shoots a glare over Hob's shoulder towards his laptop. Hob hopes he won't set it on fire like he did the last time. "Do they take priority over me?"

Hob smiles at him and pokes him gently on the tummy. The pad of his forefinger almost encompasses half of Dream's stomach area. "You know nothing in this world has priority over you."

Dream raises his chin, and Hob does not miss the little 'hmph!' sound he made, though his cheeks flush with pleasure at Hob's words. "Then prove it."

"Taunting me?" Hob asks, and gently caresses Dream's cheek. "That's not very nice." He picks up the little handcuffs from the instrument table and shows them to Dream. "Color?"

Dream sighs, impatient to begin as always, but answers dutifully. "Green."

Hob makes a kissy sound because he cannot possibly give Dream a kiss on the lips right now, and snaps the handcuffs around Dream's wrists before fastening the chain on the hook above the chair. "All good?"

Dream nods. "Yes."

Hob then adjusts the stirrups so Dream's cute little butt is exposed even more. He spies the tell-tale wetness dripping from Dream's pussy and hole, and tsks. "What a mess you're already making, darling. So wet for me and we haven't even begun."

Dream squirms but does not close his legs. "It's not my fault you made me wait."

"For a few seconds?" Hob asks incredulously. "No, I don't think that would do. I think good boys need to learn how to wait." He picks up a couple of vibrating dildos from the instrument table and flicks their switches. They turn on and buzz against his fingers. "How many times do you think you'll cum with these while I finish my task?"

Dream whines. "Hob, please--"

"How many, Dream?"

"I don't--"

"You don't know? Poor baby," Hob coos. "Shall we find out? Will you count for me?"

Dream squirms a little, but nods bravely, and Hob could hear a tiny squelching sound against the seat. Adorable. He's going to have the chair covered in his slick by the time Hob is done with him.

Hob...does his best to upload his students' grades correctly, and in doing so takes longer than he usually would have, as he keeps getting distracted with the sound of Dream orgasming again and again behind him, and him actively listening for Dream saying his safeword. He feels like he's taking ages.

By the time the task is finally done though, he is rock hard inside his trousers, and he has counted a grand total of 37 orgasms. And not once had Dream uttered his safeword or, in his overwhelmed state, changed back to human-sized Dream.

And when Hob finally shut his laptop down and looks behind him--

"Oh, my love."

Dream looks wrecked. He is a drooling, teary-eyed mess, weakly fucking himself on his toys that Hob had made sure would not slip out of him with a couple of harnesses. His holes look beautiful around the toys, puffy and swollen and lovely pink in color. Were it not for the harnesses, the dildos would have slipped out completely. As it was, they remained buried deep inside Dream, and possibly reaching deeper inside him as time went on and he got looser.

And the chair Dream is sitting on? Entirely drenched in slick and cum. A section of the dungeon floor near the chair is even wet. Dream must have orgasmed so hard he squirted. Perhaps multiple times.

Hob bites his lip and touches himself through his trousers, just watching Dream for a few seconds more, as he moans weakly and squeezes around his toys, though he shudders and releases more slick when he turns his head a little and sees Hob's attention is now focused entirely on him.

Beautiful thing. Hob has never seen anything quite so exquisite. Hob unbuckles his belt and undresses, taking his time with it and watching Dream ride his toys a little harder when Hob's cock is revealed, already thick and coated in precome.

Hob smirks. Too bad that's currently not for Dream to play with today, no matter how much he begs.

"Okay, love?"

Dream shudders at the sound of his voice and nods, moaning Hob's name weakly. But he says something else too, though it was too low for Hob to catch.

"What was that, lovely?"

"Thir-thirty seven," Dream says, staring into Hob's eyes lovingly. "I counted. You told me to count a-and I did."

Oh, Hob's chest is bursting with pride. He turns off the toys, ignoring Dream's whine, and reaches for the rope on one side of the room to ring the castle's dumbwaiter for some water.

Because of course Dream's doll castle has a dumbwaiter in every room.

The water arrives immediately, and Hob carefully maneuvers the small pitcher to pour water over an equally small glass, puts the straw in, and holds the glass in front of Dream's face.

Dream drinks the water dutifully. Hob makes him drink until the pitcher is empty, then returns the serving tray to the dumbwaiter to send it back to be magically cleaned.

"Color?"

"Green," Dream says.

Hob strokes his cock and holds his precome-covered thumb in front of Dream's face.

Dream immediately leans forward and starts licking the surface like a cat. When he is done and has placed a kiss on the pad of Hob's thumb, Hob withdraws his hand and just gazes at him with love and pride both.

The toys are still inside Dream, but they seem like an afterthought to him at the moment, more focused is he on angling his body to better show himself off to Hob's loving eyes.

"My good boy," Hob murmurs, and gently unclasps the harnesses and even more gently pulls the dildos out of Dream's body. Dream mewls at the action, his tiny little pussy and hole twitching cutely even as they gaped for a second when the toys are removed. Hob caresses his long pale legs softly with a forefinger. "Oh, my sweet, obedient little boy. You did so well for me."

Dream sobs as his legs tremble at Hob's words and his touch. "Want you."

"And you will have me," Hob promises him. "But later. When you're back to human-sized. Now, I know you've been gagging to have the double-ended dildo inside both your holes while you're in this form, and I think you deserve--"

"No," Dream shakes his head. "I want..." He falters for a moment, shy, and Hob urges him on with soft comforting sounds. If he can provide whatever it was, then Dream will have it. "I want your thumb."

Hob's forefinger, currently rubbing Dream's left leg up and down, freezes in place. "Darling--"

Dream whines. "I'm loose enough," he says. "I can take it. I made sure I could."

Hob looks towards the dildos he set aside doubtfully. They weren't big enough to prepare either of Dream's holes for his thumb.

And then it hit him.

"You changed the toys' size while I had my back turned."

Now Dream pouts. "It's not my fault you weren't paying attention to me."

Hob could not help but grin at that sign of disobedience. It seems like Dream still has some brattiness left to fuck out of him.

"Well," Hob says generously, and resumes rubbing Dream's leg with his forefinger, "now that you have my full attention, let's see how well you stretch for me, hmm?"

Dream looks up hopefully. "You'll give me your thumb?"

Hob chuckles. "I don't think so, naughty boy. I'm afraid that's a treat for the truly well-behaved boys. And while you had been good counting your orgasms for me, and you did tell me how you got yourself stretched so beautifully, you also did not follow my instruction to the letter. And we did talk about safewords and shapeshifting in general before we did this play, yes?"

Dream nods, but now he looks miserable, probably thinking that Hob isn't going to give him any reward at all.

Hob is not that cruel. And especially not to Dream, whom he loves most in the world. "Oh, darling." Hob carefully wipes a tear from Dream's cheek. "I will give you a reward. Just not my thumb right now."

"The double-ended dildo then, please," Dream says, politely now. "And I won't change its size or...or be naughty again."

Hob rubs his forefinger on Dream's head in a patting motion. "Good boy. But I was thinking if maybe you would like to have something else instead."

Dream tilts his head curiously. "What do you suggest?"

Hob rubs Dream's arms to check if he's still okay, and Dream nods once. "What about my pinky?"

Hob immediately feels Dream's entire body perking up at that, and hurries to add, "Not entirely inside, of course, but...well, just the tip."

Dream is having the time of his life as Hob (very carefully) fucks him with the very tip of his liberally lubed pinky. He's holding on to the connecting chain of his cuffs for dear life, and his legs had all but wrapped themselves around Hob's wrist, toes curling and entire body rocking with Hob's thrusts.

"Hob, oh, please--your pinky is stretching me so good--" Dream's head is tilted backwards, and Hob could bet that his eyes are rolling up his head as well. "More. More, please. Fill me. Fill me, I need it--"

Hob makes gentle shushing noises but continues to give Dream what he wants. "Look at your pretty little pussy, darling, slicking my finger even further and looking so tempting. And your tiny hole gaping so wonderfully wide. Do you really think you can take my thumb someday?"

Dream sobs. "I can take it now. Please! I promise, I promise, I can take it--"

"I said no, darling," Hob says sternly, though Dream just whines at the sound of his strict voice and more slick gushes out of him. "Now, are you just about to cum?"

Dream nods wildly. Orgasm number 40 is far behind them, and frankly, Hob doesn't know what number they're on right now. "Alright, baby. One last orgasm out of you, and then I'll give you some lovely aftercare."

Warning issued, Hob fucks him harder, and Dream wails as almost a quarter of Hob's pinky breaches him. "Feels good?" Hob asks, an idea forming in his head. When Dream does not answer verbally and just nods, Hob knows that he's about to squirt at any time.

He stills his pinky while the tip is still inside and, before Dream could cry in protest and curse his balls to shrivel up, Hob has leaned forward and thrust just the very tip of his warm tongue inside Dream's slutty little cunt while his pinky resumes thrusting in and out of Dream's loose hole. Dream's legs tighten around his wrist in shock, and when Hob flicks his tongue just the tiniest amount, making contact with Dream's swollen clit--

Dream shrieks and his thighs tremble, his pussy squirting all over Hob's tongue, with Hob immediately lapping up his juices, moaning all the while, his own cock drooling precome on the floor at Dream's taste.

When he surfaces, Dream is limp, body twitching intermittently, but his legs remained tight around Hob's wrist, and he smiles when he meets Hob's gaze. "Do I taste good?"

Hob licks his lips and gently arranges Dream's legs back on the stirrups, then uncuffs Dream's wrists, massaging his arms and carefully laying him down on the seat. "Always, darling," Hob tells him. "You know you always taste so fucking delicious, even when you're tiny."

Dream moans and licks his lips. "Want to taste you as well," he slurs out. "Cum on me. I want to finger myself with your cum all over me."

Hob curses. "Darling--"

"Please," Dream says. "Just one more. Just need to see you play with yourself too. Show me that I can make you feel good, too."

Hob is helpless to resist. Dream is looking up with him with literal heart eyes, and he has even waved away his lingerie, leaving him entirely naked. He really wants to be covered in cum from head to toe.

Hob stands and starts pumping himself, looking at Dream spreading his legs wide, wet gaping holes on display, and even--

"Fuck."

"Yes?" Dream asks innocently even as he places his palms on his asscheeks to open himself up further, to make sure he catches Hob's seed inside both his holes.

The final straw is Dream opening his mouth, tongue out, waiting so very patiently for Hob to shower him with cum.

Hob groans and aims as best he could, stroking once, twice, thrice, his cum landing on Dream's chin area and filling his mouth but not his nose, his flat abdomen, his long, pale legs, and yes, the greatest amount right at his spread open holes.

Dream moans throatily as he gets covered. "So warm," he mumbles, sounding cumdrunk and totally out of it. "You came so much."

Hob wrings the last drops over Dream's waiting mouth, which has already swallowed his earlier shot. Dream receives it gratefully and even cheekily leans upward to lick at the head of Hob's cock. Hob shouldn't even feel the tiny tongue, but the smallest pressure of it has him shivering, and another dollop of cum is wrung out of him. "Fuck, Dream, you absolute minx--"

Dream rubs the cum on his abdomen over his breasts, squeezing his tits together and pinching his nipples. "We should've used the nipple clamps."

"Next time," Hob promises breathlessly. "And I'll attach vibrators to them, too."

Dream shudders at that image and his hands fly to his holes, one hand fingering his pussy, and the other one fingering his hole, getting a copious amount of Hob's cum inside him.

"Fuck," Hob says, enthralled at the slutty display. He wishes he could have filmed their session.

"Tell me," Dream says. "Tell me what you want to do to me next time."

His insatiable little boyfriend. Just one more he says, but at this rate, and if Hob doesn't put his foot down and get him some more water and provide him aftercare, they're going to be at this all night.

"If you're good," Hob begins, "I'll let you play with my cock all afternoon. I know it's almost as big as you, darling, so don't even think about putting me inside you, but you can worship me as you like; lick me or rub your cute tits on me--"

"I'm going to sit at the tip," Dream tells him, still fingering himself and getting more worked up as he speaks. "Right where your slit is. And I'm going to grind on you until your precome drenches my entire lower body. Until you cum right into my holes. I'm going to wrap my legs around you and make sure all your tasty cum is deposited inside me I could taste it on the back of my throat."

Hob groans at that and his cock twitches at the image. "Dream--"

"Tell me," Dream pleads, and Hob realizes that the rhythm of Dream's fingers are becoming erratic.

Hob smiles down at him and runs his forefinger up and down Dream's cum-slick torso. Dream mewls at the contact and thrusts his fingers faster. "I didn't think tiny you would be so much sluttier than human-sized you, but here you are, proving me wrong. How can my good boy be such a whore? Always wanting my cum all over him and pushing it deep inside his holes? What are you trying to achieve here, baby? Are you trying to get my seed to take? Is that it? You want to be round and pregnant when we do this next time? Lactating from your pert little breasts while you squirt all over yourself on my tongue? On my thumb?"

Dream wails, high and helpless, as Hob's words and his accompanying daydreams make him cum once more, his own fingers deep inside himself, while Hob gently massages his breasts with his fore and middle fingers, rubbing his cute little nipples.

Hob watches him raptly, his beautiful, ridiculously sexy boyfriend, and waits until he stops cumming, murmuring soft words all the while and helping him down from his high.

As he's waiting, he rings the dumbwaiter for some more water, and once again carefully handles the tiny pitcher and the glass that came with it.

"Here, darling," Hob says when Dream's orgasm tapers off, leaving him limp and lying on the seat, totally drained. "Have some more water."

Dream gratefully sips from the straw, and Hob once again gets him to drink until the entire pitcher is empty.

Once it is, and once Hob has set the tray back inside the dumbwaiter, he turns his entire focus on Dream, who is still absently scooping more of Hob's cum inside his holes.

"Feel better?" Hob asks him, rubbing at his legs and calves in between his forefinger and thumb.

Dream hums, still idly fingering himself. "Yes, thank you."

"Feeling adequately played with?"

Now Dream smirks up at him and squeezes his holes, making Hob's cum drip from them. Hob groans and looks away so he wouldn't be tempted to lick Dream all over. Like the little minx is probably wanting. "Yes, Hob. Thank you for playing with me."

Hob snorts at that and shakes his head. "Alright, enough of that, you ridiculous thing. Time to bathe, and then you're gonna turn human-sized for some proper cuddling."

Dream hums and allows Hob to lift him from the seat carefully with his hands, then scoops his entire body up with a single hand. Dream waves his hand so the doll castle's sex dungeon is replaced with the master bathroom, and he waits patiently as Hob fiddles with the giant bathtub with one hand and it fills with warm fragrant water.

"I love you," Dream says, still sitting on the palm of Hob's hand and playing with his fingers. "Thank you for indulging me today."

Hob leans down to kiss the top of Dream's head. "Of course, darling. Anything you need."

#tiny dream AU #dreamling #the sandman #sandmanniversary2023 #my writing #good job my thumbs #(yelling into a pillow) WHY DID I WRITE THIS #3500 words of spicy spice ✨️

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Of Dream A-Dreaming (Yandere Idol!Itto/Reader)

The real a/n: dang, restricting myself to 1-1.5k words for this event is fricking difficult when I usually upload fics around 3k lolol. The urge to make this unnecessarily long looms above my shoulders and the crack fic ideas are piling up instead of yandere ones i need therapy fr—

Unreliable synopsis: You're the self-proclaimed "Numero Uno" idol's producer! He has his screw loose that's for sure, but hey, what makes him think you're not eccentric as well amiright???

Alice's note, Mother of Klee: Strange... Could've sworn you and Ayato would end up partnered together considering your similar "personalities". Oh, well. Producer Lumine thought it would be hilarious to see you take Itto on. This should still be entertaining. Let's see who's going to be the bigger menace between you two, snailnon!

Yandere Idol 1k event masterlist

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"Itto, what do we say when we want to go to the restroom?"

"P–... Please, (Y/n)?"

"Perfect! Ehehehehe, good boyyy!!!" You ruffled his hair roughly, which made him voice out complaints about his hair gel. "Now go take a dook-dook."

Itto sighed, his relief heard throughout the whole cafe. "Thank God! Thanks, granny snai–"

"Call me granny again and I'll whoop your a– I mean, kindness isn't the absence of mean thoughts but evil actions! Now go, be free!"

Itto rushed to the restroom, leaving you with a playful grin on your face.

The scent of caffeine fills the air, fueling the chatter inside the humble cafe. It had never been this buzzing. The tender space not once had more than five customers. For all it's worth, its owner probably never would've imagined a day where eight drop-dead gorgeous men would play baristas for three days in his place. Pairs of the regulars' taciturn eyes carefully eyed the idols' movements, gazing at the men like exotic animals behind glass. Their existence as regular customers made their presence reasonable, these eight celebrities with you, however, not so much.

ADDICKTZ has an "Of Drink A-Dreaming" barista event today, which was primarily led by Diluc and his producer. The idols were dressed in typical European barista fashion, with the exception of Ayato, Thoma, and Itto wearing sets of Kazagoshi respectively.

"(Y/n), where's Itto?"

You laughed. Unlike your colleagues, Diluc doesn't enjoy addressing you by your respected title. "I don't knooowww. Take a guess. Hehe."

Diluc's eyebrows knitted.

"You're his producer. The filming's about to start in five minutes." He stressed out sternly.

"I guess you have to film him in the bathroom then." You smiled, completely unbothered. "Cause, you know, he's there."

Normally, people would recommend a straight jacket for the deeply disturbed, but the founder of TEYVAT Productions said "I got just the thing for you!" before Producer Lumine gave you a contract to be Arataki Itto's producer for the next 5 years.

Yes, THAT Arataki Itto. The most troublesome member of ADDICKTZ and its best rapper. The guy who's supposedly a next-in-line monarch from a ruling family in a small village until he had a disagreement with his parents– but no one knows about that tea except you and Alice. You were going to decline this job but he... lacks critical thinking so much that you decided you must protect this high school dropout. Or at least make his life challenging. You're winning on either option, anyways.

You continued sipping your coffee. As a fellow cheapskate like the person you're producing, you're savoring every last drop of this fine brew, ignoring the free cake-like brownies on your table. You're much more laid back than normal because you're going on vacation tomorrow. Doesn't mean you're unaware of your own tendencies; if you don't care, you often won't put in the effort. And right now you genuinely don't care about what Itto's up to. Your succulents are genuinely the only thing you're determined to take good care of, and you already set an alarm as to when you're going to water them.

Diluc sighed. The poor idol slash Dawn Winery heir just couldn't put in the effort to scold you both anymore. "Fine. I'll give you ten minutes and that's final."

Eh, don't count on it. This is you and Itto, and together you're both a hindrance.

"Hehe. Gracias, compadre!"

That mesomorph couldn't possibly untie his apron without your help and you'd probably take five minutes trying to untangle it. It was considerably difficult getting Itto to wear his uniform, especially with his muscular build (but that's just because you made sure it's extra tight for the hell of it.) It goes without saying that Itto will always be by your side. If he wants to escape this girl scout's knotting nightmare, he'll need your help. Aww geez, what would he do without you?

"They sure get along quite well." The CEO's assistant muttered, their eyes staring directly at you. For someone who's supposed to be observing in secret, they sure aren't doing a decent job worth that paycheck. Not like having them here affects you. You'd still violate a few rules even if someone with authority is around.

"(Y/n)," Thoma sheepishly limped towards you, apologizing to the few empty chairs he bumped into. "C-Can you please help me tie my apron?"

"Heh, yup! Sure thing!!!"

Childe looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow from the other side of the room. "You're really going to ask for THEIR help?"

Thoma froze.

The Mondstadter had been hanging out with you a lot lately that he forgot you're not the most reliable person out there. Hard not to like him. Blondes are pretty cool. Men are cool, in general.

Your iconic grin is back in town.

"O-Oh, never mind! I'll just ask Ajax–"

"Naahhhh, you're here now!" You smiled, making grabby hand gestures. "C'mon, let me tie it for you~."

The poor blonde's smile was forced upward and twisted from too much pressure. He carefully handed you his apron with unfathomable reluctance–

But before you could take it, another hand yanked Thoma's away, prompting him to yelp. That hand was slightly damp, clear that it just came from the restroom.

Itto's grip tightened.

"Tie it yourself, Thoma."

Thoma gulped.

You couldn't see from this angle, but whatever Thoma saw, you had an inkling that it wasn't anything other people ought to see.

Zhongli tensed up. "Itto, that's enough–"

"YOU!!!"

Before anyone got another word out about Itto's strange outburst, another voice called out. You barely looked away.

You already know who it is.

"Why hello, Akira!" You greeted with clenched teeth.

One problem after another.

Most of Itto's fans are men. It's entertaining how they get hyped up whenever he's on stage. He's a role model when comes to exercise. You would know since you've once encountered an obsessed fan who gushed about how Itto's poster motivates him to do more push-ups and lunges and still insists he doesn't have a crush on Itto. His fans' muscles may be as strong as bricks but their heterosexuality weakens around him. As it damn should, honestly. You don't have any sports so listening to them talk was like watching a toddler show off their jumping skills.

That fan was funny, but Akira? Not by a long shot.

He was supposedly Itto's first stan. And stalkers are not funny.

"Why are you still his producer?!"

The CEO's assistant looked around, asking how the stalker got in under hushed whispers but to no avail. Your eyelids lowered.

You're going to have a serious talk with security later.

You shrugged with a small, innocent smile. "Cuz I'm an amazing person...?"

"No! Hell no!!!" Akira grumbled. "You're a psychopath! You're not a real fan, you're just doing this for the money!!!"

No shit, Sherlock. Don't be delusional. No one works for free.

You huffed.

"Sure, maybe I have problems using empathy sometimes, but take one good look at your situation and you'd realize that you're the one who looks like a psychopath right now."

Akira shut his mouth up immediately.

You looked at Dainsleif, who understood your signal.

You're pissed and you want Akira out.

Dainsleif nodded, grabbing Akira's shoulder.

You closed your eyes, drowning out the sound of Akira's loud complaints with your louder slurping. Knowing Dainsleif's skills, he would've peacefully kicked the stalker out of the building.

"You okay, bro?"

You opened your eyes again.

The stalker's gone, and Itto is sitting right in front of your table.

"Yeah, of course, I am."

Itto smiled. Don't be fooled, he was wholly aware that you're angry– you have the tendency to repress your anger and he knows you're harboring some spite.

"You know what will get him to stop?" He grinned, snapping his fingers like he was the smartest person in the room (he's not.)

"A good beating."

You chuckled, your voice mixed with concern and intrigue. "What? No. I'm a nice person. I ain't letting ya."

"Are you nice or are you just my producer? Anyways, yeah, but what if, I like, challenge him in a dance competition?"

You looked at him laconically.

That must be…

"The stupidest idea I have ever heard." You patted his back. Hard. Itto spat his drink, the brown liquid spilling to his chin like baby food. "I LOVE it. Go kick his ass."

Ain't no way you're passing up a chance to enable his family-friendly bullshit.

Ahh, you love life. It’s things like this that makes life worth living, because despite how empty you may feel at the end of the day, you at least know that you were a piece of something great.

A piece that caused Arataki “Numero Uno” Itto challenge a stalker fan into an impromptu dance competition.

Itto raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were gonna stop me."

"Well, you know how my mind works. If it is funny, then you should probably do it. Unless you, or someone else, get hurt. 'Cuz then it's a lot less funny…"

But then you remembered there was this one time you convinced Itto that "STFU" means "so thankful for you" and he sent that shit to his grandmother. Who then whooped his ass. With a wooden spoon. In front of CEO Alhaitham.

Oh, this poor summer country boy.

A strange chortle-like noise exited your lips.

"Wh-what is it?"

"Ohh, nothiiing." You patted his head, this time, you didn't ruffle his hair. "Hmm... I'll give you permission to challenge him in this dance competition thingy, but it better be AFTER the event, mkayyy?"

"Hmm! You got it, boss!"

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So, that was a fucking lie.

"YOU WANT TO GO, HUH?!"

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU BEAT ME UP– THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT, BOSS!!!"

You just got back from buying some pins at the convenience store to secure Itto's apron, and this is the thanks you'll get? You pinched your temple, sighing with an eerily large smile.

This doesn't look like a dance competition.

As Itto grabs Akira by the collar, the crowd that had formed around them just stood and stared. It's a good thing that phones are prohibited. Kaeya was close by, but he doesn't seem motivated to dissuade his unit mate either. Annoyingly, you got a glance from the man that said "find a way to stop him."

Hah! Like that's easy– Wait.

Out of the blue, you recalled a vital memory.

A week after you started working for Itto, you found him losing his shit over a deranged fan who insulted his best friend, Kuki. You'll never forget the way he bent his knees, ready to pounce until the show was abruptly interrupted by ADDICKTZ's Creative Director, who hurled a cup of soybeans in his way. You received some more beans from Sir Zandik, who advised you to take similar action should the need arise... but you already ate them months ago.

How troublesome, but Arabic beans should work.

Ayato's eyes widened as your unsanitized hand reached for the bean bowl. "Stay still, Mx. (Y/n), don't do anything rash–"

With amazing precision, the beans reached their target.

Plunk.

The Kamisato heir shut their eyes, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"Ow– what was that for?!" Itto frowned angrily. "Seriously, what the hell, (Y/..."

…

Arataki Itto stared at you blankly, his eyes slowly rolling upward.

"... Itto?"

"... (Y/n)..."

"Y-Yeah?"

"I… t-trust you, homie–" His eyes fluttered, closing gradually while his knees buckled.

"Catch me."

"Huh? H-Hey, wait–"

THUD!!!

Just like a snail's shell boldly crossing a busy pedestrian lane, your body was absolutely wrecked. Your upper back hit the floor first as you cradled Itto's weight between your arms.

Everyone was stunned. Kaeya's producer looked at you in confusion.

"Do you have any idea what you just did...?"

"I have no idea what I've done either, heh." You wheezed, unable to breathe properly as Itto crushed your lungs. "All I know is that Dottore told me to do that if he starts acting violently."

Dainsleif and Zhongli immediately rushed towards you and Itto, with the latter fruitlessly attempting to dial 911 with his lack of technological wisdom. Diluc came back, asking what the hell just happened before Childe and Dainsleif carried Itto off you. Meanwhile, Ayato stood by the corner, laughing to himself. You would too if you weren't so busy getting suffocated by Itto's comically heavy muscles.

Childe slapped the back of your head after you were safely untangled from the unconscious man's limbs. "You idiot! He's allergic to beans!!!"

"... Hehe, whoops?" You heard CEO Alhaitham's assistant sigh from behind you, but you still quipped up a joke. "Can I blame Master Dottore for this, pretty pleease?"

"Arataki Itto is your responsibility, Mx. (Y/n)" Someone spoke in a low, reverberating voice.

Everyone stopped to look at Zhongli, whose face expressed indifference yet his crossed arms exude something far more ineffably foreboding.

"As written in the contract, a TEYVAT PRODUCTIONS producer should be the one looking after their idols if they're admitted to the hospital, correct?"

You stiffened.

Oh no.

"... Hey, Ayato?"

"Hmm?" He answered with a hand covering his clearly smiling face.

"How long does allergy-induced comas last–"

Dainsleif chuckled, replying instead of the young politician. "Could be between 24 to 48 hours."

"Fuck."

Needless to say, you brought this to yourself.

... So long, 3-day vacation.

You want to turn into a snail.

The remainder of the event came to an abrupt end. The CEO's assistant rescheduled everything while the remaining ADDICKTZ producers unwillingly cleaned up everything. Compared to Zhongli, who sat back down on an empty table with his osmanthus tea, Childe was the loudest complainer. Being wise beyond his years, the Liyue man drank in silence while ignoring the mayhem going on around him.

If everyone saw the way both Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto and his accomplice Akira smirked when you chucked a bean to his head, you might just catch on that he's keener than what most underestimated him for.

Your idol noticed that you've been busy hanging with Thoma lately and wanted to monopolize your attention for a while, so he staged himself up for a beating. Did Itto plan on getting completely knocked out by beans? No, probably not. You're quite unpredictable and this is merely a consequence of poor planning.

Still, unfortunately for you, Zhongli and Itto are unexpected kindred spirits. Knowing the reckless nature you both shared, Zhongli anticipated something like this might happen. It's a good thing the Liyuean helped him with revising their contract.

This will be their little secret. Unconscious men tell no tales, right?

Zhongli laughed.

Ah, youth.

Ansytea: y-you absolutely scare me, please kindly accept this offering, my lord snail– anyways, thank you for joining the 1k event!!!

#tag: yan!1k idol event #arataki itto x reader #yandere arataki itto x reader #yandere arataki itto #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere fanfiction #yancore #yandere itto #yandere oneshot #yandere idol #yandere idol genshin #ansy-writes

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fleabagsjoy · 2 years

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A Way Out (Part 1)

summary: what if carol didn't shoot owen that night and he made it to the infirmary with denise?

warning(s): death (canon ones), the usual violence and gore of the world of the walking dead, swearing, this work wasn't properly reviewed and english isn't my first language so there may be spelling mistakes

Disclaimer: Owen and Denise have a lot of interactions throughout this work but i feel like i have to point out that she is a lesbian and none of their interactions are supposed to be romantic/sexual or interpreted as such, on both parts for that matter.

This work on AO3: will be uploaded soon

Denise rushed him inside the first unlocked house they found and at that point Owen is in a daze, unaware of his surroundings, reconsidering his actions and principles as soon as he recognizes what he just did.

The realization that he turned back to save the Alexandria doctor from a walker, sacrificing his arm in the process, hit him unexpectedly hard and he was visibly having a difficult time processing it. Denise was unaware of this, making her first priority to save Owen’s life as she promised to do.

“The infirmary is right across the alley we need to get you there now!”

Using his belt to put together a makeshift tourniquet so he doesn’t lose any more blood, she finally looks up and his stunned expression.

“Hey!” he wastes no time vocalizing his thoughts with puzzlement and slight fear.

“The ladder was clear… I could’ve made it…”

“You turned back for me. Maybe it’s because you needed a doctor… or maybe you changed.” Denise smirks knowingly as she notices, by his confusion, that his situation is the latter.

“You ready?” Owen looks at Denise in the eyes silently confirming that he’s set on making it and help her get to the infirmary, still not quite sure about why part of him feels like he could still sacrifice her and let himself die like he thinks he should in the woods, out there.

Not because he wants to die, but because he understands his time has come, after all, that’s the way of the world.

Another part of him though, a much bigger part of him, is acting upon what Morgan preached to him during the days he was held captive. And what Denise said, in the short time he’s known her.

They spoke much louder now, he felt like he understood, yet the uncertainty in the back of his head makes him wonder about why his impulses brought him here, why he found himself saving a girl he barely knows, why he listened to, who he believed to be, a blindly hopeful and misguided man.

Nevertheless, he was set on getting where Denise needed to go, whether he was a dead man or not.

They dash towards the garage entrance, opening it and hoping they can make a run for it in the midst of all those walkers. «

Owen goes in front of Denise, shoving and ramming the walking dead bodies in sight to clear the way for them and Denise followed closely behind so that the chances of the abhorrent monsters getting to them from behind was minimal.

As Owen was focused on her and the straight line between them and the infirmary entrance, Denise tried to be as careful as possible, looking around at her surroundings, making sure no monster gets dangerously close behind them.

She notices a figure in the dark, too swift and agile to be a walker.

She doesn’t take long to notice, even in the dark, Carol’s white shirt and short grey hair, standing in the porch on their left, pointing a gun at either the walkers surrounding them or at Owen.

As she ponders about whether she should scream at her to not shoot Owen or stay silent to not draw attention to her hoping she doesn’t shoot him, she realizes she strayed a little too far from him.

Before she could react, one of the walkers firmly grabbed her by the arms and she immediately attempts to shove it off, trying not to scream.

Now hyper aware of her close surroundings she notices another two walkers getting impossibly close behind her.

Next thing Denise hears, besides the walkers moaning and grunting, is a loud gunshot.

Blood and guts are splattered around her and the walker in front of her gets aggressively pushed off with Owen’s help as he, once again, goes back to save her.

Quickly looking back and up at the porch she realizes Carol disposed of the other two behind her.

“Go!” she yells urgently and with all the noise, most of the walkers focus on Carol, prompting Owen to take the initiative and grab Denise’s hand as they make a run for it in the dark.

Shoving a few walkers still in the way with his infected arm, Owen tugs Denise to keep up with him as Heath and Aaron quickly open the door letting the two inside the infirmary.

“You okay?” Spencer hurriedly asks.

“I’m fine, how are my patients?”

“They’re doing well, we moved them upstairs just in case” Heath replies, still on edge about the critical situation they’re all in.

At first no one thinks twice about the person with Denise, not even entertaining the thought that he might be anyone from outside the community or even a threat but it doesn’t take long for them to notice the torn clothes, the dirt and, more evidently, the 'W' carved in his forehead.

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kaidenshenandoahknapp · 2 months

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this was an absurd amount of effort for what was ultimately an offhanded-joke but i needed to procrasinate lmao

if you watched @henrykathman's "Melody of Moominvalley" stream, (hi, hello, i made the thumbnail art, that was a cool surprise to see in my sub-box lol) Kathman made a comment about being glad no one has made him into a Moomintroll (or Snorktroll, i guess) because he thinks he would look like Snork

i had two thoughts in reply to this VOD:

that's probably because i would assume most video-essayist are on the spectrum of Hemulans (oversimplification: academics) to Teety-Woo/Woodies (oversimplification: big fans, arguably obsessive). you're probably more of a Hemulan? based on how you present yourself in videos? idk, i dont know you in your personal life lmao Hemulan just seems likely considering the hobby being so analytical (and also is easier for me to look at the different styles of since Woodies seem to have less general rules towards their appearance. and Teety-Woo is the only one of its kind that i know of, idk what is Teety-Woo's species and what is Teety-Woo's individuality there. but, like, that's not nearly as fun as my bullshit quiz lmao)

fucking bet

*: assets in not-gif form below Read More

(psa: please do forgive me for misspellings. i am dyslexic and will probably edit this repeatedly for quite some time, but im tired atm so Now It Is Posted)

anyway, i whipped all these up in about 2 or 3 days? idk, my chronic health issues have been a monster lately, its hard to keep track of days rn

but i made:

comics Moomintroll/Snorktroll

90s Moomintroll/Snorktroll and Hemulan

Tales From Moominvalley inspired illustration art of Hemulan where it has those lifeless "bug eyes with tiny pupils" style i love (but that i also understand why Jansson went back and gave them bigger pupils after a certain edition, and drew with more expressive eyes after a while)

why did i do three different styles + 3 different species? because i was torn on which to do and ended up pulling a classic Kaiden-Shenandoah and going "ill do more work and let them choose which one they like best". something something anxiety, i dont know what to tell you, im trying to learn self-acceptance lmao besides, it was fun to do a quicker shuft through style changes than the usual heavier studying i make Google Images help me do

speaking of, i dont often share my references because i worry about clutter, but i want to include it today and i also used less ref than usual, so you get clutter lol

(i learned last time that Tove Jansson doesn' often draw mugs; so i did my best guesses based on the references here + the result of my references the last time i drew in Jansson' style, which was more so her later novel-illustrations, if i remember right, as opposed to today. lots of best guesses today.)

first of all, i guessed on Kathman's eye-color based on zooming in and it was too pixelated to tell for sure even with the eyedropped tool. secondly, very fun tying in the blue hair dye since 90s Snork has a pink edge to his hair and Mr Hemulan has a green edge to his. last of all: i made them with (and without) a light beard/stubble, since i saw Kathman has one now. but also that was enirely guesswork on my part: Tove Jansson drew heavy-duty moustaches/beards or completely facially-hairless characters, no in-between. so i used educated guesses on how to adapt that. and i feel a bit like i did the male version of that one Snorkmaiden lipstick comic for my efforts lmao but hey! i tried!

my only thing is idk which set to upload to instagram, bc doing all the assets of with/out facial hair feels oddly excessive and maybe goes past instagram's images-per-post limit, idk, ill upload these there someday i guess. really wish instagram would let me post a gif but idk how to do that. c'est la vie

you also may notice one of the Hemulan sets includes a magnifying glass. i just thought it was thematically appropriate for someone analytical, especially since one of my references above did have it available for me to also reference lol

as a fun detail, i did a more Police Inspector color palette for the 90s Hemulan design, and a more Moominpappa palette for the 90s Moomintroll/Snorktroll designs. hence why those colors aren't the same

and the last thing is that i made the comic assets yellow-y to reflect the aging of paper and the quality of the photo references i have. (Henry Kathman, if you want to edit them to be white for the aesthetic of something, feel totally free)

here's all the assets i made in total. the gif version felt the most succint but yeah. also, Henry Kathman, if you are reading this: same rules apply. feel free to use these in anything you want, credit would be nice. (also, very sweet that you saw my name change away from my childhood nickname, i appreciate that 🫶). credit in the future can be to either here or my instagram (which i changed to match this hyphen-less url, since tumblr terminated my last blog for unknown reasons) i hope you are not upset that i went against your wishes of gratitude that nobody had drawn you as a Moomintroll/Snorktroll, but i hope the fact that i think you don't look like Snork even as a Moomintroll/Snorktroll helps. i hope you also dont mind the Hemulan additions lmao. but yeah, i wont blame you if you prefer the more human (or arguably Mymble? idk species) style i did beforehand in the last batch and don't use these. that one has way more references with lots of drafts and this is more of me messing around and finalizing the first draft i made each time around lol but i think they came out fun! very silly distraction, thanks for the idea lmao

thanks to Henry Kathman for the fun VOD and the much-(un)needed procrastination excuse. it was a good distraction from a pretty bad flare-up in my disability and a full plte of things to do that i needed an escape from. hope youre having a great day!

#my art #henry kathman #me #moomin #moomin valley #hemulans

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2004): Decade

After being highlighted in the Top 100 WADs of All Time with both Null Space from 2001 and Doom Raider: Crypt of the Vile from 2003, Russel Pearson has been once again awarded for his contributions to the WAD-making community in 2004. This time, with one of the first Cacowards for this map. And as for me, it’s the third time I’ll be taking a look at his work.

G2: Decade

Main author(s): Russell Pearson

Release date: June 3rd, 2004 (original release)/ September 2004 (database upload)

Version played: ???

Required port compatibility: ZDoom

Levels: 1 (MAP01 replacement)

Decade is somewhat of a celebration of the 10th birthday of the Doom franchise. Some of you might even consider this map as a condensed version of the classic games.

It all started in mid-November, 2003 when the author found out about Doom’s 10th anniversary. He decided to make a map for this occasion (that started as a hybrid of the first maps from both games), and he made it. It was rubbish, he thought, salvaged what he thought had potential, and created what you can see today. Bigger and more linear than he thought, but still considered to be a well-done map by him.

Now, it’s my turn to check if this map is worthy of celebrating Doom’s 10th anniversary, or just celebrating this franchise overall.

I don’t really have anything bad to say about how this map looks. Sure, I could whine that it doesn’t look interesting texture-wise, how it’s yet another Knee-Deep in the Dead-themed, tech base map, or how it looks basic and doesn’t try that hard, but it makes sense here since Decade, as I said already, is a celebration of the Doom franchise achieving ten years of its existence.

And for this celebration, I really adore the references to the original maps. Maps like Hangar,

Deimos Anomaly,

Hell Keep,

or Refueling Base among other maps referenced in Decade.

As always, using a music track from Doom I instead of Doom II is always a bonus since it makes the map less stale to play.

Gameplay-wise, this map is rather simple to play. Typical Doom gameplay on a moderately big map, as it should be for the reasons I’ve already mentioned. Although, Decade tends to spice up some stuff.

Unlike the classic Doom games, Decade requires you to jump. Usually in terms of secrets and grabbing an item on boxes but there is one moment in the yellow key area where jumping is basically needed to get the key without melting in acid.

There is one interesting case where you encounter a set of four switches.

One of these will lower the lift nearby, two will raise some pillars with plasma and the last one will summon a bunch of Imps. Now, the funny thing about these switches that I notices while gathering material for secrets and screenshots, is that they are randomized. I don’t remember ever encountering (or at least noticing) such a funny mechanic in a custom Doom map/WAD. It kind of gives Decade a slight replay value.

There is another funny moment with a stack of boxes full of rockets.

When you encounter them the first time playing this map, you might think that by reaching their other side, you will be able to grab them, right? No. Turns out that you can only get like one or two rockets before blowing the barrel in the middle of the stack. Guess what happens next?

You actually need to do this if you want to get the secret in one of the previous areas. It’s kind of clever and hilarious.

Decade is challenging. It’s not as challenging as, let’s say, Deus Vult for instance but it can still screw you over if you are not constantly vigilant. It will also be one step ahead of you most of the time. Falling back to the previous room to bottleneck the enemies while they are trying to squeeze through the door? Guess what? Either more enemies will spawn in that area or the doors are shut. Either way, you are screwed unless you play this map slowly.

Even though on Hurt Me Plenty, this map starts at 634 enemies and may go even up to over 750, around 2/3rds of the enemies are low-tier. Half of them are actually Imps that can be easily mowed down if you are good at dodging, even though it tends to be tiring at the beginning and the end of a map for different reasons.

In order to spice shit up, the map introduces Supercharged enemies. You can recognize them by the platform that is lightened in red.

These enemies will keep resurrecting themselves until you deactivate the charger they are standing on. Thankfully there are only two of these enemies (replacing Cyberdemons and Spiderdemons). Supercharged Revenants now fire two rockets in a series while Supercharged Mancubi, instead of firing 2*3 fireballs, now shoot a volley of five projectiles in a horizontal line. Also, they are around twice as tanky as their normal counterparts.

I encountered one bug during my blind playthrough. When disabling one of the resurrection chargers, the uber-Revenant basically died after turning it off, like he was crushed or something.

Also, there is one interesting thing that is not a glitch but it’s worth mentioning. One of the secrets requires a set of teleporters (where the last one is hidden) to be used. But there is an unofficial way to get there too. You can cheese it by strafe-jumping from one of the Revenant platforms to get to the secret. And since jumping is now needed, well...

>:]

Decade is a lovable map that is a good choice for celebrating Doom’s birthday. Even though it can kick your ass, it’s still fun to play. If you are interested in this map, you can download either the original version from 2004 or the remaster from 2019 (that I’ll review in the rather distant future).

Three maps from Russell Pearson and a hat trick of really good quality. That’s how maps/WAD for ZDoom should’ve evolved: as an extension of Boom mechanics and features, rather than pretending to be some big, ambitious mod that wants to be the next Half-Life or something.

Tune in next time, folks, when we will be taking a look at the full version of RTC-3057 (or what was left of it after it was abandoned).

Bye!

#doom #Doom WAD #review #doom mod #Doom 2 #2004 #doom 2004 #decade #decade wad #doom decade #Doom WADs’ Roulette #cacowards

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the-hydroxian-artblog · 2 years

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can you tell us more about the imps??? your ocs baxter and clay are really funny

To be clear, I designed Clayton for a friend! But yes, Baxter is my own, the first imp I ever designed (and kinda the.. only one I really draw, since imps aren't as popular as my other robots. for that reason, thanks for asking about them!!)

Imagine if for any kind of magical setting in any time period, there were just. These guys. These mostly short, dwarven-ish, kobold-ish robot-imps that did construction work to help make those giant, crazy castles you see in concept art, or all those spaces that are "bigger on the inside" that fae folk live in, and you sorta get what they are.

Now, for the meat and potatoes.

Cyber Imps are mechanical, corporeal demons made purely of machine parts and synthetic flesh, and have little to no actual magic themselves. Instead, their ability to calculate probabilities via just observation makes them masters of artificing, insurance planning, architecture, and more rarely, medicine. Most imps can calculate the time a building will fall over or when a person will die from natural causes, down to the year. This is known as their "risk sense", in which they can sense the natural risk of "failure" for anything they observe. Humans, fae, cryptids, or otherwise, have contracted them throughout history to help build all sorts of things, and when imps build something, it usually lasts a very, very long time.

Imps technically operate on a caste system, but due to their "risk sense", they often revolt against any given leader who isn't competent enough at their job and is too risky to follow the orders of. Most imps can also just bail from a clan to start their own, so kinda a not-so-indentured servitude situation. They used to live more feudally, but later adopted a more anarchist/libertarian-ish approach to their work, doing things in exchange for simple resources like oil or even money (if an imp tells you your civilization's currency is too risky to invest in, invest in something else quick.)

Culturally, imps are mostly brash and extroverted, and appear to be extremely reckless daredevils due to their risk sense. In reality, they can do seemingly riskier things because they know when certain actions are actually much safer to perform. Because they can also self-repair and are just really durable in general, they like to get into actually unsafe stunts anyway, as more likely than not they'll either walk away from it, or get their pieces picked up by trusted buddies and get welded back together in no time at all. They like to play with guns recreationally. Don't gamble against a cyber imp; These fuckers know how to win at coinflips just by watching you flip a coin enough times first.

On that note, most imps who go solo in life will usually be some form of freelance gunman, or form a small pirate band or private military squad with others. in this instance, they're a lot like the sort of mooks you'd find on the final stage of an fps game; tanky, hard-hitting, and too good at evading your own aim.

Baxter is an agile, skilled marksman, and is really fucking annoying for most adversaries to fight. He's trained via methods that are considered risky by imp-standards, and has honed his own risk sense to borderline pre-cognition levels. Most martial arts are virtually ineffective on him as long as he can see the movement of your own limbs within a millisecond, unless you have any kind of super-speed.

Imps are virtually immortal, save for really poor maintenance or flaws in their hibernation mode in the worse cases. If an imp dies but their brains are salvageable, their memories and skills are uploaded into a database, and re-inserted into a new imp. This usually done with the pre-written consent of the imp. Often times, those memories and skills are scrambled in some way for the sake innovating on the previous donor, but donors can request as much of their original selves to be reinstalled as possible.

It can also be done with human brains. It's as disorienting as it sounds.

That's the broad-strokes of it all. If anyone wants to use them in a tabletop campaign, I literally only ask for credit for the initial idea and notes provided. Otherwise, go nuts.

#Cyber Imp #Character Design #Fantasy Race Design #Baxter #anthro #scalie?#kemono #eh

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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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batfam and flashfam reaction to barry and bruce dating? or the league? or the ccpd's reaction that barry is dating BRUCE WAYNE? idk

sorry this took so long! work got in the way lol

old news.

Clark set his tablet down on the conference table, retaking his seat between Diana and J’onn. “…that was all Natasha uncovered from the artillery left behind after we scared the sellers away,” he explained, “she and John think they can figure out, though, where these weapons originated from, but that might take time.”

“Do we have time?” Bruce asked, “It seems like Gotham’s infested with these guns. Just the other day Oracle’s agents were caught in the middle of a crossfire between drug runners and Peacekeepers, both groups armed with this… alien gear.”

“Playing both sides?” Kendra suggested, leaning forward in her seat, “Is it one group looking to stoke chaos by fueling fire to already heated factions, or are we seeing two sellers from the same planet jockeying for control of the market.”

“Whether it’s one or two sellers coming from the same place we don’t know,” Clark told her, “But we do know that some of the weapons smuggling groups already active aren’t happy. From what Lois says, Intergang is having issues moving their merchandise because of the damage these newer weapons can do, and they’re running their own investigation into the matter.”

“So if Intergang isn’t behind this, then can we take Apokolips out of the equation?” Barry asked, sipping some coffee. That was his eighth, the other seven, empty, Styrofoam cups littering his table space. “Since Intergang and Apokolips are pretty tight knit?”

“We can’t rule Apokolips out as being behind these weapons, unfortunately,” Diana sighed. She grabbed her own tablet, tapping the screen. A holograph lit from the center of the table, highlighting the deathly, firepit ridden planet. “Though Darkseid and Intergang have a relationship, many members of the Apokoliptian court wouldn’t think twice about underhanded dealings that might benefit them. Or, possibly, Darkseid is betraying Intergang – taking out the middleman, so to speak. Testing new weapons we haven’t seen, spreading them across Earth so we’re distracted from other matters… until Scott and Barda tell us it’s not New God tech, we have to keep this possibility in mind, like the possibility that it might be magic –“

“I’ve made your concerns aware, Diana,” Clark said, “I’ve even put the Irons in contact with Kent and Khalid. We’re open to every possibility, which reminds me… Hal? Have you updated the League database with your latest ring files?”

Hal hissed, deflating, sliding down in his seat. “Not yet. Kinda got sidetracked by that earthquake in San Juan.”

“Why don’t you do that now, then,” Clark said, “as long as no one else has anything to add?” The remainder of their League remained silent. “Good. Then I guess we’re done.”

The team began shifting from business into a more relaxed attitude. Clark and Diana started trading stories about their weeks, having not seen each other since the last meeting. Kendra crept her way towards J’onn, hands sliding across his shoulders as she whispered something in his ear that made him smile. Arthur mumbled under his breath in Atlantean, disengaged with surface drama for the moment with something on his tablet.

Hal turned to Barry, nudging him with his elbow. “Hey,” he whispered, “I was thinking drinks. You in? Course, I need to get that file download, but that shouldn’t take long. If you want to wait –“

“No.”

Both Hal and Barry whipped their heads to where Bruce sat, the other man not looking up from his tablet as he spoke. “No?” Hal asked, “What’s it to you? I wasn’t inviting you.”

“I know,” he said, “but I was answering for Barry. He can’t get drinks with you because he has a prior engagement.” Bruce’s gaze moved from the tablet to Barry, a softer expression, foreign to his usual gruff demeanor, graced his features. “A reservation for two at Girabaldi’s, tonight, seven o’clock.”

Barry glowed, lightning crackling off his body as a sign Hal recognized of his friend’s utter delight. “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” Bruce shrugged, “figured it might be a change of pace given our last few dates.”

No one breathed at that moment. Time slowed, Hal noticing every Leaguer situated around the table pausing what they did. Everyone seemed intrigued with the current revelation happening before them.

Barry snorted into the dregs of his last coffee. “Well… rooftops can be romantic, but it was all starting to get a bit repetitive…” he said, “And having someone else besides me deliver our food is a definite plus.”

“Wait, hold on a second!” Hal interrupted their flirting with a glowing, green wall that separated his best friend and his colleague. “What is happening?”

“We were talking, Hal,” Barry hissed, jabbing him in the stomach, “Can you can it with the lightshow?”

Bruce hissed under breath, “Rude…”

“Sorry, sorry…” Hal replied, sarcastically, making the wall bigger and more ornate, “I guess the whole you dating freakin’ Batmanof it all kinda took me off guard.”

“Kinda threw us all for a loop…” Clark added. A sharp glance from Bruce cut him down a size, causing Clark to blush and stare at his lap sheepishly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “didn’t mean to speak out of turn.”

“Seriously,” Bruce rose, addressing the group, “none of you were aware that Barry and I’ve been dating these past few months?”

“Months?”

Sighing, pinching his brow, Bruce stood there for a beat. Then, he turned. His cape swooshed behind him as he exited. “I can’t believe this.”

Barry smiled at the others, shrugging, “We did think you all knew already, if it makes you feel any better?” He vanished from sight, too, not even bothering to clean up his litter.

Hal slumped in his chair, the green wall dissipating, almost as if it never existed. “Barry and… and Bruce? I can’t believe it.” He pointed at the door where the two men left, asking, “Seriously, did that even happen?”

“It did,” Arthur said, “It most certainly did?”

“Well, what do we do now?”

No one dared to speak, save Diana. She cleared her throat, steeping her fingers, carefully parsing through her words carefully. “We don’t do anything besides what we were already doing,” she said, “Which, for you, Hal, means uploading those files.” She collected her tablet, levelling a stern stare at the remaining Leaguers. “Understood?”

Everyone agreed. The others followed Diana from the room, leaving Hal by himself. He stretched out across the table, knocking into Barry’s empty coffee cups with a frown. “Barry and Bruce,” he muttered, “how the hell didn’t I notice… months! For months! Barry’s been putting up with Bruce’s ass for months!”

#justice league #batflash #batman #flash #batman x flash #bruce wayne x barry allen #bruce wayne #barry allen #hal jordan #clark kent #diana prince #dc comics #dcu #dc fanfic #batflash fanfic #i've been percolating this for awhile before the suggestion was even thrown my way however the set up was different #altho I do like the set up in this it feels nice

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Coney Island

Hi friends! I appreciate all the love and response I’ve gotten for my writing over the past week or so. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel loved! This is another little idea that came one night when I was screaming to a good friend of mine (which is how a lot of my ideas come to me lmao) about how pre-serum 1940s Steve deserves the best. It’s not necessarily my best work, but Steve Rogers deserves some love too. I hope you guys enjoy! Also please feel free to let me know what you guys would like to see me write next :) Enjoy! xo

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader

Word count: 1895

Warnings: swearing and bad attempts at being funny lol

a/n: this was uploaded on mobile because I’m at work tonight so if it looks funky I apologize! I’ll try to fix it after I finish my 3 night stint lol.

As the sun began to set and the hot July air began to cool, Steve couldn’t believe the situation he’d found himself in yet again.

“Come on, pal,” Bucky chuckled as he pat his friend roughly on the shoulder, “I’ve never met someone who was this upset to meet up with a couple of beautiful ladies.”

“What? And somehow be the third wheel on a double date again?” Steve quipped back at his long time friend.

Bucky replied with a roll of his eyes and waved off his friend, turning his body toward the Coney Island parking lot to see if he could find the girls they were supposed to be meeting.

Steve regretted that he sounded so bitter, but these “double dates” that Bucky dragged him on were somewhat of a joke. It was always the same song and dance. The girl who Bucky was attempting to court would bring a friend, either for moral support or to try and set her up, and that friend would always be wholly disappointed when she saw that Steve was who she was stuck with. Steve knew that not every girl had to like him, of course, but occasionally it would be nice to be as sought after or wanted as Bucky was - or at least to not be looked through by every girl he met.

“There they are,” Bucky grinned, raising his arms above his head to signal the two, “over here!”

Steve took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable look of disappointment that he had become so accustomed to. Instead, as he turned he was met with a stunning pair of eyes and a soft smile splayed across the most incredible pair of lips he’d ever laid his eyes on. Seeing you made him feel like all the air had been forced out of his lungs and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t catch his breath. The only other time he remembered experiencing the sensation was after a particularly bad time that he had gotten the living hell beat out of him in the alleyway - except this time, it was a good feeling.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.” You said, your voice soft and warm - like honey.

There’s no way that could be a blush on your cheeks, right?

“Well, we already got our tickets,” Bucky’s voice brought Steve back to the present, “so what do you say we head in?”

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For the first time in, well, forever, Steve actually found himself enjoying the evening. The small talk didn’t feel stiff or forced, you never recoiled at any of the accidental touches throughout the night, and you actually looked him in the eyes when you were having a conversation. If you were disappointed in being stuck with Steve, you hid it pretty well.

The unrelenting sun had finally set and the colorful lights of various rides and booths reflected off of the water. You had been on a couple rides, enjoyed some hot dogs and funnel cakes, and now the group of you had been sucked into one of those carnival game booths. Bucky was attempting, as usual, to show off for your friend by trying to win her a stuffed animal.

“Would you like to take a walk or something?” Your voice captured Steve’s attention as he turned to look at you. You grinned a little before adding, “It’s kind of sickening to stand here and watch them act like this.”

Steve was caught off guard, both at the jab directed to your friends and the fact that you would even consider being alone with him.

“I, uh, yeah, sure, we could do that,” he nodded quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You smiled and started down the boardwalk.

This is too good to be true, right? He thought to himself. She’s obviously just trying to be nice.

“Steve?” your voice cut through his doubts. He hadn’t even realized that you made it several feet away from him and he was still planted in the same spot.

“Oh! Yeah, coming! Sorry!” Steve blushed as he hurried to catch up with you.

The two of you walked side by side for a few minutes, an oddly comfortable silence lingering between you.

“How are-”

“Have you-”

Steve’s eyes met yours as you both began to speak simultaneously and you shared a laugh together. Steve could feel the warmth rising in his face and he hoped to God that he wasn’t blushing like an idiot.

“You first,” he smiled softly.

“I was just going to ask how long you and James have known each other?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

And there it was.

To anyone else the question would seem innocent, but Steve knew better. You had only drawn Steve away so you could question him about his friend - the same way every other person before you had done. There was a heat building inside Steve’s stomach. How could he be so stupid? How could he actually believe that someone like you could be interested in someone like him?

“T-the only reason I ask is,” you blurted, sounding...nervous? “well, because the two of you are so different. I mean, not in a bad way! Just like, James is so...cocky and loud and you’re...well you’re not.”

Steve stopped walking and looked at you. His thoughts were racing through his brain like a freight train. What exactly were you trying to say?

“God I'm so bad with words,” you laughed, shaking your head, “just forget I said anything at all.”

“You don’t have to feel bad for me, you know. If that’s what this is.” Steve couldn’t hold back the words, and they sounded much colder than he meant them to. He was just so tired of living in his friend’s shadow. The only time girls were ever nice to him was because they wanted to impress Bucky. He was sure that’s what you were doing too.

Once he noticed your brows furrow and a look of sadness overcome your face, he wanted nothing more than to rewind time and take his words back.

“Is that the type of person you think I am, Steve?” Your voice came out a little shaky, but Steve could still hear the hurt he had caused.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he started as his hands fell from his face and he met your gaze again, “I’m just...I’m not used to this.”

“And what exactly is this?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Someone on these double dats being interested in me.”

He could tell that his words caught you off guard. You were quiet and your arms slowly fell to your side. Steve was having trouble reading your expression, but it looked somewhere between someone who saw a puppy left on the side of the road and someone who was trying to understand a foreign language.

“Just...Just forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” Steve waved his hand, as if he was trying to dismiss the conversation.

What he didn’t expect was for your hand to intertwine with his.

Steve’s gaze lingered on your connected hands for a minute before traveling to meet your eyes.

“You’re not very good at this, Rogers.” You said with a small laugh, “Here I was, thinking I was being too obvious.”

“I-I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Steve slowly responded.

You laughed again, the sound slowly becoming one of his favorites. Before he knew what was going on, you were pressed flush against him and capturing his lips with yours.

This would make the third time Steve had felt the wind be knocked from his lungs.

The kiss was slow, soft, and unlike any other he had ever experienced. It reminded him of the time his dad told him how he knew his mom was the one.

Well, when we kissed it felt like the rest of the world melted away. At that moment in time, it was just her and I.

A shiver ran down his spine as the warmth of your lips left his. As though he was drunk or coming out of a haze, it took him a moment to open his eyes and focus his vision back on you. There was a cute pinkness to your cheeks and you had a doe-eyed expression. It took a moment for the heartbeat in his ears to fade away - the joyful screams of park patrons and whirring of machinery returning.

“I like you, Steve,” You told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “In fact, I've liked you for a while.”

You watched as Steve’s adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

“You,” Steve cleared his throat as the word came out as a squeak, “you do?”

That smile he adored returned to your lips as you nodded, “I do.”

Before he had an opportunity to respond, you were speaking again.

“I see you at school, you know, around town too. I’ve always noticed how kind you are to everyone. The way you hold the door open for the old ladies at Church. That one time you gave Johnny your lunch because his parents forgot to pack him one?” the smile on your face growing bigger as you recounted the times in which you fell for Steve Rogers, “I mean, what’s not to like.”

Steve felt an asthma attack coming on.

“James is nice and all,” you leaned in then, as if you were telling a secret, “but he’s also kind of a bastard.”

Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that tumbled from his lips and you quickly joined him. This felt like some sort of twisted dream to him - you standing here, confessing your feelings to him. Never in a million years did he think someone as beautiful as you would even talk to him, let alone have feelings for him.

“Obviously I’m kidding, but in all honesty... you are one of the best men I’ve ever met, Steve. I’m sorry that any one has ever made you feel less than.” You squeezed his hand again.

This time it was Steve who initiated the kiss, holding your face between his hands as he moved his lips against yours. Your hands found a place on his waist and your bodies slotted against one another - like they were two puzzle pieces made to fit into one another. You tasted sweet, like funnel cake, and your lips were soft against his slightly chapped ones. Steve hadn’t kissed very many people in his lifetime, but if this were the last kiss he got to have - he could die a happy man.

“Ahem,”

The two of you separated to see your friend, holding a huge stuffed bear, and Bucky standing before you, grinning like fools.

“Are we interrupting something?” Bucky mocked the two of you, sending a wink to Steve.

“Shut it, Buck.” Steve warned, although he couldn’t help but grin back at his friend.

“Come on, lovebirds” Bucky teased, “my girl here wants to ride the ferris wheel again.”

You smoothed out your dress and smiled at Steve, lacing your fingers once again with his as the two of you followed your friends toward the ferris wheel.

For once, Steve was going to have to thank Bucky tomorrow.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #preserum steve #Chris Evans characters #steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x you #steve rogers x y/n #marvel fanfiction #1940s!steve

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donaidk · 3 years

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Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

Kind of Taglist: @mickschumcher, @art-gp

Title Song | Masterlist | Taglist/Queue | Request

With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. �� Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

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rosecoloredbi-writes · 3 years

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Settle

Summary: After the death of your best friend and their spouse, you went from Godparent to Parent overnight. Now, Mio is your world. Because of this new role, you move back to Tokyo, Japan in order to keep Mio with her friends and her school, even if it means you might run into *him*.

Warnings: Mentions of stalking. Swearing probably. Cannon violence. Single parenthood. barely mentions Mio's parents passing.

Gender Neutral!Reader x Shouta Aizawa (Eventual)

Mentions of past GN!Reader x Dabi

A/N: Okay here is my first fic for My Hero Academia! I got the idea for it earlier today and figured I'd just post this first part I just finished and see if I should keep uploading. This is the first thing I've written in a while and I'm so excited to be writing again :)

It took him a moment to reorient himself, but he knew where he was going. A few more buildings and finally to his perch, he looked in to see you, and to his surprise, a child- no older than five, maybe 6, snuggled into your chest, your arms protectively around them. He stayed in his hiding spot for a while as you slept with your child. He hadn’t been informed there would be a child.

About an hour later, he noticed another person watching you in the shadows, just like he was. He would have to stay all night to make sure no one harmed you.

You controlled your breathing, not wanting the two sets of eyes to know you were awake, to know that you knew they were there. This way you had the advantage. You didn’t know what they wanted, but either way, you had a bad feeling about it.

She began to stir as the sun shone through the open window, stretching her small arms and legs before turning back to face you.

“Good morning my sunshine,” you said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

She nodded her head before sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Guess it’s time to get up, huh Mio,” you stood up and picked your girl up, giving her a squeeze as your eyes glanced around. Only one set of eyes, you realized making you shiver.

You did your best to keep to your usual routine and soon enough you were out the door, Mio's hand in yours.

The school Mio attended was used to having students whose parents were pro heroes, so you gave her teacher the signal and they knew something was up and knew not to release even to the people you had given the school the okay to. After a kiss goodbye, you headed to the market, now with your headphones on, music off.

You hummed as you looked through the isles of food, picking up the few things you needed and setting them in your basket. The bakery you worked at was out of a special type of flour you needed to bake a client’s cake with. Once everything was paid for and in tow, you noticed a red feather settled amongst the items.

Why is Hawks following me? What does he need from me and why?

You carried on with your day, hoping he hadn’t noticed that you had noticed.

That is until he came into the bakery. You ducked just in time and took a deep breath, coming back out to the front after he dinged the bell.

He was about to say something, a dumb smirk on his face, but you cut him off.

“Why are you following me?” You asked, trying your best to sound confident and brave.

His features dropped and his eyes narrowed before quickly going back to a leisurely look. “You’re better than they told me you’d be,” He finally said.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the little door and opened it for him, gesturing for him to follow you to the back. Once you were settled you told him to start talking.

“I really shouldn’t be telling you any of this bu-”

“I know someone else is following me,” you said, cutting him off again. “I need to know who, why, and if my daughter is in danger.”

“Straight to the point. I like a person who knows what they want,” he commented, eyebrow raised. This had you rolling your eyes again. “We don’t know why or if your daughter is going to be targeted, but we are pretty sure the League of Villains is watching you.”

You took in a sharp inhale. There was only one person who you could think of that would have joined up with them and you knew why he was watching you. You should have recognized the bright blue of his eyes. “Dabi.”

You were very quickly taken into hiding with a man you didn’t know, cause that made you feel safe and protected. But, you pulled some information out of him. For example, his name was Aizawa Shouta and he was an underground hero. His quirk allowed him to erase other people’s quirks, thus the name Eraser Head. He also had a cool capture weapon he wore as a scarf. You tried to mess with it once and it didn’t end well.

You were allowed to go pick Mio up, but you were discreetly escorted by Aizawa who was now in street clothes, hair tied up, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Mio was confused as to who the man was and gave you a questioning look. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend,” you told her softly as the three of you began back to the safe house. Once there, you introduced the two.

She was tense but eventually got comfortable when she saw that you were okay.

“She’s cute,” you turn to Aizawa who is watching Mio with a soft smile on his face.

“She’s the best kid a parent could ask for,” you replied. “Her quirk,” you started slowly after a moment had gone by, “we don’t know a lot about it, but it has to do with her voice. I don’t know who it came from either. I’m not her biological parent, I was her godparent. And then her parents died and here we are. She’s only said a few words out loud and whatever happened, it scared her into staying silent.”

He nodded. “So Y/N, what is your quirk? Does it have to do with your increased senses?”

“That’s mostly learned, but I’ve always had the extra sense of knowing when I’m being watched, which has come in handy more times than you’d think.” You began rolling up your long sleeves, showing tattoos covering almost all the skin on your arms. “Creation is my main ability, but it has its drawbacks. If it’s not illustrated on my skin already, it’s painful and it drains me, which is why I’m covered in tattoos. I have weapons, items I need handy, and a few odds and ends. Now, with the tattoos, it’s almost as easy as breathing.”

Aizawa began to reach out, pausing before he made contact with your skin, looking up to you for permission. When you nodded, the pads of his fingers lightly traced several of them, following a vine up your arm to a butterfly. He looked at you inquisitively and you gently focused on it until a butterfly appeared, gently fluttering.

“Its… it’s real. You can create living things?” He asked in awe, “But how?”

You shrugged and watched as Mio noticed the flittering and watched with wonder as the butterfly landed on the sofa.

“They don’t last forever, that’s the drawback. The bigger the creation and the longer I will it, the more it takes from me. Inanimate objects are the easiest.” You reached your arm around your back and under your shirt, pulling back with it a sword.

Aizawa gently traced the ornate handle, only to jump back as Hawks entered.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he says with a sly smile. “You figure out what their quirk is yet?” He asks Aizawa.

You turn to him with a frown. Of course, he didn’t actually care about you. You just met! Not to mention you were a part of his mission.

He has the sense to look slightly ashamed before nodding to Hawks.

“Good, now,” he says turning back to you. “Why is Dabi following you? You know more than you are letting on.” He spoke as he walked closer and closer, wings growing larger. You suppose it’s supposed to intimidate you.

You roll your eyes at him for like, the fifth time that day and brush past him. You walk over to Mio who had fallen asleep watching your butterfly. You smooth the hair out of her face before turning back to the men, giving them a warning look and asking them to keep their voices down.

“Fine,” you huffed, tired of them just staring at you, doing nothing. “I dated Dabi for a little while. Back when I was younger and foolish and my morals were… well, flexible.”

“What did you do to make him want to follow you?” Hawks was growing impatient.

“We fought, I won, he told him if I ever came back I better watch my back. I reckon he’s making good on that promise. I broke his heart, but that was so long ago. But, I mean,” you paused and looked back up at the two men who were looking at you incredulously, “he is really good at holding grudges.”

Hawks looked like he was going to have an aneurysm and Aizawa… well his face was unreadable. Except, there was a touch of something else in his eyes.

"Well you aren't going anywhere for a while," Hawks state with all the authority he could muster, still going over everything in his mind. "Better get comfy."

"No," you state clearly. Stopping everyone in their tracks.

"Excuse me?" Hawks says, stepping forward, extending his wings.

"You heard me," you reply, stepping forward yourself, fingers itching to create one of your many weapons. "If Dabi gets even a hint that y'all know and are protecting me, a whole lot more people are going to get hurt. So no, we aren't staying here. We are going to go home. If I have to have someone to guard us we are going to make it look as natural as possible. If you don't agree to my terms I'm just gonna take Mio and we are going back on the run."

Hawks looks like he wants to scream and Aizawa looks amused. You turn to pick Mio up, then you head to the door.

"Aizawa, you've been seen in public with me. You can be our guard. You'll come over at 6 tonight where we will have a meal, then you'll stay late because we drank maybe a little to much sake, then you'll sleep on the couch. Got it?"

Aizawa nods, completely amused by Hawks' bewilderment, and pats him on the back once before walking out himself.

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vulpes-z3rda · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet ~ Bakugou

a/n: i have a few things in my drafts that just need editing before i publish them and then i should have a bit more consistent upload schedule, i just have college starting again soon so i’ll have to balance it!

for now though, i hope you enjoy this! yes i am moving my wattpad content over here dont @ me shush

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For starters, we all know he isn't the most... in touch with his emotions. But he's more than ready to show whatever emotions he has to for you. I mean, he doesn't just cuddle anyone when they seriously need it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Well, you probably beat his ass somehow in some training activity Aizawa set. Or you stood up to him when you were younger to protect Midoriya. Whatever it is you did, it made him appreciate you so much more. Also, he'd basically be like your little bodyguard or guard dog so take advantage of it. He would never admit to any of this by the way.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I mean... of fucking course he does!!! It's not like he'll go out of his way every time to do it with you, but when he's up for it, he won't want to let you go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He never really imagined himself settling down with anyone ever. Of course, his mind changed when you can into his life. You're the first person to ever make him question what he wants his future to be like. The bonus to having him as your boyfriend is that he's an amazing chef and he cleans very well and often.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd be very reluctant to do it in all honesty. This is Bakugou we're talking about, he doesn't do anything without putting up a fight. Unless he has to do it to protect you... that's really the only way he'd ever let you go.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well, the subject of commitment is very new to him. What, with him being emotionally constipated or whatever... but he'd probably ask you to marry him after a couple of years of dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Let's get real here, he isn't known for being gentle with anyone so why would he be gentle on you? However, he can be a big softie on a rare occasion or when he's drunk.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He's not that much of a hugger unless you really really need one. Honestly, he's surprisingly good at comforting people once he himself has opened up to them. So expect a lot of bear, comfort hugs from this man right here.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him a few months. Listen, he's not used to showing how he feels to people so openly, so when he did, he was a shy b o i.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Well... most people think it's concerning how easily jealous he gets, but you find it adorable. The worst he gets is using his quirk on them, but usually he just verbally threatens them. Like I've said before, he refuses to let you go.. he loves you too much for that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They're kind of steamy and passionate. Every now and then, they're just soft and loving. He kisses you on the lips and neck normally and you love that as well as forehead kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

We all know he's angry towards children or anyone for that matter. But his own brats? Well, his personality does a complete 180. It scares you honestly, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You both cuddle for a bit when you wake up before actually getting out of bed. It's a slow start to the day for you both that involves lots of love and hugs and kisses to wake up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

This is easy, you do some things that aren't PG and things that are very fluffy and soft. It's not abnormal for a friend or a family member to come over and see you both cuddled up, under a blanket with a movie on the tv.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

A couple of months into the relationship, he starts opening up a lot more to you. It comes in drabbles, but eventually, you get the bigger picture of Bakugou. After a year or so, you have every piece to the puzzle that you need to see the picture it holds.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very easily. He has a short fuse so if you push him too much, he'll snap and yell at you. I promise he doesn't mean it, angers just something he's never been able to completely control.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot actually! He may be shit with remembering people's names, but when it comes to you he finds it hard to forget anything. The little things and the big things, he knows everything you've ever told him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I'd say when you went in your first date together. He's never been so happy in his life to be with "his nerd" as he called you. But seriously, he loved it and although he might never say it out loud, he appreciates that you gave him that chance

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I'm just gonna put it out there... he's very protective of you okay? Like, he saw one guy look at you wrong and the next thing you know he's over there telling him to fucking watch what he's doing. He just really loves you and doesn't want to see you hurt ever. Trust me, he goes off on one of you get hurt during training to the point were you have to be completely hidden from him during it.

He doesn't like being protected as much but if you do, he wouldn't really mind it and appreciates that you'd help him in a time when he's in danger or vulnerable.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He plans it really well actually. He takes you to nice places and simple ones just as much as each other, he gets you trinkets that he knows you'll love and big gifts on occasions

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

When he gets really angry, he uses his quirk and destroys something in the house. You're slowly growing used to it but it still annoys you because "OI!! I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT POP ROCKS!!"

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I'd say he's moderately concerned about how he looks. He gets beauty sleep still and even goes as far as to book spa retreats for you both under the excuse that he wants to see you relax. We all know it's because he likes the facial treatments they use... we all know that Bakugou. There's no hiding it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Omg... this pomeranian right here would be l o s t without you. You finally helped him realise his feelings and understand them and now you're just gone? Hell no. He'd slowly break in confusion but pretend like nothings effecting him

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's a sucker for playing stupid board games with you. You make it, he'll play it. It doesn't matter what the context of the game is or the rules, he'll play and he'll win.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like it when his s/o talks down on themselves or gives up without a fight. I mean, he's gotten over a lot in life to get to where he is, so he wants someone similar to him in that sense. Sure he understand you'll have that odd day or time period, but if it's all the time it begins to annoy him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He mumbles his well known phrases in his sleep. So you'll be sleeping peacefully and then the quietest "die" you've ever heard will just come from him. It's super cute surprisingly!! Every now and then he'll mumble an "I love you"

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kim-bobbae · 4 years

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54. “I made reservations.”

I miss him so much and I hope he’s resting up, I just want to take care of him and be his comfort person TT

“To be really honest, I have no idea what he’s busy with until I see a recording or photoshoot of his on my schedule, and then I’m summoned to do his hair and makeup,” You laughed. “At this point I think it’s a relief he renewed his contract with AOMG instead of signing with H1GHR, don’t you think?”

“I’m right, he really is the dad that’s never home,” Wonjae chuckled, tugging lower on his beanie.

You were in the car on the way back to the AOMG headquarters after Wonjae’s photoshoot where Pumkin had dropped by in support since it was his first ever solo shoot for W magazine when the topic of Jay came about as you guys discussed the responses received from the interview they had done that was uploaded just a few days ago. With how busy Jay had been and how rare it was to see him around at the AOMG headquarters, their questions on what he had been up to very naturally fell on you because who else would know better if not for his girlfriend, right?

Wrong. You had absolutely no idea either.

Yes, there was the H1GHR compilation – you knew that much – but so did everyone else. The fact that you didn’t know much more than that surprised them, to say the least.

“Do you want me to nag at him a little and drop him a hint or two? I could do that,” Pumkin offered.

“Oh please no, I don’t think he’ll be too pleased if he finds out I’m whining about him to you guys behind his back.”

“Not exactly, we’re the ones asking you about him,” Wonjae rebutted.

“Yeah, when was the last time you guys went on a date?” Pumkin asked. “Don’t count the ones where you guys order delivery from the office or his studio, those aren’t counted.”

“Why not? Those are dates…”

“I see where the problem lies now,” Wonjae snickered.

“C’mon, you guys are making this a bigger deal than it actually is,” You remarked. “We’ve been dating for years now, we’re past that.”

A few days passed since then with nothing really out of the ordinary except for a dinner with your friends that you’ve managed to fit into your schedule after clearing an important deadline. With a couple of music releases coming up, you were attending meetings with different artists, talking to them about their ideas and concepts, proposing hairstyles, make up and clothing that would be suitable for their music videos and teaser images.

While the job did sound manageable, the very act of browsing endless collections of the latest fashion releases was extremely time consuming, and squeezing in a short conversation or two with Jay via text message was, in fact, pretty much the norm these days with the both of you being so busy. Not that you minded – you just got used to it.

And so did he.

You understood though, really. You understood that he was a busy man and while you were important to him, he simply could not afford to put you in the center of his world. But he tried, and he did all he could to show you that. Yet, with that workaholic nature of his and all the people he had to put on for, work would always be his priority.

It was just hard facing up to it last week when you tried your luck at getting some affection by cuddling up to him while he was reviewing some tracks during the ten minute window that the both of you were left alone in the studio – you couldn’t help it, it’s been a whole month (!!!) – only to earn a ‘I’m working, babe’ in a tone you don’t usually appreciate. He apologized, of course, realizing that he had hurt your feelings from the way you retreated quietly to another room, but it did enough to keep you from attempting it again for the remainder of the week.

“Dinner tonight?”

A message notification flashed across your screen. It was Jay.

You didn’t think much of it though and readily agreed to it. For a split second, you wondered if Pumkin had a part to play in this and the smirk on his face as the receptionist walked in to the office towards you with a bouquet of roses in hand only confirmed your suspicions.

“Looks like someone sent you flowers,” She said, handing it to you.

Now Jay wasn’t really one who’d be into these flashy, romantic gestures, especially in front of his employees, and the number of heads that turned towards your direction with knowing smiles on their faces made you understand exactly why.

Take a longer lunch break to get ready if you need to, I’ll be at the office at 7pm to pick you up.

You raised a brow at the formalities as you read the message on the card. Having been together for years, being on the receiving end of this somewhat grand gesture all of a sudden needed some getting use to again but with everyone’s attention on you and the extremely elaborate bouquet, you quickly set is aside, an embarrassed smile the best you could muster in response to their reactions before you got back to work.

Consumed by your pile of work, you had completely lost track of time since then but it wasn’t hard to tell that it was already 7pm from the way your colleagues peeped curiously from behind their desk dividers, stifling their excited giggles and from their reaction you could already guess that Jay was here. It wasn’t every day that they could catch a glimpse of their boss’s love life, after all.

“Ready to go?” He asked, and what ensued was a moment of confusion the second you turned around to face him.

He was all cleaned up in a black tee shirt and dress pants, hair styled back and you were pretty sure those were some new shoes from his two hundred deep sneaker collection while there you were, in a pair of skinny jeans and oversized sweater and it was obvious that you guys weren’t dressed for the same occasion.

You hesitated, “…last minute schedule to attend to?”

“No…I’m taking you for dinner?” He mused, gesturing to the flowers. “I made reservations.”

“Yeah but…you didn’t tell me that I had to get dressed up,” You replied sheepishly.

“I did,” He laughed. “You just didn’t take me seriously.”

“You said ‘if you need to’,” You argued in a hush whisper. “Plus, the last time you picked me up we had tacos at the diner just down the street.”

For a while he stared at you, and so did everyone else and in all honesty, it was getting slightly embarrassing by now. Thankfully, Jay caught on your discomfort from the way you played with your fingers and bit on your lips as you waited for his reply.

“It’s okay, we’ll sort this out,” He reassured in a soft voice, grabbing the bouquet in one hand and yours in the other. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going…?” You asked once the both of you were in the car.

The fact that one of his managers wasn’t driving you guys and that he was instead driving his Bentley for the first time in ages did explain something about what he had planned but for now, everything about this made you nervous. This was so unlike him – excluding the first year of your relationship, that is.

“We’re going to your favorite Italian restaurant,” He explained. “But I guess we should drop by your place to get you dressed up first, huh?”

“Sorry about that,” You murmured, and he couldn’t help but titter at the way you stared down at your outfit with a sigh.

You wasted no time and tossed your bag aside upon reaching home, making a beeline towards your wardrobe and immediately started sieving through your dresses. Despite the rough start, you had to admit that this was rather exciting. Heck, you couldn’t even remember the last time the both of you had a proper date night and the fact that he had taken the time to plan this amidst his schedule? Damn you were about to dress the hell up.

You hastily put on the dress that you had picked out, a fairly new one from the few that you had saved up for rare occasions like these, then scurried to the living room where Jay was waiting.

However, the sight of Jay burying his face in his hands looking absolutely worn had you somewhat stopping in your tracks.

He was seated on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his lap as he squinted at his cracked phone screen. His brows furrowed as he tapped away at what sounded like a new message notification, then brought his phone up to his ears as he listened to what probably was a demo of one of the tracks off the album. Sure, he was dressed up, absolutely stunning, but how stressed he looked was definitely not a good look on him and at this point you weren’t sure how you’d feel about dinner if his mind was going to be miles away, back in his studio.

“Wow,” He beamed upon noticing you then set his phone aside as he stood up. “You look beautiful.”

“I could say the same for you, too.”

“You okay?” He asked, cocking his head upon noticing that you seemed to be distracted in thought.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Come here, let me help you with that,” He smiled, noticing that the back of your dress was unzipped.

But as he placed his hand on the zipper, you reached around to tug on his fingers, then turned around to face him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why don’t…we just have dinner at home today?” You suggested, observing his reaction carefully.

“Why the sudden change of mind...?”

“I don’t know,” You sighed. “I mean, you seem really caught up with work, and I love that you took the time to plan a date, but I’m not sure if I can sit through that pretending that I am not seeing for myself how exhausted you are.”

“No, no it’s fine,” He insisted. “I’m taking the night off to spend it with you.”

The both of you glanced at his phone as it beeped again and then back at each other, and you could almost tell how he was already itching to respond to it.

“I’ll cook us dinner, and we can postpone this date until after the album is released,” You told him.

He looked at you, not quite sure if he was allowed to give in to you, especially after the little episode in his studio last week that had also been due to his work.

“I’m not mad, I promise,” You giggled, reading him like a book. “Let’s stay in tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go get your MacBook from the car and carry on with your work while I cook but all I ask for though...” You started. “Is for your undivided attention after that. I’ll cook a stew if it gives you more time.”

He exhaled deeply, taking a step towards you and pulled you in for a long embrace, “How do you always manage to make me feel better even though I’m the one who screwed up?”

“You didn’t screw up,” You said, wrapping your arms around his broad frame. “You tried, and I appreciate that.”

“That makes me feel worse...” He replied, cupping your face and stroking your left cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, smiling, “It’s no big deal, this is just one of your busy phases. Once the album’s released, I’ll have my boyfriend back. Easy.”

“I’ll make up for it, alright? I promise,” He said, then leaned in to kiss you sweetly.

“Seems like the only way to get kisses nowadays is to let you work, huh?” You taunted.

“Baby…” He whined, the littlest pout creeping to his lips. “Let’s not go back there.”

“I was kidding,” You sniggered. “Now give me another one to shut me up.”

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Boyfriend (M)

Pairings : Changbin x Reader Genre: Smut, funny, romance, cute Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: This story contains smut. If you are not comfortable with it, please skip!

The one thing Y/N is grateful for, is the fact that on Tuesdays, she doesn't have classes. That meant she was free to sleep in as long as she wanted, do whatever she felt like and she didn't have to worry about getting up and going somewhere. Unless she wanted to go out shopping with a friend, then that was a different story. But for the most part Y/N spent her days off in her cozy little apartment, just enjoying herself. Sometimes she would do a little cleaning, after all she tended to have her boyfriend over often and he wasn't the best at cleaning up behind himself. But bless his heart, he tried. Changbin was a terror normally, walking around the place like he owned it. Y/N was actually surprised that there wasn't a bigger mess when she got up that morning. All of his music producing equipment had been packed up and sat neatly in the small corner of the bedroom that Y/N had deemed his area.

He had complained, saying he should have a bigger spot. But she had countered that he hadn't moved in with her and wasn't helping to pay the bills. Once he did that, he could have as big an area that he wanted. It effectively shut him up because despite the fact they had been dating for over seven months now, moving in was a step that neither one of them was ready to make. It was hard to spend time with each other usually. If Y/N wasn't busy with classes and assignments, then it was Changbin who was locked up in a studio at the university with his friends and co-workers Jisung and Chan - working on their latest track for classes or to upload on Soundcloud. Changbin usually wouldn't leave the studio until the early hours of the morning, to sleep for maybe an hour or two before getting back up and heading to class. It was difficult for them to see each other, but they tried.

Though not living together, they did leave things over at each other's places, an excuse they used to be over at odd hours of the day. Like yesterday when Y/N really needed a pair of shoes that would match her cute sundress, she had to drive all the way over to Changbin's apartment to get them. It was worth it because she saw his inability to care for himself and ended up making him dinner for that night and lunch for the next day, all neatly stacked in containers and left in the fridge with a sweet note waiting for him on the counter. It was the small things that made this relationship worth it. Because even if she didn't see him as much as she wanted, finding the sweet notes or receiving the crazy sleep deprived texts always put a smile on her face and reminded her how much she loved him.

Of course, those things didn't negate the fact that she was still a woman and she had needs. Strong urges and desires that struck at the most inopportune time. Recently she had been fighting a bout of horniness that always hit her right in the middle of her afternoon class and by the time she got home, it had left, leaving her very frustrated and unsatisfied. She had a plan, however, to fix that. Since it was her day off, she might as well spend it getting off to the thoughts of her boyfriend. A few good orgasms, a hot shower and Netflix sounded like the perfect way to spend her afternoon.

After making sure the apartment was in better condition than it had been, she started her little robot vacuum and made her way back to her bedroom. Stripping out of her pajamas, she situated herself on her bed and reached over to her nightstand, opening the bottom drawer. She was greeted with the sight of the many different sex toys she owned. A few dildos, but most were vibrators of different size, strengths and looks to them. She had one that mimicked the look of a real dick, but the rest were mostly pink and purple, some with bulbous mushroom heads. For the most part they were smooth and rounded, perfect for an easy glide inside, though she could never deny how much she loved the feeling of a head spreading her hole wide. She took a moment to think, eyeing each toy before she grabbed one of the smaller vibrators, purple and made of silicon. It almost mimicked the look of rubber and she loved it's squishy texture.

Grabbing the lube, she closed the draw and laid the items out next her as she made herself comfortable. Parting her legs lightly, she slowly ran her hands over her thighs, just feeling herself for a moment - enjoying the pleasure brought to her. Working herself up was what she wanted to do as she grazed her fingers over every inch of skin she could reach, thighs trembling as she occasionally teased her clit. She wanted to take it slow, build it up. After all, she had all day to herself.

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Changbin hadn’t planned to go over to Y/N’s place. But when he got the email stating his class was cancelled for the day, he decided that maybe he could get in some early work at the studio and then spend the evening with his girlfriend. In his mind, it was a great plan, except for the fact that he had left his equipment at Y/N’s place. It’s not that he minded going over there, it was just that he couldn’t remember if she had classes today or not and he really wanted it to be a surprise that he was coming over.

He could just simply not work and spend time with her now, but he knew that Jisung and Chan were at the studio already working, and he really wanted to go and help. Maybe he could just sneak in and sneak out? Or if anything he could just say he needed his things for after class. With excuse in mind, Changbin made his way to his girlfriend’s apartment, only a short 5 minute drive from the school.

He easily let himself in with the key he had and when he didn’t see Y/N in the living room or the kitchen when he passed by, he figured that she probably wasn’t home. Which was great news for him. Walking to the bedroom, he had just pushed open the door when a moan filtered through his ears and he froze in his tracks. His eyes landed on the bed, watching as his girlfriend played with herself. Her hand twisted, moving as she thrusted a toy in and out of herself, vibrations growing louder before fading with each thrust. The fingers of her other hand worked over her clit shamelessly, pulling louder moans and sighs of pleasure.

“F-fuck, Changbin.”

Changbin’s dick twitched at the sound of his name and he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan that wanted to escape.

“Deeper. Harder.” Y/N’s hand did its best to fulfill her wishes but even Changbin noticed it just wasn’t delivering the power she wanted.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this such a lovely surprise.” Changbin called out, voice conveying a sense of confidence he didn’t think he could muster with the way his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. The noise surprised Y/N and she jerked, all movements stopping as she stared at her boyfriend with a guilt express.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered, voice slightly horse from the loud whining and moan she had been doing moments before.

“Well I came to get my mixing equipment but instead I found a sexy little minx on the bed, all spread out and playing with herself.” He said, watching as she closed her legs around her arm, trying to hide herself from his hungry gaze. Not that he hadn’t seen her like this before. They’ve had sex plenty of times before. This was just the first time Changbin had caught her playing with herself.

“I-I-“

“Want some help?”

Y/N nodded her head slowly, carefully pulling out the vibrator from within her and turning it off. She was thinking that if Changbin was offering help, he would fuck her. She didn't expect him to walk over and take the toy from her grasp and turn it back on as he knelt on the edge of the bed. His eyes raked over her naked body, taking in each and every curve - admiring how hard and beautiful her nipples were. Chuckling to himself, he moved closer, sitting between her legs and making himself comfortable. Y/N shivered at the new position and once again tried to close her legs and hide herself from view, but Changbin's hands reached out quickly, pushing her thighs apart once more.

"Don't do that." he said lightly, voice barely above a whisper, even though there was no reason to be quiet. He stared into her eyes, gaze soft as he tried to convey reassurance and acceptance to her. It seemed to work as she slowly relaxed and let her legs fall open, putting herself on full display for the other. Licking his lips, Changbin grinned as he leaned forward, fingers twisting the top of the vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. Reaching down, he carefully brushed the tip of the toy against her clit, chuckling as she jerked at the sudden touch to the sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck." she panted softly, her back arching slightly. Her hips jerked as her abdomen tightened and she tried to pull away from the touch, but the toy followed. "Changbin." she whimpered softly. Changbin chuckled as he moved the toy, rubbing it against her while watching the way her body spasmed against his touch.

"You're so beautiful baby, do you like this?" he asked. She nodded her head quickly, soft whimpers leaving her as he moved the toy down further to press against her opening. The tip slipped in and vibrated against her sensitive walls and she keened for more - for Changbin to go deeper and harder. He didn't though. Instead, he pulled the toy out and brought it back up and teased her clit once more. A loud cry left her quickly and she jerked and trembled under his touch, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. "I want you to cum for me." he whispered. "Can you do that?" Y/N nodded her head, ready to cum for the other. She had been teasing herself relentless for who knows how long and she had been getting close to the edge when Changbin walked in.

"Please." she begged almost pathetically, head falling back as she let the pleasure wash over her body - back and hips arching to get more of the pleasure from Changbin. The toy slipped down once more and slipped into her, a deep gasp leaving her as it was turned up in volume and the vibrations increased. Changbin pushed the toy in deeply and Y/N cried out, feeling the vibrations through her core as he shallowly thrusted the toy in and out. "Chang-" Her plea was cut off as Changbin's hot, wet tongue ran over her clit and she spasmed at it. "Oh fuck yes." she cried out and whimpered. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair once before tangling them into the soft strands. Her hips jerked down, rocking down against his mouth and hand. He thrusted the toy in harder, angling it upwards as it stroked her walls - grazing against her g-spot every now and then to heighten the pleasure. His mouth worked over her clit, sucking and licking on it hungrily as his noisy slurps filled the room.

Y/N was tense under him, toes curling as the pleasure mounted inside her. She could feel it, the pressure getting ready to be released and she was so ready for it. "Changbin." she breathed out. "I'm going to cum." she gasped out. It was the only warning she could give as the pleasure reached its peak too quickly. She cried out as the tension released and her body jerked, hole clenching around the toy that was still moving inside her. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" she cried out, panting heavily as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. As she slowly calmed down, Changbin slowly turned down the vibrations of the toy, letting her get used to each level before turning it off slowly and slipping it out. Pulling back from her, he smirked, licking his lips clean of the sweet juices he had been lapping at. Tossing the toy onto the bed, he leaned over and ran a hand gently over her stomach, dragging it up and over each breast, teasing her nipples light with a smile.

Whining, Y/N smacked at his hand lightly, but didn't push him away as he went back to rubbing his hand over her body. Leaning down, Changbin pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, followed by a few more kisses to her neck and one to her forehead. "You did so good baby," he whispered. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing." she whispered and looked up at him with a wide smile, eyes sparkling with the remnants of pleasure and love and adoration. "Thank you baby." she whispered. Changbin chuckled and gave her another kiss before sitting back on his heels.

"You're welcome." Shifting, he climbed off the bed and grabbed the covers, pulling them up and over her body, tucking her in. "Take a nap babe."

"What about you?" she asked, frowning as she looked down at the obvious boner he was sprouting, before looking back up at him.

"I'll be fine. I need to go and do some work." he told her and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before pressing his face against the top of her head gently. "Get some sleep okay? I'll see you later tonight. We can play then." he assured her as he pulled back and stared down at her.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She wasn't happy, but she accepted it and after pulling Changbin down for one more kiss, she let him go and curled up on her side. She watched as he moved and grabbed his things, blew her a kiss and left the room. She could hear his footsteps echo lightly as he walked down the hall and eventually the door opened and closed as he left. Alone once more, she let her eyes close, ready to nap with the knowing promise that she could return the favor to him later. And she honestly, couldn't wait.

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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Society au is just so INTERESTING, it just draws me in! idk why i am just captivated and i cant get enough, can you info dump us please i need more info

I’m glad some people like this au sm!! its a personal favorite of mine ngl

Luz has found that, often, between each town theres often just...nothing. just rolling hills, mud, maybe a small dirty stream or two, and telephone poles (half of which lost the wires connected to them long ago). the most foliage she ever sees is in the clump of forest by Bonesborough and around labs, whether or not they’re abandoned. and the cornfield but we dont count that bc Luz is pretty sure the only thing keeping that corn going is sheer demonic spite. this means that typically, unless you learn to keep low and avoid bright flashy colors, everything is very easy to spot on the horizon. Luz and her friends have spent so long out there they’ve learned to move close to the ground and can hit the dirt in a millisecond if needed. they’re both unnerved but also thrilled whenever they stand out in the open with nothing to hide them. bc on one hand, oh god, anyone could see them. but on the other hand, if they’re purposefully standing out in the open, chances are there really isn’t anything dangerous nearby for a LONG while. and its fun to do things you normally don’t have the comfort to be able to.

Luz, Eda and King like to explore the abandoned towns around the Boiling Isles. not the farms or the watchtowers, but actual ghost towns, often ones that had bigger buildings than Bonesborough. running across buildings and slipping into alleyways to see what they can scrounge up. usually its junk, but Luz likes exploring and seeing what the towns used to be like. finding toys, trinkets, furniture, and the like that Eda steals (”not like the owners are gonna want this back wherever they are”, as Eda would say) anything she mildly likes. Luz notes that most of the towns look like they were never disturbed. like these people were all going about their lives and then suddenly vanished in the middle of the day. Luz wonders what happened to those towns. she also wonders what happened to the towns that look like they were ransacked and turned upside down, just short of the buildings being burned to a crisp in a riot. but sometimes she’ll find a pet that managed to survive and fix them up before setting them loose around Bonesborough. sometimes her neighbors will take in the pets they find, and Luz supposes at least something could be salvaged.

Gus keeps a handheld recorder and has Logs and Entries on his days in Bonesborough and working with his friends to stop the scientists, which he later uploads to his computer. Willow complains and says its dangerous to log stuff like this, since someone could find his recorder and figure out everything. to quell this, Gus always hides his computer in a new spot in his room and never takes it with him on missions, as well as putting a self-destruct device in it, should he find that anyone stole it. he and Amity later bond over having log entries, since Amity has her diary that became a journal of all she does. theres no self-destruct in the journal, but Amity also hides it in a new spot all over the lab all the time and has come to terms with the fact that someday she might have to burn it. but for now, she and Gus bond abt it and Luz is v proud of her friend & frenemy(?) getting along.

in an old abandoned lab theres one of those really slow elevators thats completely made of chain-link with a chain-link guard around it. Willow and Gus use it like Normal people but Luz is overly dramatic for no reason whatsoever so the first time her friends were poking around the lift, she decided to grab onto the chain-link guard and climb up it to the second floor like a feral squirrel. and then refused to look Willow in the eye when they figured out it was an elevator. Luz has now made it her mission that, every time they visit that lab, to scale up the chain-link like the bastard she is bc shes stubborn and thinks it looks cool. she did it to show off to Amity once and Amity is Very ashamed to admit it lowkey kinda worked

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Back at it again with headcannons for the youtuber au because I have around an hour of free time:

- Expanding on the idea that Race has a hard time giving himself a break from uploading and Albert having to coax him into taking a break, in some of his videos you can really tell he's struggling to keep that energetic personality he has in the rest of his videos and he brushes it off when fans ask what's up but then like a few hours after a tweet goes up via Albert saying that Race is taking a break from posting.

- It takes a bit for Race to agree to take a break because, like previously stated, he'd rather run himself into the ground with work to avoid missing a stream/video then take a well-deserved break.

- He eventually agrees and he + Albert watch really bad movies and just rest for however long Race needs (In which Race is still having trouble not feeling guilty for taking time for himself to which Albert says "Babe I love you and I love how determined you are but you need a break from posting you are exhausted.")

- Race eventually gets a little better at taking breaks but unlike Albert (who's been taking time for himself for a long time) he still feels really guilty about it.

- Now back to gaming! We've covered that Race isn't that good at minecraft (especially at first). But like more strategic games he's a little better at. (Off topic but I feel like he's scary good at chess). He just finds a way to beat it fairly easily. Albert all the time is overwhelmingly proud and surprised that Race won even if they've played the game (whatever game it may be) before because that's his boy who won like no problem.

- 😳 They put their minecraft beds together 😳

Okay I am running out of it ideas currently I will be back when I have more.

ahhh yes, more food for my soul 🙏🙏

- y e s. ok so their fans are like,,,,, crazy intuitive?? they’re lovely and sweet and notice when something isn’t quite right about race or al and are like “you ok, bud?”. race usually just brushes it off cause why wouldn’t he be ok, he’s fine, he’s definitely not tired or achy or mentally exhausted at all (he is and is totally full of shit)

- albert manages to convince him by making a bet with him. race has to tweet a poll about how people feel about him taking a break, and if the negative response is 10% or less then race has to take at least a week off

- the percent was 98.5% to 1.5%. so yeah they vibed on the couch watching amazingly bad movies (yk the ones like the bee movie that are so bad they’re almost good) and eating takeout and it makes race feel 1000x better. he’s like “huh, maybe breaks actually do something” and albert just looks into an imaginary camera like he’s on the office. race still feels guilty whenever he does take a break but he starts listening to albert more when he’s like “you should take a break love”

- yesss. playing strategic games against race is pretty much a death wish once he gets a handle on the controls unless you’ve been playing for a super long time (aka al and the gang. they’re pretty much the only ones that ever actually have a chance at beating him). chess is race’s wheelhouse. he’s never actually played competitively so he doesn’t have a ranking but chess is exactly the way his brain works on problems. it’s why he’s good at multiplayer team games, he knows exactly how to set traps and anticipate the other team’s moves and who to sacrifice to take out bigger pieces, or more threatening players. his style makes a lot more sense once you think of it like a chess game honestly. as for albert, boy is SO PROUD of race. he’s also incredibly soft for how excited race gets every single time and he just loves race a whole lot.

- they definitely did 😳 they made it into a whole meme on stream and when everyone in chat was acting scandalized race just goes “you do realize we live together and sleep in the same bed, yes?” and chat just explodes while albert looks caught between laughing and hitting race with something

ahhh yes, i’ll be eagerly awaiting the “more” cause i adore these 👏👏

#newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #never not read the tags #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #chaotic red and radioactive racer #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #ahhhh i love them

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