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mikadollie · 6 months

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tatsumi ... (o´∀`o) i want him 2 be a (read; MY) father soooooo bad! he would b so good w children n he wants them 2 be good for him (≧▽≦) i loev papa (dilf) tatsu!!!! putting random emojis bc the ask isnt colorful as i wanted ..

btw hes on his 20s or 30s, OR MAYBE EVEN OLDER whatever u think its better :3

/// 🗯 trigger warnings & content warnings, this has mentions of ; non-con ( 99% of my asks r gonna have ncon btw) ,, (a bit of...??) plushophilia, big age gap, slight dacryphilia, (implied?) grooming (i guess??), somnophilia (kinda), emetophilia (i sneaked in vomit in my ask again :3 only a little bit), use of aphrodisiacs/drugs ???? I DONT KNWO HOW 2 TAG THIBGS I JUST SAY WHATEVER POPS UP IN MY MIND!!!!!!!!!

papa tatsu .. do u ever think abt when tatsumi said somrthing with Uhhhhh if alkaloid is a family ,, he wanted mayoi 2 take the role of a mother & wanted 2 be the father? :3 i dont remember well but !!! what if he rlly had a child ,, adopted or not ?? i think he would b such a great dad ( ´ ω ` ) well, he would seem a great dad at first, but im sure his child knows his true self ^_^ tatsumi tries to control himself, he really tries! what can he do at seeing such a easy prey? :( his child calls his name so happily that he cant help but feel guilt. he should be someone for his child to look up at, his urges just are stronger, okay? tatsumi, if hes still married with his wife (straight couple??? eww!!!), he would do his best to keep his child‘s little mouth shut (＠＾◡＾) hes just so kind to help his child to take a bath, isnt he? two fingers would b currently inside his child‘s mouth to muffle their cries and whines, while his other hand is fingering their hole/pussy, he swears hes gonna properly clean them up after with a warm bath. he doesnt wants to see his child crying anymore, even if it fuels his arousal, he just washes his child‘s hair & gently scratches their scalp as if nothing happened, he lets the water wash off his sins of his own child‘s body. tatsumi would b so good w manipulation i swear!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ tatsu would say 2 his child that papa would be upset if they said anything 2 their mama ,, of course his child would not want to upset him, right? he would grant all of his child‘s wishes, like he wants to grant his wishes with his child‘s body. papa tatsu would not b able to b too rough with his child or degrade them !!!! :3 he may be fast, but hes trying to soothe his child‘s cries and hiccups while their tight little hole/cunt clings around his cock (* ^ ω ^) depending on his child‘s age & sex assigned at birth, he would pop a boner so easily at seeing their body change. i mean!!!! im exaggerating a bit bc... tatsumi pls youre better than this BUT. put tatsumi & his child whose body is developing with shorts / short skirts in a room, one is getting out flooded with cum and it isnt tatsumi. he would focus on his pleasure and at the same time would focus on his child‘s well-being (´･ᴗ･ ` ) if theyre gagging and choking around his dick, its fine. they‘ll learn soon, its fine! theyre growing up and thats what grownups do, his child just need to be a little mature, tatsumi isnt doing anything wrong. if they throw up, it will be fine. he‘ll clean it, he just needs to cum again, alright?

ok adding more things here .. wgat if tatsumi‘s wife died & there is only his daughter n him left, so he sees his daughter as his wife?!?!?! i dont see rough sex & tatsumi being on the same sentencw but he would be gentle or a BEAST. going back 2 previous topic, papa tatsu would love everything related 2 u!! in any way!!!! did u see that guy who made a fursona costume (??i forgor the word) of all the plushies he came on? that would b tatsumi. talking abt single dad tatsu, it would b so boring w/o his child with him! eventually he would need something that makes him remember of his child 2 have any kind of pleasure, he cant cum if hes thinking abt another thing :( his child wouldnt mind if he stayed a bit at their room, right? after all, hes the owner of the house, he can do anything ^_^ his child wouldnt mind if he spent his time hugging one of their plushies, its not a big deal. papa tatsu just loooooooves anything related 2 their child! he would certainly jerk off on his child‘s bed n cum on their plushies, only a way 2 show his love ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ his child would b confused when they come back from school n see their papa washing their plushies.. it was perfectly clean! well, they arent going 2 deny any kind of affection (?). he would love to spoil his child with affection, just making them sit on his lap and spoonfeed them. those little moments r everything 2 tatsumi, specifically after he managed 2 put aphrodisiacs into the food (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ he can see the wet patch / small bulge on their clothes after, he thinks its sooo cute 2 see his child so needy like that. depending on his child‘s age (again. btw i use child but it can be five or less years old, more than ten, a pre teenager or teen etc!!!) ,, he knew he would have 2 talk abt this one day ,, and he probably was too much excited 2 have this kind of talk. he would explain to their child that its okay and that this is the progress of growing up + their body developing, its totally normal! he would b more than happy 2 introduce his child 2 lewd stuff, n im sure he has sex toys somewhere hidden in the house!! o(>ω<)o making his child use a small vibrator that was hidden (somewhere...) just 2 see how they react, even if their reaction is negative and they keep insisting its weird + that they dont like it, tatsumi would gently shush them & say that its 4 them own good, that they would do this eventually.

papa tatsu who would not b afraid 2 fuck his child multiple times!!! he just loves hearing their cries while he fucks them into their bed, the bed that once was a comfortable place to their child. he would even let his child hug a plushie while hes fucking them 2 comfort them, their face shoved on their plushie while they lay on their stomach. tatsumi would b so happy 2 see his child‘s belly getting a bit round of how much cum theres inside them \(^ヮ^)/ he would finger back anything that came out, his seed cannot be wasted!! or just seeing the outline of his cock on his child‘s stomach :3 papa tatsu has a lot of ideas!!! (also. what kind of drugs do u think tatsumi would give 2 his child? ^_^) he would not hesitate 2 drug his child just to see them in a lil state of daze & not try to resist their papa‘s intentions \(^ヮ^)/ if their mama is not dead or papa tatsu isnt a single dilf, papa tatsu would sneak out of his bedroom 2 go to his child‘s bedroom!! he would do anything 2 not wake up his child, and if he did, he would put a hand over their mouth to keep them quiet. he just wants his child to get a good night sleep while hes with his cock inside them ☆ ～('▽^人) cockwarming papa tatsu while youre asleep...

i have more things 2 say also!!!!! pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33

— 🍮 anon!!!!! (^_^) in this ask ,, i would talk abt shu being a weird creepy girl but .. i got other ideas!!!!!!!!

> pleese share your thoughts abt papa tatsu :33: Hnmmfghhg.............🤤

awaa papa tatsu and his child taking a bath... his cock inbetween their thighs and he's massaging along their waist....(*´꒳`*) he's just so sweet and nice even though his cock is splitting them in half and making them whine loudly!! I think he would also steal his childs clothes a lot to jerk off with..... sometimes he likes watching them hump their pillows when he peaks in at night before taking his child for himself... tatsumi shoving his fingers into their mouth to keep them quiet and saying to not wake mama up....

Tatsumi making his child put their panties back on/a plug in them to keep all that cum in and slowly have it drip out down their leg hehe... I wanna say he would give molly to his child but thats just me being biased. He would crush up some valiums (or oxys depends on the day) and slip it in the food to see his kid all wobbly and unable to resist anything he does!!!

#— *kanana asks :3

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atsumdere · 2 years

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This Halloween event is so sweet (pun intended)— pls feel free to ignore my submission if u get overwhelmed or aren’t feeling up to it!

tr character— ran 😩 candy— warheads (do u know them? they’re sour at first and then once you suck the sour layer off, they’re sweet n tasty)

happy halloween, talented mica! i am so happy to play this game with you and i could never dream of ignoring this stunningly perfect combo of a request with ran. i LOVE it and WARHEADS SOUR CANDY sm, i used to have them all the time !! <3 @asilentshout

RAN HAITANI - halloween costume: alex from a clockwork orange or the penguin from batman

so ran ran ran the man, would be all about rocking these costumes !! like watch OUT because, let's be honest, he'd be sexy as FFFF in them, which i'm ngl is a big part of why i think he'd also pick them- while i see ran as someone who isn't necessarily super into fashion per se, he does know what looks good on him and how to dress himself very well, interested in maintaining a consistently sleek look. not to mention both of these costumes fashion a stick-shaped object as part of their character's weaponry, hello!! baton, yes pls. btw, this is no way implying that ran is a bad guy!! i just genuinely think he likes the look of it. anyway, i would pay big cash money to see him in either of these. and just to throw it in: if he's a in a particularly silly mood, i also see him reaching for a mr. peanut costume, maybe! just a thought i had. he likes them canes.

18+ only, minors dni.

warheads. fun, but deathly sour hard candy, ones that threaten to induce the sting of deeply puckered cheeks, sit in an assorted bowl with a variety of other sweets upon a table at the halloween party both you and ran attend.

flashing and spooky lighting drape over walls with the smell of a fog machine on high as it floods the air. mixed hues of colored party lights dance across the ivory faux-cobwebs decorating every corner of the room when ran has you by the hand, pulling you in, over to the refreshments table. he had only intended to grab a simple drink until spotting those extremely tart candies, knowing it's one of your favorites.

he smirks, the always so clever boy, and moves to pluck one of the warhead candies still in its shiny metallic wrapper from the bowl.

"hey. look...." he grins, wittily.

ran teases your sight by rolling the small piece of circular candy through every one of his first four fingers, just above the knuckles—you know, the way in which a drummer would, twirling their drumstick like a badass between each sweaty finger right before smashing it down to play epic beats to a live song.

"i know why you like these, maybe, baby. just hit me..." he faces you, squarely now, away from the table. you follow suit.

"because, hm, these are kinda like me..." he rips the wrapper down the middle, not taking his curious eyes off yours, "...y'know like, it's maybe a bit rough around the edges at the start—i might sometimes be a little sour, just a teensy bit acidic," he presses in closer to your costumed body, "but once you get to know me, and once you suck me off nicely, i get pretty sweet. don't i, baby?"

between his teeth, quickly, the little unwrapped warhead gets lodged, his pearly-whites bared from how it's situated. ran leans in over your face, and without a word, foxyily sears his eyes into you with a quick upward pop of his brows, indicating you suck it out, kiss him.

you wrap your lips around his, drawing the candy into your mouth for only a moment. sour stinging pleasurably bursts over your tastebuds, but all too soon, it is far too much for your inner cheeks to handle, so your tongue is playfully pushing it back into him. he casts off a little shudder of the shoulders from the nearly unbearable tartness pricking needles into his mouth, but absolutely does not stop swapping spit with you and enmeshing his lips with yours. he wouldn’t dream of it, not when your naturally sweet taste is the perfect antidote in contrast to the sour hits rolling over his senses. if anything, it makes him hug around you tighter, taking it all, just to keep on kissing you.

and because ran, your man, would never pull away from a good fight.

closed! : send me an hq, tokyo rev, aot, or jjk character + a candy and i'll tell you what costume they'd wear & write a small blurb with the candy of choice

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ryozoro · 3 years

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Hades Playlist - i.

NOW PLAYING : I n t e r l u d e [J. Cole]

cw; name calling, blood, mentions of murder, major spoilers

“Fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

Despite the red-light district thriving through the night, it looked just as beautiful during the early morning. Yn was roaming the streets on her pedal bike for the first time since winter break as she plotted different ways to surprise her big brother at his newly opened bike shop. She had already purchased his favorite breakfast meal from the little café she worked at, and all that she was left to do was see the said man. Getting out of thoughts and returning to reality, she stopped at the side of the traffic light to press the ‘crossing’ button and to text Draken to make sure he was at work before she made the trip.

“hey there pretty girl, ya wanna come ride something more interesting than the little kiddie bike yer on right now?” some bleach blonde junior high kid called out to her, smirking as he man spread and took up most of the space on the park bench. “I know ya hear me pretty girl,” he leaned and rested his elbows onto his knees, “maybe ya want me to come over and beg for yer attention, huh? Want me to come and make ya listen to me?”

She scoffed and waited for the light to signal for her to cross, but its as if the gods wanted to punish her and traffic kept flowing out of her favor. Getting restless, she pocketed her phone and tapped on her bar handles in hopes of the cars to all be generous and let her through; of course, this did not happen and the young fuck boy in training had began to approach her alongside his friend who were hyping him up and recording the event.

“You might be older than me,” he walked up behind her and kicked her bike tire before circling around and leaning against the basket in the front, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I hit girls.” Yn had to refrain from spitting in his face because Draken always said ‘never start anything with others first, let them choose their fate.’ In other words, big bro just didn’t want her to put herself at risk due to minor inconveniences that were presented towards her.

Just as the light switched from a hand to a walking figure, yn politely smiled at the boy in hopes of him getting the hint that she did not wish to engage with him anymore, but – of course – that was just asking too much of him. He turned back and looked at the sign noticing it was their turn to cross, and he surprisingly moved out the way. Yn smiled realizing that her brother did know it best when he said that the ‘dumb young boys will leave you alone after they realize you’re not going to give them the time of day,’ and she moved to pedal across the cross walk with a large smile.

However, big bro’s words are not the golden rule amongst men and the boys did not leave her alone; in fact, they decided to run at her hit the back tire with a bat and caused her to lose control and fall in the middle of the walkway. The drivers were kind enough to wait for her to get up and cross the street with scraped knees and a dirty pull over. She turned back to glare at the boys, but their backs were already facing her as they leisurely walked away laughing. This wasn’t going to ruin her day, after all, she still gets to surprise her brother with her presence and might even have the chance to see his hot amazing friends whom you grew up around. After realizing that the former gang members might all be hanging around her brother’s workplace, she got up with a huge smile and skipped the rest of her way on the crosswalk. Once to the other side, yn hopped back on her bike without checking her bloodied shins and made her way on the quickest route to the shop.

Glancing up at the familiar billboards that danced in sky and looking down at the alleys being populated with street cats and new gen delinquents, she realized she was only a block down from seeing the man who has always put her first and raised her to strive to her fullest potential. Smiling as closed her eyes for just a second - she swears it – to bask in the excitement and next thing she knew, she was on the ground covered in coffee. She could hear faint voices but those were cancelled out by her skin screaming at her to get up and quickly remove any rubble and dirt that had entered. Moving to get up, she took note of blood staining the concrete and became slightly alarmed.

“Oi, you dumb bitch, you should watch where you’re going,” a man’s voice echoed through her head, “you got a drip of blood on my Milano’s.” Trying to get up, yn went to wipe her eyes, but as soon as she lifted her hands, she felt them share the similar sting that her knees and chin felt. “You deaf or something? Ha, lucky for you I’ll take the food in your basket and whatever is in your wallet as an exchange. Pin code for your card must be included, love.” Hearing as she was about to get stripped dry of her hard-earned cash, she shot a glare up at the well-dressed man’s body just to be sent in a more state of terror when she noticed the tattoo that decorated his temple; it was the infamous Bonten symbol.

“I say we just take her to the back alley and make her pretty throat match the rest of her bloody body,” she turned and seen a pinkette with long hair and two scars that sat on each corner of his ?beautiful? mouth. to be completely honest, he would have been very much at the top of her most attractive list if he weren’t just plotting to slice her neck right in front of her; she wondered if he ever heard of the Element of Surprise. “She hasn’t even apologized yet and it’s been at least 45 seconds, that is pretty rude don’t you think, Mochi-kun?”

“It is very rude,” the built man with slicked back blonde hair spoke up, “do you want me to take her in the alleyway?” He squatted down to meet yn at eye level and she didn’t know if it was the fact he was able to stare into her soul with lifeless eyes or the extremely structured shoulders that could break her bones if he had tackled her, but she genuinely felt that she was going to die. “You seem like a worthless kill if I am being honest, and I don’t like claiming meaningless prizes. So, if you want to live,” ‘Mochi-kun’ reached over and gripped her bloodied chin, “or are you going to be good dog and run your pockets?”

She couldn’t believe it; for all her life, death threats have never been directly shot at her as Draken and the others have always been there. Of course, she emptied her pockets as quick as she could and began wiping the man’s Milano’s with her cloth lens wipe.

“Good girl,” the man with the temple tattoo said mockingly, “but I’m gonna need you to put your pretty mouth to work since you don’t know – or rather – you act like you don’t know how to speak.” She felt her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked up from the ground; they mistook it for fear, but yn was just angry she was powerless to them. “Don’t worry, I like older women, so I won’t need your mouth for that,” he laughed loudly in her face, “lick the blood off.” Her glare returned and tears began to spill over her cheeks. “Be a good bitch, and lick my –“

“What are you idiots doing?” a man with a long pink and purple mullet-like hairstyle came from behind her. “Are you guys bullying young kids again? Oh, wait, you’re not a kid.” He stared at you through his multi-colored bangs and tilted his head, “Why are you all bloody like a sewer rat walking through the back alley of feral cats?” he pushed the girl’s forehead back, straining her neck to hold eye contact with him, “you’re not some whore, are you?” He craned his neck back to the man who has been treating her like a dog, giving yn a full view of his Bonten symbol tattooed across the middle of his pretty throat. “Neh, Koko, you do realize that if you want a girl’s attention you can’t just rough her up in hopes that she takes you to bed.” He turns back to yn before sighing, “You’re cute,” for some reason she felt herself swelling with pride, “but you’re not my type,” – well there goes her ego.

“Oh what-fucking-ever,” ‘Koko’ mumbled as he gently pushed her away, “I didn’t want some inexperienced princess anyway, so don’t get your hopes up.” He quickly bent down and took all the cash from her wallet and began to slide out the card, but a baton quickly swatted at his hands.

“Your obsession with money is crazy, but you can’t take hers if you still owe me 45,000 yen.” Yn turned to see a man with pushed back purple and pink hair holding the offending stick. Unlike the other members, his tattoo was in the same place as the mullet man – maybe they took over the organization after her other big brotherly figure, Mikey, left. She drank in his appearance, and although he was thinner than the other members, something about him just screamed ‘stay away;’ but for the first time in her life, yn didn’t want to listen to such obvious red flags. “Oh no, you’re bloodied up like a rat –“

“I have already said that nii-chan,” the mullet head said, “what do you say? Wanna jut get rid of her like Sanzu-san suggested?” The now known younger brother asks. She began to tremble but not out of fear, no, out of a weird feeling at the pits of her stomach that came about as soon as the stranger stumbled onto the scene. “Oi,” the younger brother flicked your chin, reminding your body that it is supposed to be in a state of stinging pain, “staring is rude. What are you – a deer in headlights?”

“Now, now, Ridou,” the man continued to meet yn’s gaze as he motioned for her to take his hand, “where’s the fun in hurting a good little lamb? Especially one who shows that she knows to yield to her Sheppard.” Against her better judgement, yn took his hand and allowed him to help her up. “Look at you go,” he smirked and scanned over her body through hooded lids, “such a strong little girl you are standing on wobbly legs after the big bad wolves tried to tear you down.”

She should feel offended, mocked, and appalled, but she couldn’t – not with the voids he called eyes staring at her. “T-thanks,” she weakly mumbled as she began to gather her bag back together and prop her bike back up, “I know you guys said you needed the pin number, but I can’t give it to you.” She hung her head and balled her fists; she was waiting for someone to hit her but that never came. Looking up she sees the ‘older brother’ standing in front of the brooding ‘Koko’ and the other members just staring around the streets.

“That’s fine, little one,” the older brother said, “we don’t need your card. Koko here will be fine with just the cash. But I will need payment of the sort since I did calm the bully over here, don’t you think?” He smiled at yn, quickly scanning her student ID and then turning back to her face, “You’re 18, yeah?” she nodded, and he smiled lazily, “Good, give me something of yours that is valuable. I want to talk to you again and if I take it, you are going to want to take it back, correct?”

“I – um,” she began to go through the bag and seen that the only things she deemed valuable were her phone and the spare keys to her room in the brothel, “all I have is my k-keys and phone.” She huffed out in hopes that he took mercy and just let her go already; if she kept in his presence any longer, she feared that every piece of knowledge on common sense would fly out of her brain.

“Well, no one wants a pedal bike here and your phone and keys wouldn’t be of use to me,” he spoke in a rather degrading tone, “how about, you give me that pretty little necklace that you’re wearing… hmm, ... oh! Give me your number as well. After all, how are you going to know when I want you to take back your precious gems without being able to plan a proper date?” His smile was too secretive to be comforting, but this was probably the best way to saving her own life.

“Okay,” she replied quickly, “just please, don’t break the necklace…” her hands shook as she unclasped it and placed it into the man’s hands. “That’s a gift from my brother, so I promise you I’ll come and get it whenever you ask.” Yn put her hands on her bar handles before straddling the bike.

“Thank you,” he smiled and put away the baton before fishing out his phone, “put your number in it and call to make sure you’re not fucking with me, yeah?” He tilted his head and softly hummed at the soft sound of her phone vibrating in her bag. “Thank you, yn-chan.”

“No, thank you,” she lightly coughed and waited for him to look back up at her after saving all her contact information. Once he finally looked up, she flinched but proceeded to stare him dead in his lovely irises, “May I have your name… if ya don’t mind that it.”

“Haitani Ran,” the older man laughed and shifted his weight onto his hip, “and I expect you to text me whenever you get the chance.” He turned around and the other members began to follow. For what felt like an eternity, yn finally let out a small breath, well at least until he had turned back around. “Oh!” Haitani-san smiled at her, “Leave it under ‘Ran-senpai’ so your brother and friends don’t get spooked. Don’t want the fun to end before it has barely even started.” With that, he turned back around and waved half-assed before disappearing into the distance.

Yn decided to just to walk the rest of the block because riding the bike has been nothing but bad luck so far. Once at the shop, she sighed and made her way to the back where she knew would be unlocked because no one dared walk up into her big brother’s place of work. Parking her bike, she quickly takes her phone back out with 3 texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey little lamb, its yer senpai <3

Unknown: yer probs with yer bro so ill call you later, mm around midnight so stay up

Unknown: text me back soon or I mite accidentally break your pretty necklace and youll have to owe me a big favor for ignoring me :)

“what the actual fuck,” yn whispered as she quickly began typing away. She didn’t know if she be upset with his back-to-back messages treating her like she was his property, or mad at herself for feeling this little need inside of her that wants to please him. Yes, all of the gang members were extremely hot and DANGEROUS, but something about ‘Ran Senpai’ gave her the cold chills; what made it worse was the urge that she possessed to go against all her morals for him.

Yn: hi! Im sorry,, I was just trying to get to my brother’s shop

Yn: wait,, do you know draken-nii?

She tilted her head and rocked lightly from side to side, waiting for a reply instead of going in and surprising her brother like she initially had planned to do. While she waited, she changed his name to ‘Tani Senpai <3’ with a small smile as she imagined Draken freaking out over the fact that a boy has caught her interest. Of course, she wasn’t romantically interested in the man, but his face isn’t one that she would mind seeing from time to time – at a safe distance that is.

Tani Senpai <3: mhm, some good and bad history

Yn: oh?

Tani Senpai <3: you do know curiosity killed the cat, right little lamb?

Yn: you flirt a lot

Yn: how old are you ?

Tani Senpai <3: 28 years young bb

Yn: youre ten whole years older than me?? You look so,, young.

Tani Senpai <3: I have aged, but trust me, I am rather youthful in different aspects.

Yn: do you by chance,, like memes?

Tani Senpai <3: ofc, especially hornee ones.

Yn: haha.. well I gotta go,

Tani Senpai <3: mhm go ahead baby, remember. Midnight <3

Yn: aye aye captain.

She felt another vibration as she placed her phone in her backpack, but she was finally able to see and surprise her brother and that is exactly what she planned to do. Quietly pulling the door open, she noted that the music blaring and Draken’s back was to her as he was fixing up what looked like Pah-chin’s old CBX 400F. It was a cute sight if she was being completely honest; her brother rebuilding his old friendships. She seen the other boys’ bikes lined up too: Draken’s Zephyr, Mitsuya’s little Impulse, Kazu-kun’s Rocket, Mikey’s CB250T, and even the late Baji’s Goki.

��Pah-san still has the old thing,” she decided to speak up instead of tackling her brother, “are you guys gonna give it to some younger kids?” right as she finished her sentence, draken whipped his head back and went to cradle yn to his chest. Suddenly, all of the stinging on her skin had vanished and she was giggling while circling her arms around her brother’s waist. “How are you ya wannabe greaser?”

“I’m doing fine you idiot, how are -,” draken lifted his head to get a good look at her, but all his excitement drained as he was met with a sight of dried blood and scraped skin. “Who the fuck did this to you? I’ll kill them right fucking now, what the hell happened yn?”

“DRAKEN,” he stopped and stared at you expecting an answer, “I tired riding my bike down the big hill by the park and this happened, okay? I’m okay.” She stared at him with a soft expression and relaxed once she noticed he slumped in his posture, “I know you said to stop riding down the hill because it’ll bite me in the ass one day, so I guess today was the day.” Yn laughed and draken tried to fight the small smile that was threatening to fall on his lips.

“Go sit on the counter and watch the store for a bit, I’m gonna get the first aid kit in the back and I guess I’ll patch ya up.” With that, he disappeared into the office hall and left yn to be lost in thought. She had never lied to Draken this heavy before. It might not seem like a big deal to others, but she just told her brother she fell down a hill instead of saying that some /Bonten/ men were just threatening her life 20 minutes ago and they treated her like a dog; well, she didn’t feel that bad anymore, considering that he would have gone and wasted his life against men that played dirty. “Get out of your head, I’m back.” Draken teased her before getting an alcohol wipe and wiping the dried blood, “don’t squirm too much, loser. iss’ gonna sting a bit tho, so try to not hit me.”

It went a lot more smooth than she had expected, yeah, the cleansing wipe and ointment burned, but now she was bandaged and able to not worry about even more blood staining her clothes til they go to the brothel.

“Here,” he handed her a spare shirt and some sweats, “I don’t like seeing you all beat up, makes me want to fight the side walk. You know where the bathroom is.” Draken slightly punched her shoulder before heading back to seat near the bike, “once you’re done, we can go meet the boys for breakfast. I bet yer hungry.”

“Yer the best, ya know that,” yn smiled before taking her bag and clothes to the bathroom. “It won’t be long,” she turned before entering the hall, “make sure the cute one is there!”

“Stop trying to fuck my friends,” Draken called out in an irritated tone as she walked away laughing. It was an ongoing joke yn had played on her brother, where she would pretend to have some crush on his friends and it’d just make him twenty times more protective around them; he never knew if she was serious or not so he had to be cautious.

Once in the bathroom, yn quickly changed into the clothes her brother had lent her and stared at herself in the mirror. She laughed when she realized she kind of looked like one of the main characters from her favorite psychological thrillers. Yn took out her phone and decided to message Mana, mitsuya’s younger sister and yn’s best friend from home, with a picture of her bandaged state and the caption, ‘take out my ankles next time, daddy <3.’ It honestly surprised her to get a reply that fast as Mana was always one to sleep until noon. She didn’t know what scared her more, the fact she sent it the wrong person, or the fact the person knew exactly what she was talking about.

Tani Senpai <3: you look hot like that

Tani Senpai <3: like being called daddy, but in this context arent I supposed to call you mommy or something LMAO

Tani Senpai <3: I can break your ankles with my baton

Tani Senpai <3: make you my little housewife and call you ‘Bum.’

Tani Senpai <3: don’t worry, I won’t turn into ashes ;) <3

“Yn,” Draken called out, “you okay in there?”

“Don’t worry about it nii-Chan,” she giggled in hopes of masking her terror, “just bumped into a wound. I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay,” draken slipped a pad and a tampon under the door, “don’t know if you might want these -,”

“LEAVE YOU IDIOT,” yn genuinely laughed and heard draken’s heavy chuckles through the door, “thank you though, I’ll be out soon.”

“I’ll be outside on the bike, bubs.”

After hearing draken’s foot steps vanish, she quickly began typing.

Yn: that wasn’t meant for you -

Tani Senpai <3: shame, I love killing stalking

Yn: wait,, really? 👀

Tani Senpai <3: mhm,, we’ll talk about it later tonite ‘bum ;)

Yn: .. deal :)

Despite every shitty thing that has happened to her since she got back, it felt as if they were supposed to meet; fate as one would call it. She was offering herself to one of the most dangerous men who rule the underworld, and she didn’t even find herself to minding.

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1-800-smash · 4 years

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could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺

「 learning the alphabet. 」

feat. bakugo.

summary: bakugo isn’t the most patient person in the world, but he’s going to take his time teaching you things you won’t ever forget any time soon ;)

warnings: nsfw content.

[ all character’s are aged up appropriately. ]

word count: 2k

request: @anon — ❝could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺❞

@anon — ❝hey! can i get bakugou with a, b, i from the alphabet? thank you so much :)❞

@anon — ❝your writing is so nice! can i request the alphabet for Bakugou plz?❞

@anon — ❝Can you please do the alphabet for bakugou?🥺❞

a/n: here is a little treat before kinktober! i hope you all enjoy it, and i can’t wait to write more for you all! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.30.20]

nsfw below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

⚘ for bakugo, aftercare depends on the sex.

⚘ during more intimate moments he’s more willing to care for you after, showing you just how much he loves you through these smaller actions.

⚘ giving you an extra pillow or rubbing small circles into your back, you name it.

⚘ but if you two are just fucking?

⚘ good luck with that.

⚘ he’s much more focused on catching his breath and getting comfortable under the covers but regardless, cuddles are a definitely happening.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⚘ he’s absolutely obsessed with your thighs.

⚘ the way he sees the muscles in your thighs work as you sink yourself down on his cock over and over, your breasts bouncing in every direction as you set the hard pace.

⚘ he loves gripping his fingers into them as he tries to control your movements, your breathy moans urging him to go faster.

⚘ for him, his favorite body part is his arms.

⚘ he spends a lot of time working out and toning his body for hero work, so when he sees you enjoying his handiwork, he gets pretty smug.

⚘ but also because he loves the feeling of you wrapped in his arms after, protecting you from anything and everything that might try to hurt you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⚘ bakugo never has a bad orgasm with you, he’s always giving you everything he’s got.

⚘ there’s no way he couldn’t, with just how your walls milk him after every time he makes you cum around his cock.

⚘ when bakugo cums, he cums hard.

⚘ and that means an even bigger mess to clean up.

⚘ honestly, it’s a surprise how you haven’t ended up pregnant...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⚘ he secretly likes when you take control in the bedroom.

⚘ he’d never tell you this, of course.

⚘ but sometimes, he likes the idea of you throwing him back onto the bed and just fucking riding him until he’s a whimpering mess.

⚘ other times, he wants to feel loved too.

⚘ instead of making love to you, he wants you to make love to him.

⚘ if that makes sense.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⚘ now this is just my opinion here but-

⚘ i think bakugo wouldn’t be very open to having sex with just anyone.

⚘ he’s very tsundere when it comes to liking someone, and his personality can be a bit much for people at times.

⚘ not to mention he’d be so focused on surpassing deku and becoming the number one hero, that relationships wouldn’t be something he’d want to commit to.

⚘ so depending on when you two become an item, bakugo might still be a virgin.

⚘ now that’s not say he wouldn’t ever have sex before you, but the possibility is there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⚘ he loves fucking you from behind.

⚘ his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they leave bruises, while he pounds into you until you can’t even see straight.

⚘ he gets better leverage this way as his hand comes down to force your head into the mattress as he continues slam his hips into you.

⚘ he’s also really into sixty-nine.

⚘ your mouth wrapped deliciously around his cock and he delves his tongue into your slick folds.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⚘ he wouldn’t be humorous AT ALL.

⚘ unless he’s teasing you, but that’s another thing all on its own.

⚘ he’s too in the moment to be joking around, wanting instead to focus on you and all the ways he can make you scream his name in ecstasy.

⚘ would definitely still call you ‘dumbass’, even in your more intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep his pubic hair trimmed and not too messy.

⚘ doesn’t mean it might not get out of hand sometimes.

⚘ but he’s pretty good at keeping everything neat and well groomed.

⚘ it’s the same color as his own ashy blonde hair, with a little of the same jaggedness to it as well.

⚘ although, since he keeps it trimmed, it’s not as messy as his own hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⚘ he’s not very romantic when it comes to sex, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be.

⚘ when it comes to special moments between the two of you, he’s more likely to slow down and take his time with you.

⚘ but bakugo likes having sex.

⚘ like a lot.

⚘ so more often times than not, he’s going to be fucking your brains out, feelings be damned.

⚘ that’s his way of showing you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⚘ he doesn’t jack off as often when he’s in a relationship.

⚘ why should he now that he has you?

⚘ like i said, bakugo likes sex.

⚘ he’d much rather be making you cum all over his cock than simply fisting it by himself.

⚘ the only time he really takes the time to touch himself is if you two are doing it together or he’s away for work.

⚘ otherwise, your pussy is the only thing that he wants wrapped around his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⚘ teasing is a big one for him, he loves to make you all hot and needy for him.

⚘ and the way you practically beg him to just put it in and fuck you already, well...

⚘ let’s just say, you’re lucky bakugo still has some restraint.

⚘ otherwise, there is no way you’d be walking straight ever again.

⚘ because when it comes to you, all he wants is to show you whose cock you belong to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⚘ get him aroused enough in public and there’s a good chance he’ll fuck you as soon as he gets the chance.

⚘ and especially if you’re acting like a brat.

⚘ he likes how easily he can take control in situations like these, you being too caught up with his actions to protest.

⚘ but on the other hand he doesn’t want anyone seeing you in such a vulnerable state that’s meant for his eyes only.

⚘ but god, if he doesn’t enjoy hearing you desperately hold back your moans as he’s fucking you.

⚘ “shut up, dumbass... you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⚘ i think the better question is, what doesn’t turn him on?

⚘ he’s down to fuck whenever and wherever, doesn’t matter the circumstance.

⚘ it’s hard enough for his to resist you as it is, with you being so goddamn sexy and all.

⚘ sometimes he just can’t help himself, he just HAS to have you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⚘ while bakugo can be rough at times, there is no way he’d want to actually hurt you.

⚘ he cares about you too much to see you in any significant amount of pain.

⚘ now that’s not to say he won’t punish you, of course.

⚘ especially when you’re being a goddamn brat.

⚘ spanking your ass until it’s nice and red, maybe a little love bite here and there.

⚘ but at any point if you’re in pain or crying, he’s right there to calm you down and whisper sweet words of affection while rubbing circles into your back.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⚘ he won’t lie to you, he definitely prefers receiving than giving.

⚘ that’s just how he is.

⚘ doesn’t mean he won’t take his sweet time sitting himself between your thighs, lapping at all your sweet juices as he holds you down in place.

⚘ bakugo is NEVER one to half-ass things, especially when it comes to you.

⚘ and while he would much rather receive than give, he’ll never disappoint you in the slightest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep a hard and fast pace when he’s slamming his hips into yours.

⚘ he’s fascinated by all noises that he can draw out of you when his cock is buried into your heat all the way down to the base.

⚘ and god, does that not feel so fucking good.

⚘ sometimes he’ll want a slower and more sensual pace, but that’s usually saved for special moments.

⚘ like when the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, or when you both decided to make a little brat of your own.

⚘ but, on rare occasions, he just wants to make love to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⚘ he really likes quickies.

⚘ like i mean, he really likes them.

⚘ you two have some extra time to yourselves? might as well let him fuck the shit out of you.

⚘ and he’s not going to stop until you’re practically begging to cum.

⚘ then, and only then, will he reach his fingers down to press tiny, fast circles to your clit.

⚘ he’s going to give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⚘ he’s down for some experimentation.

⚘ as long as it’s nothing too extreme and you both agree to do it, he’s more than willing to go along with whatever you might want to do.

⚘ remember kids, safety first!

⚘ however, i don’t think bakugo would want to be pegged.

⚘ at least not without some solid convincing on your part.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⚘ he can last for about 2 hours maximum.

⚘ what can he say? he’s got a lot of stamina, especially for the woman he loves so goddamn much.

⚘ he’d be more than glad to fuck you for two hours straight, and god only help you if you let him.

⚘ needless to say, you won’t be walking for a few days.

⚘ now for bakugo, the rounds depend on how needy the both of you are for each other.

⚘ and for that, the highest he can go is five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⚘ he would be totally down to use sex toys with you.

⚘ i mean, this man can fuck you good enough on his own, but sometimes you got to throw something new into the mix.

⚘ he’d even be down to go with you when buying them, but he’d probably not say much.

⚘ as much as bakugo would want to do it, he still has his shy side when it comes to certain things.

⚘ especially when it comes to buying something as lewd as sex toys in public.

⚘ he’s a tsundere, after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⚘ this can go one of two ways; he gets too worked up himself and gives in or, he teases you until you’re absolutely begging for his cock.

⚘ there is no in-between.

⚘ sometimes bakugo doesn’t have the patience to tease you.

⚘ but other times, that’s all he wants to fucking do.

⚘ either way, he’s going to be making you cum so many times that you’ll both lose count.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⚘ he’s not very vocal when it comes to moaning during sex.

⚘ expect a few grunts and curses here and there, but moans...

⚘ nope.

⚘ he’ll get louder the closer he is to cumming as he pounds his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⚘ something bakugo would never tell you, is that he really wants to start a family with you.

⚘ as i said before, bakugo would need to like you a lot to even consider dating you let alone have sex.

⚘ so if he’s with you, it’s for the long road.

⚘ and that includes having kids of your own.

⚘ this is probably not until much later in your relationship though, as kids are a big commitment and he doesn’t want to get into that right away.

⚘ but thinking about you all big and regnant with his kid, is definitely something he won’t want to stop picturing any time soon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⚘ he’s 5.8 inches, circumcised.

⚘ his cock is a bit on the thinner side, with a nice, long vein running from the underside all the way to the tip.

⚘ he goes absolutely feral whenever you run your tongue up and down along it.

⚘ and don’t even get him started on when you swirl your tongue around the tip, he fucking loves when you do that.

⚘ just know what you’re getting yourself into if you even tease him the slightest, you’re asking for a whole world of trouble.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⚘ bakugo has a pretty high sex drive.

⚘ no no, i still don’t think you understand.

⚘ he has a pretty HIGH sex drive, like he wants to fuck ALL THE TIME.

⚘ it’s almost surprising... almost.

⚘ but really just give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile.

⚘ he doesn’t even need an excuse to fuck you, he just HAS to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⚘ he can be pretty quick to fall asleep afterwards.

⚘ especially after you two just had a round of rough sex.

⚘ what can he say? you take a lot out of him.

⚘ in only the best ways, of course.

⚘ he loves showing you just how much he cares about you when it comes to sex...

⚘ and with bakugo, there’s no way he’d ever let you forget it.

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vanityloves · 2 years

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HHHHHHHHHHHH I'M HONORED YOU THINK OF MAXWELL AND ME, THANK YOU JUDE 😭!!!!!! Gosh please you really know me, ocean and the color green and the royalty aesthetic i try hard to go for is just... Ahhhhh I'm touched man ;----; ✨💗👑!!!!

My one (1) horror f/o is Nate Wallace/Repo from Repo: The Genetic Opera! It's a slapstick, gorey, raunchy, grungy musical and it's just so fricjinf fun to watch, it's free on Prime i believe and gosh i recommend it!!! (You look like you'd enjoy this one character named Graverobber. Imagine a feral raccoon but with nice hair and a great voice and that's him dkkdkdkd)

Nathan is like a Jekyll and Hyde character in which he has a dark persona I HC he created to help himself deal psychologically with the messed up situation he's forced into- when he sings and even talks as his darker self, "Repo", his voice becomes more rough and growly and i just brbrbrbr sit there like

👁️ 👄 👁️<3

i read "wife them up" and INSTANTLY pictured Jason in a 1950s house dress and heels I'm so sorry but also I'm not sorry because that's a whole look and you & I both know this so I guess I'm apologizing to your followers really for me just throwing that mental image out there djdjdjdjd I need you to think of Jason chopping firewood but in a 50s day dress ok it's important <333

Also i think that's so sweet what your sis got you ✨💗🥺!!! I bet she loves her new wallet, those are super fricking nifty, wallets are just idk they're so useful and fun and personalized y'know? Bet Spencer would carry a picture of you two together in his wallet ✨💗

Sunny @tex-treasures

HONESTLY I THINK OF ALL UR FOS WHEN I SEE YOU LIKE kabu, moriarty, maxwell, and def nathan too! you have a very distinct feel/aura and aesthetic that i associate you with and youre always so inviting and kind! @tex-treasures

OK I LOVE REPO AND IDK WHY SUMN DIDNT CONNECT FOR A SECOND LIKE i know hes from repo but i just blanked 😭 also so true, Graverobber is big sexy, i actually use his voice as a voiceclaim of another chara i used to ship with!

i rly need to rewatch it when i get the chance! i still have the songs saved on my phone n they casually come on when i shuffle my music which is ♡♡♡ on top of that, i made repo!medic art a while ago which is actually one of those pieces im kinda proud of :D

also i can definitely see that! esp with how grim their present day is, plus having no real solution? on top of having a sickly daughter - its just A Lot for a guy to take :'/ hopefully you can bring some light in his life (and shilohs if thats your dynamic!) YAYA I GET WHAT YOU MEAN! his darker, alter ego, having to hide it from his daughter and being the guy everyone fears when mentioned;:

its so wild bc jason shouldve been raised in the 50s (but The Incident happened so things didnt rly work out) but i imagine his mother taught him a few things n was generally well behaved! jason in the housewife fit fo tha day 😩 also no need to apologize, i think this guy needs more clothes as a treat 😌 a mans gotta make due with the clothes campers left so i imagine he has to squeeze into some tight shirts and such when hes desperate hshdcthe guy can rip apart logs w/ his hands in a dress and id sot there like *claps* encore encore 😌💕

also ty! i cleared up my keyring and put her stuff on it + a wee jason charm i bought ! also i was kinda surprised at how happy she was w/ it bc shes usually like 'ew.' whenever i give/tell her sumn shdjd and yayaya i feel like those smaller items can tell u a lot ab the person (eg. ppl that still use those duct tape wallets...Wow.) Spencer is the puts ugliest photo of me as his home screen but he'll be dramatic and have a pic of us in his wallet so he can make up a story to get out of things qjdhd

#ah...au where jasons Kinda Ok ... *puts on the camp counselor fit*#sunny!!!#tex!!!#nathan: i can be yuor angle...or yuor devil #idk why repo and beetlejuice give me the same vibes sometimes #probably the dead mom concept HSHSHD #ask reply #ahhh ty sm tex i care youA

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yanderememes · 3 years

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Okay, here we go! Time to see who's ass is kidnapping mine (and no limits to a specific jjba part, it's all free game!)

I'm an infj, demigirl, panromantic asexual! 5'3 but I can throw hands if needed, although I'd prefer not to. My most noticeable physical traits are my incredibly colorful hair, and my fashion. I may be fairly rough and tumble, but I like looking more on the femme side! Like if you took a femme fatale and threw some e-girl in there for flavour. My fashion sense usually sticks me out like a sore thumbs, but if I'm traveling I make a point to mimic fashion trends in the area.

My signs are: Aquarius (sun), Cancer (moon), Capricorn (rising), and Aries (venus)! Oh, and Scorpio mars if that matters! Stubbornness runs in my family, and I'm easily the chaotic good gay cousin you can find in a family gathering.

I'm the mum/older sister-friend for most of my loved ones, but most people and strangers tend to be intimidated by me, my bluntness, and perceived reserved personality, so they tend to avoid me (which is understandable given I have like at least three knives on my person at all times.)

I'm passionate about a lot of things despite keeping them under wraps, but a few of my favorite things and activities are: the ocean, singing, birds of prey, romance-y type things, magic (I am a born and practicing witch, so supernatural experiences are not unusual to me) and exploring.

I hate spiders, anything involving medical needles, dishonesty, and unnecessary cruelty.

According to friends I'm fairly flirty but thats just how I talk with people I'm comfy with. I tend to adjust well to different social situations because I reflect other people's demeanors, but I don't hesitate to call people out on their bullshit even if I do it with a smile. I'm an total adrenaline junkie, but I also have social anxiety, depression, and PTSD(from a sexual assault, sadly).

So I have days where I can't really be touched but most of the time private cuddles and subtle physical touches are how I show trust and affection. My anxiety works pretty much as advertised, much it can easily be overridden by the Mom Friend Instinct. My depression is usually managed pretty well, but I can have serious RSD from my adhd (rejection sensitive dysphoria) which can send me spiraling from there. Speaking of the adhd, it doesn't really show unless you know me well, in which case it shows by:

I do the tangential ideas method of conversation to the irriation of many, I hyperfixate like a motherfucker (which means often I forget to take care of myself for hours or days on end) Executive dysfunction (really complicated but basically my brain literally stops me from doing certain things), and my need for specific types/combos of stimulation to be the most happy/productive

I have insomnia so I often don't sleep until like 6am, and I have a bad habit of sleeping only when my body decides it's had enough of my bullshit.

On the more spicy side of things, I'm a hardcore switch with an affinity for both overstimulation and edging, especially when paired with shibari and praise. As mentioned earlier, I'm asexual, but the high powers above decided to play a joke and not only make me ace, but make me have an absolutely raging libido and *then* give me genophobia from my ptsd ;-;

Dealing with more yandere themes, I'm incredibly paranoid and and easily socially spooked. I know how to use my surroundings to either fight for me, or use them as tools so I can fight myself. I'm also naturally private, but if you manage to find the right buttons or subjects to get me riled up over, it's like a broken dam and it's easier to get me to open up in the future. I'm very good at picking up on vibes from people, and my behavior towards them tends to adjust accordingly. Out of the fight/flight/freeze/fawn reactions, I tend to freeze, but then immediately switch to fight after. I don't have much in the way of proper fighting experience, but I know how to play dirty, and use my usually smaller body to my advantage. I can sprint like hell, but the moment I stop, I'm out like a light because I have the lung endurance of a hamster with asthma.

I hope this wasn't too much information, I just wanted to make sure all my bases were covered. Feel free to just skim or pick out what matters!Thank you so much for doing this, I'm so excited to see what u think!

-✨

Hi anon! Thanks for sending in the match up request 💙

I ship you with Jotaro! I personally think he'd be the best for you☺️

He would find your motherly figure to be attractive. He's not outwardly affectionate or good with demonstrating his feelings so he admires someone who can, like you!

Your passion for the ocean will make his heart soar. Despite being quiet, I think that'll get him talking more than usual and he'd love to share this passion. It's quite niche

I think he would want to hear you sing when visiting the ocean together. Yes, he'll isolate you like any other yandere, but visits to the ocean are the only exception since its a shared passion

Private cuddles and subtle physical touches are totally fine with him. He's not big on PDA and tbh he'd also show his affection like that too (not like you have a choice anyways since you're being held captive)

He'd stay up with you with at night cuz I hc that he has insomnia as well because of his PTSD from his time in Egypt

Lastly, Jotaro would take care of you and handle any issues regarding your health. He's pretty grounded (minus the unhealthy yandere obsession) so he'd look after your health and make sure you're staying healthy and hydrated!

#ask #anonymous

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satoruvt · 4 years

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the color of you - blue (6)

ITS HERE. I HOPE I DID WELL. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT AKDSHKFJSDH

pairing → keigo takami x reader

word count → 3213

summary → you’re not really dating, so you can’t really be in love with him... right?

song inspo → hell of flying by jeremy zucker, cassette by demian, a lil of bugbear by chloe moriondo

this chapter → y/n comes to conclusions, keigo’s a dork, tension, a fight, crying.

So it’s been… strange.

Or rather, it hasn’t been strange at all, which makes everything even more strange, somehow. You feel like things should be so much different, but they’re not. You reached a wild conclusion that threw you for a fucking loop, made you sit in your kitchen at Angel Cakes and contemplate what the hell you were going to do about anything that would ever occur to you from here on out. Sometimes you almost ask Keigo how things haven’t changed at all, since you’ve decided that you like him, but then you have to stop yourself from saying anything because, oh, right, you haven’t told him.

You don’t plan to, either.

It’d just mess everything up, wouldn’t it? To say “hey, I know we’ve been fake dating for like two and a half months now but I’m kind of liking the idea of really dating you”? Kinda fucked. Not to mention, from a professional stance, what if it ruins your guys’ chemistry when you’re being watched by the entire world? If someone finds out that the whole thing is fake - regardless of your feelings - it means Keigo’s public image and your entire life at the bakery. Everything would go to shit, and after it’s burned down, you doubt you’d even have Keigo.

So you’re not telling him. You’re in love with one of your closest friends, who you are also fake dating, who is also the Number Two hero in the country, and you’re not telling him how you feel. Yes. Okay.

You’ve had a lot of time to reflect about your own feelings, because after Keigo left to fight that villain the other day (and after you managed to get off the ground and clean up) you were sure it was a heat-of-the-moment thing. Yeah, he looked pretty, and there was something dreamy and domestic about laughing and throwing baking ingredients at each other, so maybe your heart just got confused.

But you’d called him to ask if he was okay (instead of a usual text) and he’d picked up the phone and laughed and your heart had not done that before. Not with Keigo, not on the phone, and not like that. And usually his pet names amused you, but he’d called you “sweetheart” over the phone and his voice was tired and drawled a bit. It made you dizzy. You said goodbye pretty soon after that.

You’re barely walking up the stairs of your apartment complex when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Butterflies (and moths, a few) erupt in your stomach when you read the name, and then immediately die when you read the text itself.

keigo baby 🐦

Do u want to have a playdate with me 👉👈 I could come over if ur mom says its okay

Why him? You think to yourself, swallowing the vomit in your throat and fishing your keys out of your bag to unlock your door. You text back when you get inside, throwing your belongings on the nearest surface.

y/n

don’t ever talk to me again

keigo baby 🐦

Is that a yes??

y/n

….fine, but if u ever use those emojis again i’ll break up with u. legally

keigo baby 🐦

baby no!!!!

You throw your phone down onto your sofa before flopping over it, letting yourself sink into the cushions for a moment. It takes no more than ten minutes for Keigo to be at your door, letting himself in without so much as a knock. You know that it’s technically your doing, since you didn’t lock it when you came in, but you still whine at him about it, and he mocks you jokingly.

It seems he either senses your tiredness or didn’t have anything in mind to do anyways, because all Keigo does is lift your legs up from where they’re sprawled out on the couch and sits down in their place, letting them flop back onto his lap. He adjusts so his wings aren’t smashed against the back of the couch (or, at least, not as much). You move your feet off of his lap.

You’ve come to really appreciate days like this, where you simply bask in his company and he does yours. As much as Keigo is nonchalant about his lifestyle, you know it’s exhausting for him to do what he does every single day, and then to have to talk to people (fans, reporters, anyone). He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know. And, well, if you can give him a moment of comfort -

God, no, stop thinking like that. You can’t afford to think like that right now.

The two of you talk, occasionally sharing posts from social media and laughing at dumb little cat videos (there was one that was five whole minutes of one of the guys from that k-pop band being compared to cat pictures and it’s the most wholesome thing you’ve ever seen to date). Before you know it, it’s been a few hours, the sun just fully covered by the distant mountains. The sky cools down in purple and blue hues, dressing up for the night to come. You and Keigo are laughing over old vines, and in your mind you think that it really couldn’t be that bad for this to be every night instead of just… some nights.

At the end of the compilation Keigo groans out a lingering laugh, stretching his legs out as best he can without hitting your coffee table. You stand up, feeling the need to move around as well, and walk towards your kitchen for a drink. Keigo stands after you but doesn’t move, letting his wings flex and stretch from being contained for so long. You get a glass of water, lift it to your lips just as Keigo lifts his arms above his head and holy fucking shit, his stomach -

Tummy! the tiny voice in your head squeals, but the hornier one screams at the top of its lungs ABS and honestly you don’t know what the fuck to do and neither does your body so you choke on your water. Keigo startles, eyes wide, and with a mumbled “holy shit” makes his way over to you as you cough and sputter over your sink.

It takes a minute, but you eventually come back, eyes watery and face red for multiple reasons. You take a deep breath and Keigo rubs your back, eyeing you, which only makes the entire situation worse.

“Jesus, are you okay?” He asks, and you nod, but you can’t look at him.

“Yeah, uh,” you clear your throat, blinking a few times. “Just… went down the wrong pipe, I guess.”

Fuck.

You barely recover from seeing a sliver of Keigo’s stomach, and the memory haunts you for days. You attempt at willing it out of your brain, try to tell yourself that you just didn’t see it at all, but your heart is strong as hell and refuses to let your head forget it. You think about it multiple times a day. You think about it for at least twenty minutes each time. You think about it until Keigo texts you a little less than a week after it happened.

Your phone buzzes on the counter in the kitchen and you finish up your bread dough, putting it into a bowl gently and setting a timer to let it prove. Once your hands are effectively clean, you open the message, letting yourself scoff.

keigo baby 🐦

Just finished a photoshoot, could really use a donut right now :/

Attached to his message is a picture of himself, and honestly, he looks really fucking good. It takes pretty much everything in you not to collapse and die. God.

You look up a picture of a donut on Google - they sold out today, and you are not going to make one just for Keigo - and send it to him. For my hardworking fake boyfriend, you send with it. Mostly to emphasize fake for both of you. Yourself especially.

keigo baby 🐦

Fake??? :( sweetheart, u hurt me

Your mind stops working when you read his text, so you leave him on read.

The next time you see Keigo in person is when you’re contemplating whether or not you should keep… hanging out with him.

The contract only has a little over a month left, so it’s not as if it’d be that hard to deal with… besides, it’d be easier on the both of you when this whole thing inevitably ends. You don’t see yourself being able to be around him without thinking about kissing him over and over. Not now, at least. You hope it changes. You hope it’s a weird phase or something.

Keigo texts you and invites - demands - you over (his excuse is that with the hero conference coming up soon many of the smaller heroes are taking care of villains and giving him more time off) and honestly, if you’re really gonna try to stop talking to him as much, this could be your goodbye or whatever. Also, he mentioned wine, and you need to get drunk. Like, “give me an entire bottle so I can cope with the idea of falling for you because I know that you don’t feel the same and I am simply trying to ride out the rest of this “relationship” so I don’t ruin our dynamic and chemistry while we’re being watched by literally the entire world” drunk.

Yeah. It’s been a rough few weeks.

Every time you go to Keigo’s apartment it reminds you of just how broke you are, but you suppose the apartment itself is fitting. It’s definitely modern, but it holds the clutter of Keigo’s personality - blankets strung everywhere, LED lights, a poster of Endeavor hung up in his closet (but you’re sworn to secrecy about that, you pinky promised). When you knock on his door he doesn’t answer, and it’s a good minute and a half before you get a text that says “it’s open, come in” and you sigh, because again, why him?

He’s sitting on the couch, and when he sees you he smiles like he didn’t just refuse to open the door because he’s too lazy. “Well, if it isn’t the love of my life,” he says, and for a second you can fool yourself into believing it’s genuine.

“I’m just here for the wine, dude,” you tease, and he mocks offense at your words.

“Ouch. Mid-relationship rejection.”

Nonetheless, Keigo gets the wine himself (selective little shit) and two glasses, pours each of you one. It isn’t long before you’ve had at least three glasses but no more than five, and you’re maybe, perhaps, a little drunk.

Keigo is, too, so you’re not really alone, but he’s talking about something Endeavor did like he’s the greatest hero in the world. It makes you smile, just a bit, but then again, you’re usually sentimental when you’re drunk, so maybe it’s just that. Or maybe it’s because you like him. It doesn’t really matter now.

“Hey, Kei,” you murmur when he’s done with his story. He hums, takes another sip out of his glass. “What happens when this is over?”

You look at your feet, scrunching up your toes inside your socks so you have something to look at. Then your eyes move up more, to the top of his coffee table, and then finally they land on him, and he looks gorgeous. He always does.

Keigo blinks once, twice, then shrugs, goes back to his wine. “Dunno. I hope we’re still friends, though,” he says.

“Friends? You want to be friends?”

You’re drunk. You should go to sleep, or go home, or something. Talking is not something you should be doing.

“What?” Keigo asks, but more like he didn’t hear you rather than he didn’t understand, so you take your chance, even through your hazed mind.

“Nothing,” you say, swirling the wine in your glass. “Forget about it.”

And it seems like he does, because when you wake up on his couch the next morning with a killer headache and he stumbles out of his room with a groan he doesn’t mention anything about it even when he talks about everything else.

Keigo texts you a few days later, a picture of him posing with another wine bottle.

keigo baby 🐦

round 2??

The picture is cute. He’s smiling, all lips and curves and blonde hair and tan skin. He’s dressed in sweats, you can see, but he still looks like a model. It makes your heart sink and fly at the same time.

y/n

can’t, sorry. have to stay late at angel cakes. i’ll see u at the hero conference tho

He doesn’t text you for a while after that.

The conference comes quick, and before you know it you’re in another hotel suite, getting makeup done. It doesn’t take as much dressing up - your dress is shorter this time, less formal, your makeup less extravagant. You don’t feel nervous, not like last time, but you don’t necessarily feel comfortable either. Your makeup artist is different this time.

It takes a considerably less amount of time for you to get ready, and you stare at yourself in the mirror before it’s time to go. Your dress is beautiful - blue, royal, deep and light at the same time and gorgeous. Simple, too, nothing too out there. When you step out of the hotel room you notice Keigo’s still in his hero costume, but you suppose he has to be. You don’t match with him like you did last time.

There’s no banter, no teasing, no compliments. The ride to the venue is quiet. Keigo sends you a look at one point - a “tell me what’s wrong” look - but you only shrug, offer him the best smile you can, which apparently isn’t convincing, because he frowns when he sees it. You wish he wouldn’t frown so much.

The conference is short, but maybe you’re just distracted. An usher walks you to your seat at a VIP table and it seems like you sit down and then it ends. You clap for Keigo, smile like you’re endlessly proud of him - and you are, even if it doesn’t show that well tonight - and watch him make a scene becuase that’s what he does. He winks at you at one point during the night, while he’s talking into the microphone, and you know it’s for the publicity. The conference ends significantly earlier than the awards show, however, so you don’t have to stay in the suite for the night.

The ride back to the suite seems shorter than the ride to the venue and it takes you maybe twenty minutes to wipe the makeup off of your face and take off your dress. You walk across the hall to Keigo’s room, knock on the door. He answers.

“Okay, I’m gonna head out, I’m feelin’ kinda tired,” you tell him with a small smile. “Just wanted to say bye.”

“Let me walk you home,” he says instead, and your brain yells at you no!

“No, it’s fine, Kei -”

“Please. I want to.”

He’s never said that before, and a part of you knows you wouldn’t be able to say no to him even if he hadn’t, so you nod and let him follow you out of the hotel and to your apartment. The walk is silent and it makes you feel uneasy but you can’t really do anything about it, not with what you’re trying to do, so nothing happens until you reach your apartment.

You know where this is going, even if you don’t want to, so you take a deep breath, hold the door open for him so Keigo can come inside. He looks at you weirdly for a moment but then enters your apartment, standing in the junction of your entryway and living room like he’s uncomfortable. You let him, then walk to the kitchen for something to drink.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

Keigo scoffs. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

You know he noticed - it’s impossible not to, but you didn’t think… you didn’t think he’d call you out on it. Your pause is evident, but you pretend like it didn’t happen at all. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say.

“Yeah? Wanna rethink that, sweetheart?”

The almost-malice in his tone when he says your usual pet name startles you, and when you look up at Keigo it seems like it startled him, too, doe-eyed and looking at you. You shake your head, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room behind him to throw your things down, try to pass the message to him that this is not good. “You’re wrong,” you say.

“I’m not - I’m not wrong, Y/N,” he says, turning around to look at you. “Every time I see you it seems like you’re pushing me away, like you’re not here, and I don’t know if I did something, but I -” he pauses, runs a gloved hand over his face and you want to tell him that it’s not his fault, but that would lead to you telling him everything, and you can’t. “I miss you.”

His voice is broken. When you speak again, your voice sounds like his, but somehow worse. Smaller. “You’re wrong,” you insist. You know he’s not.

“I’m not,” he pushes back. “I’d like to think that in the months we’ve been -”

He stops himself, and you take your opportunity. “That we’ve been what? Dating? We’re not dating, Keigo, we both signed a fucking contract to benefit your public image! This is nothing!”

You have no idea what you’re doing. It’s not nothing. It will never be nothing.

“You think this is nothing?”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you know for sure we’ll still be friends when this is over.”

He can’t, and he won’t. You’re trying really hard not to cry, but it hurts to fight with him like this, and it hurts that you think you’re falling in love with him, and it hurts that if you tell him it’ll ruin everything and it hurts, so a few tears slip out anyways.

“Y/N,” Keigo says, and his voice is so soft. You want to melt into him, but you shy away when he reaches for you. “Please just tell me -”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you choke out. “I can’t - I’m - I’m calling it. I’ll send my lawyer if you need anything but I just…”

You can’t even look at him. Has he always been so far away?

“Get out, Keigo.”

It sounds so cold, so unfamiliar, coming from your mouth and you half expect another person to have said it entirely. This isn’t you, this isn’t how you and Keigo act, this isn’t… this isn’t it. There’s a pause, like he’s waiting for something, but then you hear him sigh - practically feel him deflate, and then he walks out of your apartment, door shutting quietly behind him.

It’s so quiet when he’s gone.

You take a deep breath, walk back to your bedroom, curl into yourself on the bed, and cry in the blue light of the sky left behind by the sun.

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heli0s-writes · 3 years

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hi Helios, big fan! I have a question: how does a writer vividly describe an environment? I’m in the middle of writing, and I don’t want to write a simple description, I want the reader to feel it. I hope u see this! :)

Hey there!

Mmmm my personal strategy for describing environment is to imagine it as a painting. What’s in the background, what are the colors like, what do you want to stand out most, and then how can you say all of that without having to plot out every tiny grain? There’s got to be a good balance. If you are wanting to make your reader connect to the scene emotionally, throw things in there that evoke familiarity to them and make it purposeful. How does the environment relate to your story? What is necessary for the reader to know?

This is vague and I’m not sure how it might exactly apply to your situation, but for example, if I wanted to describe a childhood bedroom, I might write:

They didn’t turn it into a gym, at least. The comforter set’s been changed and it’s not a pattern you recognize. The hole in the window screen’s been patched over, too, but it still looks, smells, feels like yours.

That music box inlaid with pearl from your first communion that you wound up so many times the poor ballerina snapped off-- she’s probably still in there, en pointe and on her side. There’s the crooked garland of plastic flowers from somebody’s pretend luau party draped over the mirror, and— you pause, suddenly thrilled, scrambling to crawl over the bed.

There it is: your silver coin on the windowsill, always faced up.

How many times did you spin it over your knuckles watching the night air shift? Held it to your eye and replaced the moon? Kissed it for luck, for courage, for comfort?

You blow the dust off Washington’s serene profile and shine it with the front of your shirt. Then, you stick it in your pocket, needing the protection of an old charm.

I started with a rough and broad stroke (bedroom didn’t get turned into a gym, something that’s stereotypically portrayed after moving out), then got a little smaller with the details: music box with a broken ballerina because it was well-loved; a string of plastic flowers; and a lucky coin.

These are all reminiscent of childhood mementos you’ve either experienced yourself or have seen enough times in a movie/read in a book that it evokes some kind of nostalgia. Once I got to the coin, I zoomed even more to explore its significance, adding another speckle of detail. This section might serve to reveal parts of the reader’s childhood to others, or to you, the actual reader. Keep your eye on the prize! If you’re describing a beautiful setting but then move the story and never mention it again or use it in any way, your audience will feel a little high and dry. Keep it brief. Don’t overdo. :)

Hope that helps!! So sorry it was long!!

#i snapped with the coin thing #and hurt my own feelings #writing advice #thanks for trusting my opinion lksjdflsjdsl #🥺🥺🥺

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yetanotherreader · 4 years

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One Day

Fic Type: Stand-alone/One-Shot

Genre: Drama (Heavy Angst)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Joseph Hughes (OC)

Word Count: 3,032.

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Marital Abuse, Mentions of marital rape, abusive marriage, physical violence.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Mobile app doesn't support the cut, so pardon for the no read more thingy.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I went on this little(big) break and I haven't updated useful in a while. I'm going through a writer's block again, trying to write and stopping after a while. and I have so many college projects to do during quarantine. I hope y'all are keeping safe. I wrote this one shot in hopes of getting back at writing. Woke up all night writing this, so I really hope you all will like it. But again, since I woke up the night writing this, it may or may not be up to your expectations. Please heed the warning above, girls. I really do not want any of you going through more stress during these stressful times.

Also, I used the same tag list as Useful in this one too. I don't know if everyone of you will like to be added to any of my other works so let me know if you want your name removed or added. :)

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His eyes were locked on the big gates of the hall, both waiting for and dreading the moment that particular person entered who he'd been missing for months. He gave a once over to the venue. This place was gorgeous, a palace in fact. A big chandelier graced the double ceiling and there was a colorful fountain in the garden outside. The lights were the right amount of bright and the drinks tasted just about perfect. Even the waiters wore their uniforms more expensive than his suit. It was something Dean had always seen in those Disney movies which, don't tell anyone, were his guilty pleasure.

He and Sam had come here for a case—the only reason that gave them the privilege to get into a place like this one. People have reported weird occurrences happening around here, followed by the abduction of everyone who saw it. Turned out, it was a serial killer and the police had taken care of it even before they reached.

Something about that place, though, made him want to stay. For some reason, he didn't make a U-turn and go back. Maybe it was the fact that it was the annual ball of the city where only the rich and reputed were invited, that he wanted to feel reputed for once, or that here he would see someone he hadn't seen in a while, someone he missed everyday he lived. He knew it would shatter his heart when he saw her, but he was willing to take a heartbreak if it meant seeing her once. Sam didn't say a word against it, but Dean knew better than to think he was okay with him going through all that torture.

Just when his eyes reached back to the doors, he saw, once again, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The woman who made his heart flutter and break at the same time, the woman he loved the most. She was dressed in rose gold, the drape hugging her curves as perfectly as he remembered. Her hair was up in a messy bun, which only she could pull off that good, with few softly curled strands coming out to shape her face. Her lips were colored wine red, as tempting as ever, and her face was covered in a darker make up than he ever remembered her wear. In a better shape than when he last saw her, her posture screamed royalty. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. The only thing was, she wasn't herself. Or at least, her old self. Does time change people that much? It took him all his power to remove his gaze from her, her arm entangled with the other man's, helped.

She wasn't his to call anymore, she never was. Maybe the only woman who he liked but never kissed, the only woman who made him go all hot and bothered but he never dared touch her the way he desired. The only woman he loved enough to not make a move. He knew his feelings were mutual, he saw it in her eyes when they sat on the hood of the impala, chatting through the sleepless nights. He saw it every time she laughed at his piss poor jokes or narrowed her eyes at the women who flirted with him. He saw it when she cried for the first time in front of him and yelled at him because she thought he got himself killed. He saw it when he felt her heart accelerate everytime they hugged, like his own, and when she refused to leave him in the worst. He saw it when he saw her build walls to hide her broken heart after he asked her to leave. He saw it in her indifferent expression and a lone tear escaping her eyes when he told her he'd be better off without her.

And boy did he regret every word he said. He called her as soon as he realized what he did. That in order to save her, he might have just given her the biggest of the insecurities. It was a month later that it happened. He apologized to her, told her he never meant whatever he said, tried to explain why he did what he did. And she forgave. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her say those words, he wanted her to yell at him, hate him, punish him for what he did but she said nothing more than a 'It's okay, I understand.'. And maybe that one sentence hurt him as much as he hurt her. She didn't even think of him good enough to be mad at. She shouldn't have understood, she should have argued. He might have lost the best thing that ever happened to him like that. And his fear proved right when he saw her photo in the newspaper, two months later, with a man. Joseph Hughes, a big name, apparently. The man he ran into, not so long ago, in missouri.

"Mr. Winchester." He heard the deep, masculine voice as it approached him, "Didn't know we'll meet again so soon."

If running into that man earlier made his heart heavy, meeting him with his arm around Y/N's waist made it fall down with a thud, "Mr and...Mrs Hughes. Fancy seeing you here, too." He shook his hand with a firm shake, forwarding it toward the man's wife to do a similar action. Instead, she folded her hand in a namastey greeting, as she looked at him shocked, and scared. Maybe she didn't want her husband to know about him.

"I would ask how did you know she was my wife, but I guess you read newspapers." The man said in his smooth accent with a laugh, which Dean returned halfheartedly.

"Got that one right," he smiled at Hughes, his eyes lingering a little longer on Y/N, "Your wife is beautiful."

At the comment he saw her husband's hold tighten around her in sudden possessiveness, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as she flinched a little. He tore his gaze away from her, reminding himself she was someone else's wife and he had no right to be staring at her. But something about this whole situation felt wrong, that touch felt wrong.

She didn't look at him once after that. The tension in the air suffocated them both, and he was sure the shorter man in front of him felt it too, "Let's get you meet some of my friends, darlin'. If you could excuse us?"

Dean gave them the way, as he contemplated whether his decision of staying was even right. It crushed his heart seeing the woman he loved in someone else's arms. He felt like throwing up. Seven months ago, he couldn't have thought there'd be a day like this. He hated himself for that.

"Dean, do you want to go?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"N-no," He cleared his throat when his voice came out rough and hoarse, "No, I guess I'll just go to the washroom. Go find some hot chick for me " he winked at Sam, who clearly saw right through it but didn't say anything. He stayed in the bathroom for a while, to calm his aching heart. People knew Dean as a man, as strong as an alpha, but here he was, falling weak.

After splashing water on his face a few times, he got out of the bathroom just to see people frozen in their spots. His eyes went to his brother, immediately worried about his safety only to find him silently, but furiously glaring something, his hands were fisted like a beast about to attack its prey. When he followed his line of sight, he felt something similar inside of him. There stood Joseph Hughes towering his wife, glaring her down and his nails digging into her, now pale, arms, "I said, Tell. Me. The. Truth."

"I told you. He w-was a f-friend." Dean heard her voice for the first time in a long while, and his chest hurt at how small and scared it was. Y/N wasn't a hunter but she was fearless and brave. She had put her life on her palms so many times to save him and Sam without hesitating. That was one of the reasons he pushed her away, but here seeing her so helpless and terrified, he didn't know how to react.

"A friend, huh? A friend shouldn't look at you like that." His voice came out in a growl, audible in the pin drop silence, that sent visible shivers running down her spine, "That's why I don't leave you around men, you pathetic whore. I'm done being okay with you slutting around-"

Dean charged forward, enraged at the man's audacity to even let those words out of his mouth, but before he even took two steps, Y/N pushed that douche with enough force to make him stumble, pausing Dean mid-walk.

"You're done being oka-I AM DONE BEING OKAY!" Y/N raised her voice, violently shaking out of fear and rage. Joseph looked shocked, as if he never expected her to speak like that, as if she never spoke to him like that. The thought alone made Dean's eyes tear up, what had that monster done to her, "I am done being okay with the things I'm not okay with! I am done being okay with you touching me without my consent and I'm done being okay with getting slapped everytime I say no! I am done being okay with you locking me in and I am done being okay with you hitting me with whatever you find! I AM DONE WITH YOU!" She broke down into tears as she was done with her little speech.

"You are saying this here on purpose. You want me to lose my reputation." He said low, his eyes trying to scare her down.

"Y-yes, I'm saying this here on purpose because if I said it at home, you'd beat me to a pulp." She said, trying to sound low, but the eerie silence in the room making her damn well audible to his ears. Dean saw nothing but hot, white rage. Seeing Y/N so scared, so broken, Dean wanted nothing more than to break the bastard's bones, every single one of them. And when Hughes charged at Y/N, he lost whatever little control he had on himself jumping at the said man. Sam, immediately, went to Y/N's side as she hid in his chest, shaking like a dry leaf. Sam had never seen her so scared and so vulnerable. He felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sight of his best friend so broken, as he tightened his hold on her. Dean kept on hitting the man, like an animal that got out of its cage. His knuckles were bloodied, with which he didn't know was his blood or the other one's but he wasn't stopping. After what felt like forever, Dean was stopped by two strong arms around his own, from behind.

"Dean, stop. You'll kill him." Sam's calming voice fell into his ears, "stop"

It took Dean a while to register, as he tried to release his hands from his brother's still kicking the battered man that lied in front of him, "I don't care."

"Y/N wouldn't want you to kill him, Dean." And at that, he stopped. Y/N. Where was she? He stood up and searched for her, seeing her frozen at the same spot as earlier, zoned out and shaking violently. His heart hurt so bad seeing her like that, he couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered as he took a few long strides to reach her and pull her into a careful hug.

She went stiff under his touch, as he loosened his hold on her, scared he might scare her before he heard her, barely, speak out, "Dean.." as she clinged to him for dear life. Hearing her say his name again wasn't as pleasant as he'd imagined a million times before, rather it was gut-wrenching. It was painful, because this was the last thing he had imagined that made her say his name. He wrapped his arms around her fully and spoke comforting words to soothe her.

"Let's go home, Y/N."

It had been a week she returned to the bunker, moving into her old room. Hughes was arrested, and divorce agreements were signed. He got to know that the thing between Y/N and Joseph was more of a business arrangement than a marriage proposed by her father, who had no idea about his son-in-law's abusive habits. Sam and Dean kept a positive atmosphere around the bunker, not going out for any cases, but there was no change in Y/N. She, mostly, kept herself locked up in her room, not talking to anyone. They thought it was necessary to give her her space but that was just deteriorating her health more. She ate too little for survival.

Dean stepped into her room with the plate of her favourite food. She loved it when he cooked for her, he just hoped to God, she still would. His eyes fell on her form, lying down on the floor, her back resting by the bed. She looked into a distance, zeroing her vision. As he went and sat beside her, keeping the plate on the floor, she spoke up, "He'll come back for me, Dean. He'll take me and he-"

"He won't," Dean cupped her cheeks and made her look at him as he met with the broken sight. Her eyes had sunken in, dark circles forming around them, face paler and her natural blush around her cheeks gone, "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."

She looked at him like she wanted to believe, but a sudden wave of anxiety stopped her, "No..no no no no, Dean! You don't understand! He..he will come back and he won't leave me. He'll beat me and...and those chains. He'll tie me up again and he'll...he'll-

She stopped mid-sentence, a horror coating her features. This new piece of information startled Dean, breaking his heart into two..enraging him, too. He didn't know how to react to it, so he did what his impulse told him to, he hugged her tight, hiding his face in her hair. More than comforting her, it was for himself. He wanted her close and safe, "He used knives, Dean. He said he loved seeing me bleed..it was so painful" Dean shut his eyes tight, trying to push away the horrifying images from his head, as he let the tears flow free. What all she had endured because of his one mistake. She sniffled as she continued in a small voice, "you won't be able to do anything, Dean. He's very powerful. You can save me from monsters, you can kill them..but him-"

"I'll kill him if he laid his finger on you ever again." Dean spoke with determination.

"N-no...No, Dean. You won't kill him. Don't kill him please, don't be like him." She shook her head violently in his chest, "not like him..no, no, no.."

"Hey, hey," he soothed her rubbing a hand on her back, "I won't. I won't be like him, okay? Shh.." It took Y/N a few minutes to calm down, while he rocked her in his lap, "You hungry?"

She shook her head, mumbling into his chest "I never feel hungry."

He sighed, "Okay. Eat a little, with me? Please? Because I'm starving."

Her eyes sparkled a little when she saw the food, "You made it?" He smiled and nodded, proudly, "Can I..can I eat the whole thing?"

He chuckled, heartily, "madam, all yours." She smiled up at him, hesitantly. As if trying to remember how to smile, at which his eyes softened, "when did you eat this last?"

She dug into the food, liking the taste of it. The taste of home, "with you. He didn't let me eat this, wanted me to look good like his wife should."

Dean clenched his jaw at this, wanting to practically undo that man's existence. The things he did to her, he was sure if he saw him someday, that'd be his last.

Y/N looked at him, a little scared and a little more sheepishly, "Can I get some more?" Dean smiled at her and got her some more. He looked at her eating, his eyes filled with unshed tears. She was so, so pure, only if he could take away all her pain, make her forget those dark months. Only if he could give her all the happiness in the world, because there was no one he knew who deserved it more than her.

Later that night, Dean asked Y/N if he could stay with her because his nightmares scared him. He knew she understood what he meant, and the fact that she didn't deny made his heart flutter. Y/N hadn't slept in days. Either she would wake up from a nightmare, yelling, or not sleep at all. He just wished she'd have a goodnight sleep in his arms, and she did. But he didn't miss what she said just before she fell into the slumber, something the Y/N he knew would never say. Something that hurt his heart and made him make a silent promise to her, and himself.

"Dean, don't send me away ever again. Please."

Never. He would never let her out of his sight again. He'd save her from every monster, supernatural or not. He didn't know long will it take her to fall for him again, or if she'd ever fall for him again. All he knew was, he'd shower her with so much love, she would forget every pain that son of a bitch caused her. He'd love her so much that she'd start loving herself one day. He would hold her so dear, that her scars would stop scaring her.

One day. One day, he'll make everything okay.

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“Lost and Found” Arthur Morgan x Reader

Fluff

This was another request for @shewalksinanotherworld! Thank you guys for being so patient with me, I’ve had major writer’s block the last few days but now I’m back full swing!

After getting separated from the gang, the reader has to learn to fend for themselves and survive on their own. Arthur thought you had died in a shootout, so boy was he in for a surprise when he sees a familiar horse in Rhodes!

You cursed the sun as you rode into Rhodes, the air was dry and hot and the dust caked your lungs. You were used to living it rough, but you were used to living it rough with others. Since you got separated from your gang, it’s been nothing but hardships one after the other. You tried so hard not to blame the others. You tried not to let it harden your heart. You tried to tell yourself there was a good reason they didn’t come back for you, or even attempt to send you a letter. Unfortunately you could only try for so long and being left alone with your own thoughts only made it easier for you to abandon hope and replace with with anger. How dare they just leave you behind like that? How dare they never even try to let you know their location? Something always nagged at you in the back of your head, told you you weren’t special and no one cared. It’s why your mama and daddy left you in the streets to starve. It’s why the orphanage was more than willing to throw you out on the streets when they became too overpopulated. And it’s why the people you came to call family picked up and left you without a trace. It didn’t bother you though, you told yourself. You came to terms with the fact you would be alone forever long ago.

You dismounted your horse in front of the butcher.

“Ah, hello young lady. You must be new to these parts, I ain’t seen you before!”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. “I been sellin’ to you the last three months, Eddie.”

the man became flustered and cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You said flatly as you u loaded your hunt onto the butcher’s table.

An awkward silence fell between you as he handed you your cash. After you collected, you headed over to the saloon. It didn’t take you long to spend the money you had just received on whiskey and fried catfish.

“...suspicious lookin’ group down by the lake.”

“Saw one of em ridin’ through town yesterday, looked like a mean son of a bitch. Best leave em be till they move on.”

The conversation faded out as the two men left the saloon. You made a mental note to keep your eyes peeled, just in case they were bounty hunters. There seemed to be more and more damned flesh hunters every year. You waved to the bartender, “One more down here good sir.”

“Comin’ right up!”

He placed the shot in front of you and you knocked it back easily. “You reckon that group them men was talkin’ bout were bounty hunters?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow at you suspiciously. “Nah, I don’t reckon so. The men and some of the women like to come into town every now and again. One of ‘em actually asked me about bounty hunters the first time he came in though. Seem like a nice crowd, said the factory they all worked for up North shut down. ”

You nodded. “Thanks.” You placed a tip on the table and turned out the door. As you headed towards the sheriff’s office, you lowered your hat over your face and pulled your hair out of its normal braid. “Afternoon.” You said plainly to the man sitting in behind the desk.

“Mornin’.” The man slurred. You rolled your eyes, this sheriff was no more a threat than the hound dog sniffing around the saloon.

Your eyes studied the board of bounty posters. Your own was there and you grabbed it quickly. You’d have to remember to burn it later. When you removed it, something grabbed your eye. There were layers of bounty posters on the cork board, and sticking out two layers behind you could see AR for the first name and M for the last name.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” You whispered as you pulled out the wanted poster. There he was, a ghost from your past. “WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE. ARTHUR MORGAN, LAST SEEN IN VALENTINE. ASSOCIATES ALSO WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: DUTCH VAN DER LINDE, HOSEA MATTHEWS, JOHN MARSTON, MICAH BELL. ANY ACCOMPANYING PERSONS WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR AIDING AND ABETTING.”

He looked handsome as ever, even in some shitty drawing. Your first thought was, Arthur could’ve drawn himself so much better. Your second thought was, burn in hell, Morgan. You crumpled up the wanted poster in your hand and stuffed it in your bag. You had half a mind to leave it up, fuck all of them, they could rot for all you cared. They left you, he left you.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Arthur’s betrayal (or what you considered betrayal) cut you deeper than any of the rest. He was your closest friend in the Van Der Linde Gang, and even though you would never say it, you were hoping to make things more intimate between you two, and sometimes you felt like Arthur wanted the same. But that was a long time ago, before they up and left you in Blackwater. No food, no shelter, they even took your tent. All you had was the clothes on your body and the supplies you had on your horse. Arthur never once sent you a letter; you went to the post office every day, sometimes multiple times a day, hoping for a letter from Tacitus Killgore but it never came. You kept your old alias at the post just in case. That was what burned you the deepest. There were so many opportunities to reach out, and none of them did, not even Arthur.

You decided you would burn his bounty poster along with yours. If any of the others had bounty posters, they could deal with it on their own. Maybe one day Arthur will know your pain of having hisfamily uprooted and left on his own without a trace. You decided that would be a worse fate than being found by bountymen.

You felt tired as you mounted your horse, as if your body was being dragged down by weights. You sighed heavily and gave him a pat. “Come on boy, lets get back home.” With a dig of spurs, the horse sped down the trail.

Arthur cackled as Sadie read off Pearon’s letter in her best impersonation of him as they pulled off the slim trail from Clemen’s Point onto the main road leading into Rhodes. As he pulled out, a horse flew by them like a bullet. Long hair trailed behind the rider’s head and time stood still. He was almost certain that was who he thought it was, but that was impossible. Dutch said she died in the shootout at Blackwater. His eyes followed horse until it disappeared. All in all no more than ten seconds had passed but to Arthur it seemed like he watched that horse for hours.

“Well, come on then let’s go!” Sadie said impatiently.

Arthur sighed and gave the reins a pull. He was in a daze of his own thoughts the rest of the day and for the first time in months, your ghost returned to him in his dreams that night.

Arthur brought the brim of his hat farther over his eyes as he walked down the steps of the gun shop. He could tolerate most anything, but this dry dusty air was getting real old real quick. He gave his horse a good pat and a carrot, she deserved it. The horses around camp deserved more praise than what they got, or atleast Arthur seemed to think so. It must be just as hard on them all this moving as it is for everyone else. “Yer a good ol girl.” He cooed softly. He mounted effortlessly and took a slow pace down the main street of Rhodes. He wanted to whip the reins and tear through the middle of the street like a hell on a horse, but as a badged deputy, he had to maintain a low profile. Hosea and Dutch thought it was silly how serious he took it, he figured he was just doing his best to keep cover.

The horse caught his attention, an Appaloosa with a Leopard coat. It was so dirty, he could hardly distinguish the spots from the mud. Your hair was the next thing he saw. Big and poofy, no doubt from the humidity. When you turned, his heart stopped. “It’s you.” He said breathlessly.

You didn’t even hear anyone approach. When you turned to mount your horse, there he was. He was standing so the afternoon sun sent sunbeams dancing around him making him look like a blessing, but it felt like a curse. He looked too well, a new olive colored vest with golden accents hugged his chest and a crisp white shirt, so new it hadn’t developed sweat stains. His sleeves were rolled up as usual, you remembered him mentioning he hated how restricting full sleeves felt. You remembered secretly admiring the muscular arms he would leave exposed. He seemed a little beefier than you remembered and his beard was longer. You hated him for looking so good.

“I can’t believe it’s really you.” He said softly before pulling himself off his horse. He approached with a big grin, that bastard. He was met with a swift slap to the face.

The shock from your slap rippled throughout his entire body. Of all the reactions, this was the last one he expected. He rubbed the spot where you hit him. “What the hell was that for?” He hissed.

“That was for leaving me!” You half yelled. A couple people were already staring but you didn’t care. “I go hunting for a day and I come back to nothing. No letter, no explanation, no tent! You took my tent for Christ’s sake! I gave my all to you, to everyone and that’s how I’m repaid. Left for dead with nothing but the clothes on my back.” Arthur blinked. You were seething with anger, but your eyes were welling with tears. “You left me behind.” Your voice was suddenly soft and you looked at the ground. Arthur saw the tears fall into the dust. “You left me to die and didn’t even care.”

Arthur stammered, he had no idea what to say. “Dutch said-“

“What did Dutch say? I’m sure it sounded very heroic and made the decision very easy.”

“Dutch said you were dead!” Arthur finally snapped. “He told me you died in that shootout. I grieved over you, I cried for you.” His voice shook with emotion. He grabbed your wrist tight and when you looked him in the eyes, the raw intensity behind them scared you. “Had I thought there would’ve been the slimmest chance you were still alive, I would’ve fought to my last breath to find you.”

Arthur said more than he meant to say in a rush of overwhelming emotions and it took him aback when you looked at him with confusion. “What shootout?”

“Scuse me?”

“What shootout? Why did Dutch say I died?” You looked him dead in the eye and a pit formed in his stomach.

“I...I don’t know.” His grip around your wrists loosened as his eyes darted to and from your face. “Me and Hosea was plannin’ a job, but Micah and Dutch swore by this ferry job they was stakin’ out. I wasn’t with them, but somethin’ went south and the law showed up quick. We had to move out so fast we left everything expect the caravans and the horses. All that money, all my things, and I ain’t sure we can ever get back.”

You sighed. “I understand, that’s a lot to go through, but you didn’t think to try to reach out to me, even once? I been at the post office damn near every day waiting for something, anything from you!”

Arthur gave you a thin glare, “well I don’t remember gettin’ a letter from you, what’s yer excuse?”

You sputtered, it honestly hadn’t occurred to you. “I...well I was- you always tell us to be so careful! How was I supposed to know if Tacitus Killgore was still safe?”

He crossed his arms, he knew you well enough to know when you had been had. “And how was I supposed to know Marisol Fletcher was still safe?”

You huffed in frustration and refused to look him in the eye. “Yeah well, fair enough. That still don’t change the question: why did Dutch say I died in a gun fight I wasn’t even involved in?”

Arthur went quiet. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding. Dutch would never leave a gang member behind if he could help it. And what was the point in lying? To keep Arthur from returning to Blackwater for you? There had to be some reason for lying.

You took Arthur’s silence as an answer. It was apparent to you that even though you were alive, Dutch made it clear you weren’t apart of the gang any more. You cleared your throat and grabbed your horse’s reins. “It’s gettin’ late, I need to get back to camp.”

Arthur straightened up and whistled for his horse, she had a bad habit of wandering away. “C’mon, you can follow me. We ain’t too far from here.”

You shook your head as you mounted. “I mean my camp. I ain’t goin’ back, Arthur. I am very... happy to know you’re alive and okay, but Dutch has made up his mind. I’m dead to the gang now, I’m on my own.”

“That’s not-“

“But it is.” You looked over the horizon. “Come with me.”

“What?”

You were certain he heard you. You sighed, “never mind. That was a silly request, you’re as loyal as they come Arthur Morgan. Write me when you can, and I’ll always respond. Until then, Mr. Morgan.” With a snap of the reins, heavy hooves sent up a cloud of dust.

Arthur couldn’t decide if he was relieved or frightened by the sight of you today. His thoughts were in a whirlwind as he rode back to camp. Nothing about this made sense, nothing at all.

“Who’s there?” Bill called.

“Arthur, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes, who the hell else would it be? He didn’t even hitch his Arabian before jumping off and making a beeline for Dutch’s tent.

Dutch was sat on a crate just outside his tent puffing a cigar. He lifted a brow in Arthur’s direction as he approached. Dutch let out a thick puff of smoke and smiled, “Good afternoon, Arthur.”

Arthur tipped his hat, “Dutch.” He took a seat beside the older man and cleared his throat. “Can we talk for a minute?”

Ditched eyed Arthur uneasily, “sure son, what’s on your mind.”

“You remember the shootout in Blackwater?”

“Course I do.”

“Who all died? In the shootout I mean.”

“Ahhh...let’s see.” Dutch sat back and tilted his head up, Arthur thought he looked a bit theatrical. “Ol Davey was shot, but he died up in the mountains. Jenny got caught in the fire, the Calander boys, and Y/N was there too.”

“I thought she went out huntin’ that day.”

Dutch cleared his throat. “She did, she did. Returned in the middle of the chaos, her and that pretty horse a hers got shot I believe.”

There was a false note in his voice it was very faint, so faint had Arthur not been face to face with you just a coupla hours ago, he may not have caught it. His eyes slowly came up and met Dutch’s. “That’s strange.” He said slowly. “Because I just ran into her in Rhodes.”

Dutch’s cigar nearly fell out of his mouth as he stuttered and stumbled on his words. “That- I-.... are ya sure it was her?” His voice was steady, but Arthur could see the quick flare of panic in Dutch’s eye.

He crossed his arms and nodded. “Sure as the sun is high. Stopped and talked to her. She seemed quite upset we left her behind.” He laughed nervously and rubbed his cheek. “My cheek still stings from where she slapped me.” He paused and his tone was serious. “Did you see her and her horse get shot?”

Arthur could see the cogs moving in Dutch’s head. “No, I... I didn’t.”

“Then why? Why leave her there? Damn it Dutch we took everything she had with us! She coulda died!”

“What’s important is she’s alive now!” Dutch said hastily. “Did she have the money from Blackwater?”

“No. She said all she had was the clothes on her back and the supplies on her horse.”

Dutch’s eyes went dark as he stared off in space. “We don’t know that.” He said slowly then rose to his feet. “She coulda snuck back and stole everything we had waiting for us. Does she know where we are now?”

The look in Dutch’s eye was fierce, Arthur averted his gaze. “No, I offered to bring her back but she wouldn’t come.”

“Good.” Dutch nodded and paced. “We don’t need her comin’ back here and stealin’ the rest of what we got.”

“Come on Dutch, she ain’t like that. We both known her for years before we got separated, surely you got a little more faith in us than that.”

Dutch shook his head in frustration. “Now why else would she follow us here? Arthur my boy don’t you see? She’s greedy, she wants to take everything from us.” He turned toward Arthur and his eyes focused. “No contact with her, you hear me? Not even through the mail, you can’t trust the mail service any more.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Dutch, I think yer gettin’ paranoid in your old age. Why don’t we just meet up and-“

“No!” Dutch bellowed. “I said no contact. No letters, and certainly no meeting up and that is final.” He sighed and softened his voice as he put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “I know I’m being harsh, but I just want what’s best for us, for everybody. I know you miss her, but we can’t trust her anymore. Take comfort in knowing she’s alive. It’s more than what most of us have gotten from this life.”

Arthur watched Dutch’s back as he walked away. Was Dutch descending into a new madness or was Arthur following so blindly that he hadn’t noticed until now? He did not know.

Arthur groaned in frustration as he ripped the page from his journal and balled it up. Identical wads of paper littered the booth he sat in at the saloon. Writing was always something that came easily to him, until now.

Y/N,

I spoke to Dutch and

Rip! Crinkle crinkle. Let’s not start with that.

Dearest Y/N,

Rip! Dearest? Arthur flushed. Maybe too much. Crinkle crinkle.

Y/N,

He paused and sighed, he knew what he had to say but putting it into words was proving easier said than done. This is the last shot, after spending an hour writing unfinished letters, this is the last one just say what you have to say. He laid the pencil back to paper and stopped thinking.

I’ve missed your company terribly, so I am quite happy to be writing you this letter. Mary-Beth told me to tell you hello and send you her warmest regards. She cried when I told her you were alive, by the way. Don’t you know it’s rude to make women cry? I guess I can’t say too much, I’m not much of a gentleman myself. We didn’t get a chance to catch up when we spoke, I am curious as to where you have traveled and how you’ve kept yourself. I hope you faired better than us. After the whole Blackwater mess, we retreated up North and stayed in an abandoned mining town called Colter. We about starved to death waiting on the thaw, Davey did die, but from a bullet wound. Ol’ John Marston got attacked by wolves, he’s okay unfortunately just a bit uglier. A lotta bit uglier. Once the thaw came, we hit a train owned by Leviticus Cornwall. We didn’t know who the hell he was at the time, and what a mistake it was. Apparently he’s some big oil tycoon, he’s hired the Pinkerton Protection Agency just for us, ain’t we special? So between Pinkerton’s, bounty hunters, lawmen, and O’Driscolls, we’ve managed to find ourselves farther east than I’m comfortable with. In my opinion, we’re too close to civilization and people. Hosea agrees, he thinks if we keep up in this direction we’re gonna end up right in the jaws of their trap and I couldn’t agree more. Dutch is... well, Dutch is Dutch. He swears he’s got a plan to get us outta here, but instead of the West, he wants to go to the Philippines. Or was it Tahiti? Or maybe the Philippines are in Tahiti? To be honest, Dutch isn’t making a lot of sense these days. The day I saw you in town I confronted him about Blackwater. Dutch is a lot of things and a liar isn’t one of them, but I swear I could see his brain ticking like he was searching for answers he didn’t know. Things are changing, Y/N and things aren’t as simple as they used to be. Remember out in Nevada, it seems like we were just kids then. The group was so small, we were all so young. We were the best team for scams, weren’t we? Even managed to impress Hosea. It isn’t like that no more, I’m sure you’ve noticed. I know you said you aren’t coming back to the gang and I understand, but I hope you would be willing to spend some time with an old friend. If you’re still around Rhodes, you should meet me at the saloon sometime for a drink. I look forward to your letter and hope to see you again soon, I miss your company more than I’d like to admit.

Yours, Arthur

Arthur cringed at the last line, it didn’t sound as foolish in his head as it read on paper. He debated crinkling it in a ball and restarting but that was a page and a half worth of writing! He sighed heavily and carefully ripped the pages from his journal and folded them neatly. He would need a new alias, one no one else in camp would know. After a moment of thought, he signed the envelope as Morgan Callahan.

The morning fog rolled over the lake and refracted the morning sunlight over the waves of the shore. The morning air was thick and soupy, you could already feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck. You wiped your brow as you put on your boots and began the day. This wouldn’t be such a terrible place to stay if it wasn’t so damn humid all the time. Iron Flat Lake was teeming with life, both underwater and around its shores. The woods surrounding the lake were flourishing with wildlife. In the three months you had been staying here, you were able to gain a few pounds and keep a low profile. You kept your head low after Blackwater, being part of a gang was the biggest advantage to evading the law and without it you were left vulnerable; you adapted in response. You were an outlaw turned outdoorsman, you traded in your repeater for a bow and replaced blood lust with the thrill of the hunt.

After pulling on your day clothes and your boots, you began your daily routine. First, you check your nets that you had set the night before. You frowned down at the single bass flopping in the tangle of nets. Usually the yield was higher, but one fish is enough for breakfast so it was all you needed. After breakfast, it’s time to kill the fire and take down the tent. Your spot was safe, but paranoia isn’t always a bad thing when you’re on the run, never such thing as too safe. The next step of the day is one that you almost cut out completely- checking the mail. The mid morning sun was warming the thick air as you came into Rhodes.

“Got anything for Marisol Fletcher?”

“Yes actually,” you looked up in surprise, you hadn’t had anything in weeks. You had to close your slack jaw when the postman turned back to you and handed you an envelope. “Here you are.”

You gave him a bright smile and a nod. “Thank you very much!”

You sat at the bench in the shade as you inspected the parcel. You didn’t recognize the name, Morgan Callahan? But you recognized the handwriting immediately. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread over your face as you read over Arthur’s beautiful handwriting. You forgot how eloquently he wrote, you could almost hear his voice reading you the words. The pages had a slight leather scent, they must’ve came from his journal. A memory of him sitting against his caravan lost in his drawings came into your mind. As you finished the letter, you reread the last sentence over and over. I miss your company more than I’d like to admit.

How just like Arthur, it brought back so many confusing memories. Late night conversations where you could swear you saw his eyes linger on your lips, small moments in saloons after he’s had too many drinks and he’d get a little handsy but never in a disrespectful manor. But with all these little things came awkward next mornings where he wouldn’t look at you, claim to drink too much to remember what had happened the night before, and don’t even get started with the whole Mary situation. This man confuses you to no end with his wishy washy behavior. You sighed, was he wishy washy or were you just desperate to read into things? Maybe you just imagined his eyes lingering on your lips, maybe you took his touches too seriously. Maybe you wanted more from your relationship with him than he wanted. There was no maybe on that one, but you shook your head to yourself. You saw how Arthur loves a woman first hand, you were there every step of the way from the time he first met Mary until she rejected his proposal. That was the one night you had seen Arthur cry, and it was the most heartbreaking thing you’d ever seen in your life. So yes, you knew how Arthur loved and no, it was not intended for you.

You pushed yourself off the bench and into the crowded saloon. Your eyes searched for Arthur, but he wasn’t there. You were a little relieved, after so long you had forgotten how to hide how flustered he made you. You pulled the stolen stationary paper from your satchel and began to write.

Dear Arthur,

I have missed you also, as well as everyone else in the gang. Tell Mary-Beth I was elated to hear from her and hope all is well for her. Honestly Arthur, who hasn’t heard of Leviticus Cornwall these days? That surely was a mistake. I stayed in Blackwater for a couple of weeks in case you all came back but not only did you have wanted posters everywhere, the place was also crawling with bounty hunters. I heard some of them got Sean, I tried tracking him down but the trail went cold after a few days. After that, I was everywhere and nowhere. I survived off the land, really survived. I thought what we was doing as a gang was surviving but boy was I wrong. Having a group that size is a privilege you don’t know you have until it’s gone. With more and more bounty hunters popping up, I had to lay low. You’d be proud, Arthur I haven’t committed a crime worse than pickpocketing since we were separated. I’ve mostly just made money by hunting and fishing, I’ll pick up odd jobs where I can. For the most part it’s just been me and Ol’ Cow. He’s still fit as a fiddle, still wouldn’t trade him in for the world. Tell Marston I’m sorry to hear about his unfortunate face, maybe it will humble him up a bit. As far as Dutch goes, well maybe I shouldn’t go there as to keep conversation friendly. Don’t trust him Arthur, that man is a snake. I know he and Hosea raised you, raised us, but people change and not always for the best. Keep that in mind in your travels, and get the hell out of there the moment you notice anything fishy. You’re right, the world has changed and it isn’t so simple anymore. Civilization isn’t the cause of corruption, it’s the spawn of it. At the end of the day, there’s only one cause of corruption and that’s people. As for me, I’m currently camping out on Iron Bed Lake so I’m not far from Rhodes at all. I usually stop in the saloon in the evenings for a drink and some supper, that would be the easiest time to catch me. Maybe I’ll show you where camp is, your company is welcome anytime. I look forward to your company as always.

Yours, Y/N

You frowned at the ‘yours’. You always just signed, but it felt natural to mirror Arthur’s closing. As you folded the letter, you wondered when you would get to see him again. You pushed down the blossoming hope that it would be soon.

Arthur read the parcel just outside the post office, he told himself he didn’t want to risk getting caught but that didn’t explain the excitement he felt as he tore open the envelope. His heart felt heavy as he read your letter, you had lived so hard on your own and he had no idea you were even out there. It was hard for him to remember what it was like to be on his own before he met Dutch and Hosea. It had been so long, he honestly couldn’t recall. But, to live roughly you looked good, he thought. He smiled at the pages, he had forgotten the silly name you gave to your horse. It brought back the memory of the day you bought him from the stables. He spent two days trying to give you better names, what kind of name is Cow for a horse? He would ask. You would shrug as you patted his pink nose and say that it was a good name for a good horse and that was that. If anyone was more stubborn than him, it was you. He looked up at the sky as he finished the letter, the sun was already behind the trees. Perfect timing, he thought to himself as he whistled for his horse. The saloon wasn’t far at all, but Arthur wasn’t a patient man.

When he entered the saloon, his eyes darted across every face until they landed on a familiar black hat at the bar. He straightened himself and tugged at his vest self consciously, he wished he would’ve taken a bath first. He cleared his throat. “Ma’am.”

When you turned, Arthur was able to get a good look at you. Even through the humidity, your hair was still shiny and vibrant, the color hadn’t dulled a day since Blackwater. You had had a bath recently, your skin was clean and he could clearly see the freckles that dotted your cheeks. The sun had spotted new freckles since he had last seen you, now sitting around your lips and chin. Your sleeves were rolled up to reveal arms that were much more muscular than they were before. Even through the thin material of your shirt he could see the muscles in your back and shoulders. He tried to recall a more beautiful sight and was lost for words. When your lips curled into a smile, he felt a familiar heat in his cheeks. “Hello Arthur, have a seat.”

He nodded and obliged. Why was he so damn nervous all of a sudden? He started to speak and his mouth was terribly dry. He cleared his throat and waved over the bar tender. “So,” he stared at the ground as he spoke. “What kinda work you been doin’ in a run down town like this?”

You took a sip of your beer. “Mostly just handy work. Helped a feller patch his roof this mornin’.”

He smiled and his eyes flickered back to your muscular shoulders. “Well, ain’t you just a gentleman.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, gotta do whatcha can to survive.” You smiled and let out a breathy laugh. “Plus, I kinda like helpin’ people now.”

Arthur raised a brow towards you, “so you went from robbin’ and killin’ folks go helpin’ em around the house, huh?” He laughed. “Good on ya, ya got out.”

“Huh?”

He looked at you. “Ya got out, out of the outlaw game. Look at you now, a regular citizen.”

You frowned into your mug. “It weren’t my choice.”

“I’m sorry that wasn’t-“ he stuttered.

You sighed and gave him a smile. To him it looked terribly sad. “It’s okay, really. I know it ain’t your fault. I do miss it, more often than I don’t.”

“Why?”

“I guess I just miss havin’ a family. And people who care.”

“You can have a family outside the gang, ya know.” The bartender sat a beer in front of Arthur and he took a swig. “Hosea tried it for a few years.”

You barked a short laugh. “And who would have me? Look at me, I’m a beat up, rough nobody. Ain’t no man gonna want me.”

Arthur’s heart lurched, he fought the urge to put his hand on yours. Is this what he sounded like when he put himself down? It all sounded so ridiculous to him. “You don’t know that.” He said softly.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he looked at you. Your eyes were far away and a small smile was on your face. “I do, but thank you anyways.”

As evening shifted into night, one beer turned to two, which turned to five. The saloon was in full swing, every booth full of patrons and the saloon girls were fliting around like fireflies in July. A jolly tune was coming from the piano and the chaotic noise of drunk men but all you could hear was Arthur’s bubbling laughter. His cheeks were a bright red from the booze and he wore a lazy smile. He said something, but it was so slurred together in an incoherent mumble.

“What’d you say?”

He leaned in close to your ear and you felt his beard hair prickle against your skin. “I said, let’s get outta here.” His Breath was hot and you were glad he didn’t feel you tremble. You nodded and he took your hand and led you out into the street. The saloon was the only building with lights still on and the chaotic noise was muffled in the night. The crickets chirped as the two of you stumbled down Main Street.

Arthur still had your hand in his big palm, half dragging you along as you sang obnoxiously into the night. Arthur was carefully paying attention to the ground under him, but you were not. You stumbled over a rock and began to fall forward, but you were caught by two heavy hands on your waist. “Careful.” He laughed.

You giggled drunkenly and when you lifted your head to look at him, his face was inches from yours. Even with your vision spinning, you could Arthur’s eyes on your lips, when he met your eyes, there was something behind them you had never seen. After a moment, he cleared his throat and helped you to your feet. His hand lingered on your waist and you leaned into his shoulder as you smiled up to him, “thanks Artie.”

Arthur spurted and laughed heartily. “Artie?” He wipes a tear from his eye and laughed again. “Is that what yer callin’ me now?”

You laughed with him, the movement caused the two of you to sway. “Naw, I just thought it was cute.” Your finger came up and bopped him on the nose.

“You’re cute.” Arthur blurted. As soon as it left his lips he could’ve smacked himself. What a fool he was.

You wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, “not as cute as you.”

Arthur’s vision was blurry but there was nothing wrong with his hearing. He swallowed hard, this was too much. He cleared his throat. “Where’s your camp?” He looked around and almost lost his balance. “Wheres the horses?” He slurred.

You laughed and slumped against a near by bench. “Who knows?” You fell into a fit of drunken giddy giggles.

Arthur plopped down beside you and slunk an arm around your shoulders. He smiled to himself as you curled up against his chest. “I’ve missed you.” You mumbled.

Arthur couldn’t tell if the heat in his cheeks was from the booze anymore. “I...I missed you too.”

When you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, he swore he could see whole worlds reflecting back at him. “Wanna know a secret?” You whispered.

He gulped. “Sure.”

With the most straight face you could manage you said, “I’m going to throw up.”

And with the most grace and poise Arthur has ever seen in a drunk person, you stood up, turned away from him, and vomited. He rolled his eyes and stood shakily. He put a hand on your back-for your support and his- and pulled your hair back with the other. “S’okay,” he whispered. “I gotcha.”

You cleared your throat and wiped your mouth as you turned to Arthur. “I think” you slurred. “It’s time for night night.”

Arthur laughed and whistled for his horse. She must not have been far, she came around the corner immediately. Arthur used her as support as he helped you up and then pulled himself up clumsily. He almost pulled you down as he mounted and the two of you fell into another laughing fit after you helped him up. “Okay okay,” He said as he tried to contain his laughter. “Where you stayin’ at?”

You leaned back against him and pointed lazily. “Jus’ go that way for a minute, I’ll tell ya where to go.”

With your best attempts of directions, the two of you finally made it back to camp and there your loyal steed was, waiting at camp without you. “Son of a bitch.” You muttered. “I’m too drunk to set up a tent.”

Arthur pulled his bedroll from his horse. “Sky’s clear, it shouldn’t rain tonight. We should be fine sleepin’ under the stars.”

You hadn’t even unpacked your bedroll before tumbling to the ground and resting against an old log.

Arthur laughed, “you sure you don’t want somethin’ more comfortable than the ground?”

You didn’t hear him, you were out.

When you woke up the next morning, your head felt like it had been smashed against a rock. You groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes.

“Mornin’.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin and let out a small scream as you opened your eyes. When they focused on Arthur you groaned. “Jesus Arthur, you about gave me a heart attack. Ain’t used to havin’ other people around.”

He handed you a cup of coffee as you stretched. “Sorry bout that, didn’t want to wake ya.”

You scratched your head and closed your eyes as you sipped from your coffee. “Ugh, I feel like hell.”

Arthur chuckled. “Drink up, that should help. You should probably eat something too.”

You nodded and groaned in agreement as you stood up. “Christ,” You said as you walked over to check the nets. “How much did we drink last night? I lost count.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t count.”

As you pulled the net in, your arms ached in disagreement. Arthur stood up quickly, “need some help?”

You let go with one hand to do a shooing motion and went back to pulling it in. “I got it.”

The net was much more successful this morning, yielding three smallmouth bass and two largemouth bass. You smiled triumphantly. “Did someone say breakfast?”

You ate together in silence, Arthur contemplated bringing you back to camp, how mad could Dutch really get? You had something different on your mind. Through your hungover haze, little flashes were coming back. Arthur holding your hand, the way his lips brushed your ear, the way his beard felt against your skin, his arm around your waist. His presence was unearthing so many buried emotions it was starting to get overwhelming. He was the first to speak. “Do you plan on doin’ this forever?”

“Doin’ what?” You turned to look at him and he was staring at the ground.

He turned to you. “Doin’ this, livin’ on your own. Are you not lonely?”

You frowned. “Course I get lonely, but where else am I gonna go?”

“Come with me.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He stood. “Come back to camp, come back to the gang! We all miss you like crazy, and Dutch, well Dutch can deal with it.” He took your hands in his and pulled you up from the ground so quickly you almost lost your balance. His gaze was so intense on you you had to look away.

“Arthur, Dutch ain’t gonna just let me waltz back in. And like I said, I don’t trust that man. I can’t trust him farther than I can throw him and as much as I-“ you caught yourself as sighed. “As much as I...care about you-about all of you, I can’t trust that man with my safety and well-being.”

“Trust me then.” You looked up at him and he caught your cheek in his hand. “Trust me with your safety and your well-being. Let me take care of you.”

Your chest seized and it was hard to breathe. “Arthur I...”

He suddenly looked sad and pulled away. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“

You cut him off as he began to turn away by grabbing his face and pulling it down to yours. Your lips were on his and before he could react, they were gone. You couldn’t look up at his face, you couldn’t handle the rejection. “Arthur, I care about you entirely too much for my own good. I need to go.”

Arthur was frozen in shock, he could still feel the ghost of your lips on his. As you turned to your horse, he felt the panic slip in, he lost you once and he didn’t want to lose you again. He caught your wrist and when you turned to look at him he looked desperate, afraid, and devistatingly handsome. “Don’t go. Don’t make me go without you again, I ain’t strong enough. You don’t gotta come back with me, just stay with me.”

“I...oh Arthur, you know I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He wrapped his big arms around your waist and it sent butterflies to your stomach. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed. “What are ya gonna tell Dutch?”

He buried his face into your neck and you felt him inhale. “I ain’t gotta tell him a thing.”

You rolled your eyes and relaxed in his embrace. “You silly, silly man.”

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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my Knight in shining armor

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen x female! reader

Warning: panic attack, bullying, mentions of suicide

Specifics: angst, fluff, romance, comedy, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: clay jensen, bryce walker, montgomery (monty) de la cruz, hannah baker, jeff atkins, alex standall

Words: 1,201

Requested: By anon hey by any chance can you do a fix where clay jensen helps the reader when she’s going through a a panic attack? lots of fluff pls. sorry it’s so dark but if you could thank you 💗💗💗

Authors Note: so again warning this fic includes panic attacks so if u feel uncomfortable or uneasy then maybe this isnt the fic for u and i wouldnt feel bad if u didnt read it. anyways i miss 13 rw like the show and writing for it cuz for real its one of my fav shows, like stranger things and 13 rw those r my go to shows. i love clay and find his character so amazing. he has downfalls and just things that make him like an ordinary human so thanks for requesting this. also know panic attacks are no joke, they are important and should be talked about more. if you get them that doesnt mean anything weird or different from u, u r just human. hope u guys like <3

It was school, your family, personal issues, it was life...is what anyone would tell you.

“Oh stop worrying y/n. You’re getting too worked up.” People would say to you.

It was your life, but sometimes people just needed to understand that this life, your life was not a piece of cake. It was rough and just to stay sane was tough as well.

Hannah Baker, Jeff Atkins, Alex Standall, your friends, folks you knew, were either dead or tried to kill themselves. What world was this? You felt like all the glitter and rainbow joy they taught you when you were younger was a lie.

You were terrified. Terrified to walk into your school. You were scared people would drive you to do things such as that and you hated those who did to Hannah.

You anxiously walked in the school. Empty souls of teenagers pacing back and forth to either greet friends or get their items. Either way they didn’t care about what happened to these kids, they didn’t care if they drove them to do that.

Motioning to your locker, you open it and get your things, searching around you to make sure no one was there. Getting your supplies you set your way to your classroom.

“Almost there,” you thought as you had to turn a corner to enter the classroom but you were met with a group of boys you knew were trouble.

“Oh hey there girl,” Monty chuckled as he and Bryce made an opening for you to pass. As you took it you were sandwiched between them.

“I have to get to class,” you tried pushing them away but to no avail. They all cackled.

“Da*n so persistent!”

“Hey leave her alone. Are you okay?” Bryce asked, trying to sound like the angel you knew he wasn’t. He was the devil in disguise. You could see right through him.

“I said I need to go to class.”

“C’mon now, we just want to have fun,” Bryce winked, his hands that were resting on your shoulders fell down to your hips where there he massaged you.

You were furious! You were also terrified. You knew what he did to Hannah, all of it. He was psycho. Your heart started to beat at an alarming rate, you struggled to breathe.

“I don’t want to be touched by you, Bryce...I don’t want to be touched by a rapist,” you glared at him and watched him gulp.

“You bi*ch,” Monty cursed as he held up a fist, about to punch you as Bryce kept his evil eyes on you as his hold started to become tighter and tighter. You knowing he was going to leave marks.

“Let go of me!”

“Hey let her go!” Clay shouted as he ran to your rescue. Clay got everyone’s attention so as others looked Bryce put back on the facade.

“Watch what you say next time, your knight in shining armor might not be there to protect you,” Bryce let go of you harshly, almost throwing you as you held onto your books tightly. All you wanted to do was go to class.

The group left and you were left shocked, motionless, having a scared expression.

“Hey, you didn’t get hurt right?” As you stood there, mouth open surprised you saw Clay was there. Then it began. Your whole vision was blurry and you couldn’t breathe.

“Clay...I...can’t...breathe.”

You dropped your books and placed your hand onto your chest. You knew exactly what you were having, having had it before. It was a panic attack. When having a panic attack you always looked at something to calm you down, whether it was the shape, color, if it soothed you, you were looking at it. You tried every where but nothing was soothing. The place was a he*l!

“Clay...I’m scared.”

Clay knew you were having a panic attack, he also had them too especially after Hannah’s death. Clay picked up your books and put a leaning shoulder around you. You two walked together quickly until he found an empty classroom.

“In here.”

He lead you in and closed the door behind you. The classroom was dark but you could still see each other.

Clay lead you to a seat by a desk, you sat and started to breathe harshly, fast. Your hands in a fist, to clench the fear away.

“Clay I can’t do this!”

Clay grabbed your face and he was only a few inches away, “look at me y/n, just look at me.” You did. You looked directly into his eyes, and there, that is where you found comfort. His blue, ocean eyes were a safe place. They made you feel happy, it made you feel at home. Tears fell out of your eyes as you started to relax, Clay rubbing your back and arms soothingly to help you calm down.

A few minutes passed by and Clay, with a quiet voice asked, “how are you feeling y/n?”

You quickly latched onto Clay, embracing him. You cried onto his shoulder. “I was so scared Clay. I was scared of them and then I couldn’t breathe.”

Clay rocked you back and forth in his arms as he soothed you.

He brought a chair and sat in front of you, leaning against the desk.

“They told me that I better watch out and that you would not rescue me next time. I really hope there is no next time,” you sighed as you picked up a couple of skittles that Clay brought. You threw them in your mouth, “anyways, thanks for helping me back there. I was really scared and usually actually there are not many kids like you.”

Clay smiled along with you, “no problem. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright. I hate bullies and if I can stop someone from bullying someone else then why wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, hey weren’t you best friends or at least friends with Hannah Baker?”

Clay paused, gulped, “right. I was Hannah’s friend, I don’t want what happened to her to happen to anyone else.” Clay look devastated as he looked down. You sensed you needed to help him as well and held onto his hand. He looked shocked and with wide eyes stared at you. You gave him a heartwarming smile.

“I know she would of been proud of you for what you did today.”

“Thanks. Do you wanna get out of here and I don’t know maybe get some ice cream, coffee? Really whatever you want I’m fine with.”

You nodded, “yes, sure, yes I would love to.” As you tried to get your books but Clay put his hand out, “I got this, let me help.”

You chuckled, “alrighty mister helper.”

“Just know, though, that I will always try to protect you and make sure they don’t ever hurt you.” Clay declared as he uttered it as not a thought, a saying, no he said it as a promise. A promise you would believe till the end of time. You felt at ease with him as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaving him awkwardly bashful.

“I feel like you and me are gonna get along just fine.”

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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What is your favorite thing to do on your phone? YouTube, Twitter, Spotify, Facebook, Snapchat, and Instagram. Do you know what you are going to be for Halloween this year? If so, what? I don’t dress up for Halloween anymore. Do you still go trick-or-treating, and if so, how old are you? Ha, no. I’m old. Which Disney princess resembles you the most? I don’t resemble any of them. Which fairytale seems closest to your life story? None, but there are some that are #relatable in some ways.

What color was your first phone? Gray. Was your first phone a flip phone? Yep. Have you ever butt dialed someone? Yes. What is your favorite pizza parlor? One in my city. It’s sooo good. What is an old website that closed down that you miss? I wish I could access my Xanga again. I had so many surveys on there. Have you ever had an embarrassing period story? If so, what happened? No. What was your worst experience in high school? High school definitely had its ups and downs throughout, but sophomore year was particularly rough because I lost my grandmother, whom I was very close with, and I lost a couple best friends because I was a dumbass. It was so stupid, I don’t know wth was wrong with me. What was your high school’s mascot? I don’t want to share that. How much did your senior prom dress cost you? I don’t remember. Do you listen to Grace VanderWaal? If yes, what’s your favorite song of hers? I’m not familiar with her or her music. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? Nope. Which country’s flag do you like the best? I like the US flag. Did you cry at your high school graduation? I felt very bittersweet. Did you cry at your college graduation (if applicable)? I was mostly happy to just be done, ha. Do your parents try to stop you from chasing your dreams? Absolutely not. What dreams have stuck with you since childhood? Dreams in like aspirations, or dreams you have when you sleep? If you mean the kind when you’re sleeping, there’s a few reoccurring ones I have. Who is a former friend that you wish would come back into your life? I miss Ty, but it wouldn’t be a good time to come back into my life. Time was always our problem. Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? No. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? Baby Spice. Did you ever want to be in a band or music group? No. I have no musical talents. What instrument did you play in the marching band? I wasn’t in the marching band. If you could take any one type of dance class right now, what kind u take? I wouldn’t. Who got kicked off of your favorite talent show that you were mad about? It happens on the The Voice a lot. Do you own the entire series on DVD of any TV show? If so, what? I have a few boxsets of I Love Lucy and a season of The Dick Van Dyke Show. What show did you always want to be on when you were a kid? Barney haha. Can you tell the difference between Mary-Kate and Ashley? Yeah. Who is your favorite set of twins? I don’t have one. What is the stupidest baby name you have heard recently? Uhh. What is the grossest thing you have ever vomited up? Ew. Let’s not think about or discuss that. Have you ever thrown up in public, in front of someone else? If yes, was it embarrassing? Ugh, yes. More times than I’d like to admit after a few too many drinks. :/ Did you ever take your dog to school? No. Name one person you know who had a baby in high school. This girl I had a class with was pregnant toward the end of senior year. If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? Not something I’ve ever thought about. If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her? I’m not having kids.

Do you make lists of names that you like? No. Do you keep a list of your favorite quotes? Well, kinda. I “like” and reblog stuff like that on my main account. Describe your dream wedding in three words. I don’t plan on getting married. What is your favorite Chinese restaurant? I don’t have one. Does Chinese food make you feel sick? Sometimes. Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? No. Do you get motion sickness? Ugh, yes. Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? Absolutely. Do you believe in God? Yes. Do you pray, and if so, to whom? Yes, to God. What is the most boring church you have ever attended? I only thought that when I didn’t have a relationship with God, but now if I went I wouldn’t find it boring at all. What is the most lively church you have ever attended? Ty’s church that he invited me to. Do you find church fun or boring? I would very much enjoy it now. When was the last time you went to a church service? 2015. When did you learn to ride a bike? I didn’t. What do you hate the most about summer? THE HEAT. I’m just miserable and hot. What is your favorite thing to do in a swimming pool? I don’t like to swim. Which part of your body is the most muscular? None anymore. I used to have great upper body strength and my arms were toned. I lost that, though. Are you an artist? No. Did you ever take Latin in school? Nope. What was the last race you ran called? I participated in a few wheelchair races when I was a kid. Do you prefer to run in the street or on the sidewalk? I don’t run at all anymore, but back during those races I just mentioned they were on a track. Which major holiday is closest to your birthday? 4th of July. Does your zodiac sign fit your personality at all? Nope. I’m so opposite. What is your zodiac sign? Leo.

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ask-shakespearehigh · 5 years

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Q&A post with the Mods!!!!

This is going to be a long one oh boy

How strict is the delineation of creative control vis-a-vis characters/plays between the mods? (@pedanticlecturer)

We generally have the plays split up along lines of “what we know”— we have a list at the very beginning of the blog. Sometimes we’ll draw the others’ characters (mostly me drawing some of Star’s…) but even then the final say on characterization is up to the “main” mod for that play — mod aster

what aster said -- mod star

What is your favorite play? What is your favorite character in terms of how they were written in the source material? (@pedanticlecturer)

I think my favorite play overall is Macbeth, just because I like the vibes (and the fact that I too could kill Macbeth), the fact that you don’t say it’s name in theatres, and the fact that it’s a play I did a full read through and analysis of in class. Favorite character? Puck from Midsummer. — mod aster

uhhhh,, hmm. ive always had a soft spot for midsummer since i saw it with aster esp bc of how fun the costumes were. of the comedies it has the largest potential to be the most visually pleasing bc of the concept of fairies,,,and im gay and dramatic so i love that. id die if i got to costume design for midsummer,,,or be in it,,,yeah. fav character. hmm. probably mercutio?? i recently saw a version of romeo and juliet where mercutio was played by a woman and oh my god it was amazing!!! not to mention mercutio’s portrayal in baz luhrmann's INCREDIBLE version of r n j!!! (I based my mercutio design on him) he just spends the entire time making dick jokes. love that. -- mod star

How do you answer asks so fast? I mean it's great but I'm impressed 😂 (Anon)

Personally, it’s a mix of: notifications on, quick drawing speed, and using the blog to avoid my class work — mod aster

aster is fast and (as you can see from all of my answers) im lazey -- mod star

Are there any elements/characters of the plays you're covering that you would have liked to work into this blog's plot, but couldn't due to the constraints of the setting or the synthetic nature of the blog? (@pedanticlecturer)

I wanted to make everyone gay but unfortunately due to plot constraints we have to have some hets but that wont stop me from making it lgbt as possible. -- mod star

I did want to make The Tempest more of a central play, but it just didn’t translate well. Similarly, other supernatural elements like the witches in Macbeth. This isn’t so much a constraint mentioned, but my own time/energy means that I want to show the Macbeth backstory, in a specific format, but I can’t right now— mod aster

Is there a hierarchy of import when it comes to each play's individualized impact on shakespeare high's general arc? If so, what plays are crucial to the foundation of the story? Which ones did you do mostly for shits and giggles? (@pedanticlecturer)

This is phrased like an ACT question and i might not answer it right so sorry in advance but: mod aster and i only selected a few plays for each of us to do given we dont know all of shakespeare’s works, but we tend to put more emphasis on the the more well known. But it also comes down to 1. How much we have plotted out for each play and 2. What the followers ask about most. Our two most popular are hamlet and macbeth bc people are familiar w those but around march caesar always becomes relevant again. I didnt even have designs for some of the characters until someone asked about them. -- mod star

I would say the same as star— it generally comes down to what people ask about. I will say that the overall plot is sort of separated into “has happened” and “is happening”. Like, the human potion of Midsummer, Julius Caesar, and Macbeth are all in the “aftermath” portion, while Twelfth Night, Hamlet, and Romeo and Juliet, among others, are happening. We’re trying to incorporate as much as we can, and I don’t think any of them were really put in without some thought.— mod aster

What personal significance does shakespeare hold in ur guys' lives? (@pedanticlecturer)

I go to a theater school rn and so ive dealt w shakespeare (although not all of them) it also helps that i was in loves labours lost last year as moth and that i read hamlet and r n j. Theres also a theater in my state that always does One Big Shakespeare per season and they always do them super well!!! My love for shakespeare probably started w seeing midsummer at that theater w mod aster!!! So. Theater kid rights!! -- mod star

To be honest, I got back into Shakespeare Because of the blog. I’ve been friends with some people that got really Pretentious about Shakespeare, and it kinda put me off of it. I did have a book of abridged plays (the plays’ plots written out in prose, basically) that I read as a kid, which is what got me into not only the plots of a lot of the plays, but also the idea of having them illustrated. And, same as star, the theater in state does the One Big Shakespeare— and they tend to do some really cool things with the costumes, setting them in diff time periods. I haven’t been able to see any lately since I’ve moved, but they still slap. — mod aster

🥰😘💙🥰🥰💜💟🥰I 😍💗💚😍😍LOVE🖤🖤 YALL ♥️♥️🧡💛💚💝❣️💕💘💖💗💓💞💝❤️💛💜 okay now i have a question i swear— how long have the two of you been doing art??? and what were your first shakespeare plays??? (@hellaghosts)

Uhh i started drawing when i was like idk 12 and i have the giant boxes of sketchbooks to prove it!!! I moved to digital art at abt 14-15 but mostly stayed traditional until this yr when i got a Neat New Tablet so some of my sketchbooks are sitting abandoned rip. My first shakespeare was either romeo and juliet or midsummer nights dream and i love both of them v much!!! I have a very old piece of art that i did for r n j for my freshman class assignment on it and it hasnt aged well alsdjfjafd circa 2016 i think??? -- mod star

Oh man. I started drawing when I was about 10, but it was Bad. I don’t think I got much into drawing again until I was about 14? Sometime around the end of middle school/beginning of high school. I would say I started getting into drawing as more than doodling/coloring edits sometime around 2015-16? I would draw on my iPad with my finger, then I got a tablet for my computer, and now I pretty much stick to my iPad with an Apple Pencil. My first Shakespeare play was….. uh…… probably Midsummer???? I have No idea. We would go to plays when I was little, so I honestly don’t remember if I saw others before. It may have been Romeo and Juliet— I had that book where it was the original and the “modernized” with the little dog that explained things— which, if you know it makes sense, but if you don’t is probably a bonkers answer. — mod aster

Do you think this blog has like? An overarching thesis (be it b/c intentionally or simply b/c ur own take on the world has bled thru to the point where u believe it’s central to the piece at this point)? (@pedanticlecturer)

Not gonna lie, I had to read that like three times AND dm you to figure out what you were asking from us and all I have is “be gay, respect women, write your own happy endings”. — mod aster

This blog started with an ides of march shitpost and you think we have enough brain energy to write a whole thesis? I projected feelings of found family onto my half of the blog but idk if that counts. Be gay do crime 420 69 -- mod star

What’s the nature/rough dynamic of ur relationship? How do y’all know each other? (@pedanticlecturer)

Met mod aster when i was like 4 and even tho we didnt live close we became like, best friends although the Best part didnt start until we were like 13-ish and eventually we talked like non stop (about anime and homestuck. Yknow. 13 year old kid things) and we didnt see each other a lot bc of Distance and now its even worse bc aster is in colleg.,e but we consider each other siblings regardless of family bc we’re adopted into our own respective families so that bled over into our friendship and it would feel weird calling him anything other than my brother now. We’ve seen each other at our best and worst and if you really want a good insight on what we’re like as siblings watch griffin and justin mcelroy’s overview video of catlateral damage wherein i am griffin and he is the long suffering justin. -- mod star

Star is basically my long distance sibling and functionally the only cousin I recognize bc like their parents are basically an aunt and uncle and like our dads look enough alike that we’ve both accidentally gotten the wrong dad for a hug or similar so like. Anyways yeah Star is the Griffin to my Justin, complete with our absent middle brother who we love dearly— mod aster

Dubiously relevant q but what kind of music do y’all listen to when u do art (if that is indeed a habit either of u partake in) (@pedanticlecturer)

It can depend on the piece? I was working on some (unrelated) oc prints that were song-focused, and for those I just listened to said song on loop. Sometimes I have playlists. Sometimes I’ll just be in a Mood and throw a song on loop. But a lot of time for the blog, I’ll listen to The Adventure Zone for the billionth time, because I have Too Much Attention. I’ve also, on request from Star, linked the most recent “loop song”.— mod aster

I tend to obsess over the same like 3 songs every few weeks so those get listened to on repeat but it also depends on the tone of what im drawing or who im drawing i might genre switch bc of that. If im drawing ophelia i stick to lana del rey and if im drawing hamlet its the neighborhood, horatio is sufjan stevens etc. i have categorized,. Most of the characters i draw into different songs/genres/energies of music but not like i ever follow that. Sometimes i just pull up a really long nonsense video and forget to draw. Essentially: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -- mod star

How’d y’all come up with ur pseudonyms? (@pedanticlecturer)

I love space so much and my main blog is starryeydsailor space gay rights!! Im also tiny and full of energy and bright so basically i;m star -- mod star

Uhhhh i was like “hey i want to do uhhhhhh flower?” And then I google searched flower names until I found one I liked —- mod aster

How did you end up deciding the rough timeline of events in canon? (@pedanticlecturer)

It’s mostly determined by like. How we choose per story? If that makes sense. Like, we just take story by story, and decide “is it happening, has it happened, and when?” And then we fit them together in relation to each other just by dint of. All existing at once. Like, I knew I wanted Macbeth to be in aftermath, because like, even though there’s no murder, the way I’ve translated it to the AU is still kinda heavy, and it’s something that I don’t know that I could do properly if it were happening right now. Also, it’s more interesting IMO to have them at different times. Tl;dr we wing it per story and slot them together— mod aster (mod star agrees I just can word better, in theory)

If you could tell the story of shakespeare high in a different format than an ask blog, would you? Obviously y'all are making very good use of the format, but would you want to write this as a animated series or like? a comic book? or is the form inseparable from the story? (@pedanticlecturer)

I kinda wanted to do a webcomic or maybe to plot develop through like, animatics but the element of surprise comes from the asks we get and really makes us think so the blog is a good start. We didnt think we’d get this far -- mod star

Pretty much what Star said— there are certain elements where it’d be neat to do as a comic or as an animatic. Like, the fantasy dream is like, an anthology webcomic of each story, where you can like, see other characters in the background and stuff. But to be honest, we develop a lot by what we’re asked— there was a post about developing worldbuilding by being asked questions and then pretending you’ve thought about the answer, and it’s not far off. Personally, it’s hard to just lay out a story, because I have a whole WORLD and what’s relevant? What are people interested in? It’s by getting questions that I can then focus in on an area to develop. And yeah, we Super didn’t think we’d get this far lmao — mod aster

Any headcanons about your characters that you don't think will ever come up on the blog through asks or plot posts? (@pedanticlecturer)

I could make a whole separate post for this!!!!! Mostly its voice headcanons (and by mostly i mean like 1 or 2) or relationship hcs!!!! -- mod star

Honestly same. I don’t think I have voice headcanons for mine, though I bet I could find some. I’ve got a bunch of miscellaneous headcanons that just kinda float around, but like they’re scattered, too numerous for this post, and also not always things I’m sure are canon yet.— mod aster

#mod post #mod aster #mod star #q and a #birthday #we cant seem to read more AND tag so like brb gonna go kill god

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3gocentric-police-dick · 5 years

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Be woke Big facts Big Di-

Trafalgar is the name of a cape on the coast of ->SPAIN<- and u know what happened? The Battle of Trafalgar happened. and u know what? Spanish and French people got their ass kicked by a British dude named admiral lord nelson who died BC he got shot by some random French musketeer(Which to me weirdly resembles to Cavendish but that might just be a bit of a stretch) but that doesn't really matter.

Retaining to the Spanish theme donquixote doflamingo is named after don quijote de la mancha who read too much chivalry novels and became obsessed with the idea so he went around with his horse Rocinante(fact inside a fact,rocín can mean low quality horse or also a rough man, and antes means before so, "rocìn,antes" saying "yeah he was a rough man!before.. So..really complex pun there)-thinking he was this amazing gentleman. failed to mention this dude was fucking bonkers,he tried to fight mills he thought were giants. And I think its super ironic because don quijote LOVED his horse rocinante and said he was the best ride (..) even though he was a really fucked up horse on its last leg. more ironically rocinante was immensely loyal to his owner unlike one piece rocinante betraying his brother all along just to save the kids in the place by..throwing them..out the window? And went out of his way to steal the ope ope no mi from donquixote to save Trafalgar Law(who by the way, he is based on Valentino Rossi, a famous biker nicknamed the doctor!) I don't know if all this contradiction was intentional on oda's part but its cool as all hell

I was also gonna include who Cavendish semmed like the complete opposite of don quijote (like he has a beautiful horse Farul and he's just beautiful in general tbh and he's like an actual prince and stuff)and I also thought that luffys color schemed clothes looks a lot like Nelson's but they both seemed like ridiculous stretches ahh idk.. I'm probably looking way too deep into that.

God the immense amount of inspiration oda gets from all around the place is absolutely astonishing,Just thought I'd share this with you and hey if you dont't know,now you know =) really random thing I decided to post and I hope you enjoy? I guess

Excuse my mess of a writing I have ADD and too much is going on in my brain.

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ladyborel · 3 years

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Blushing Pink in Borel Blue

“That’s everything.”

The sweetness in Etien’s voice when she said it had Aymeric’s heart swelling. Loving him was everything. Was that not the pure love they were all told to strive for since childhood?

But then she bent and kissed him, her tail curling around his thigh, and he decided that in this moment, ‘pure’ wasn’t the word. Not when she’d been brushing against him, likely on purpose, spurring more moans he muffled by biting his lip.

Pure wasn’t the word. Magnificent, all-encompassing, drowning, maybe.

He kissed back, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer.

When she parted from him, she moved to sit up, sliding her tongue across her bottom lip to break the trail of saliva between their mouths.

He said the only thing he could think to. “I’m yours.”

He felt her tail wrap tighter. “You’re mine.” The moment of dominating possession passed, and her eyes welled. “Aymeric,” she murmured, wiping at her eye with the back of her finger, smiling.

“Etien?”

Her tail loosened from around his leg. She stroked his cheek. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can just do things the way we did last time; that would be more than fine by me.”

He ran his thumb over the marks on her cheek, feeling her head tip against his hand. Then he dropped it, playing with the pool of silk streaming off Etien and onto his abdomen. “…I want to try this.”

She smiled, and shifted her weight off her knees, sitting on him fully. Her tail was still flicking, in fact, maybe a little faster now. He groaned slightly through his nose at the feel of it, and Etien giggled, biting her lip.

She kissed him again.

Without breaking away from him, her hands found his, guiding one to her ear and the other to the base of her tail.

Immediately, his fingertips began working at her ear, earning him a sigh. A beat after that, he began slow circles of one finger in a u-shape over the top of her tail.

That worked much faster, Etien moaning into his mouth as her tail began to curl upwards, the tip swaying above them.

“So what does that mean?” Aymeric asked, Etien panting atop him.

“That you certainly won’t need instruction.” She barked a little laugh. “But also that I was really enjoying that.”

“Good,” Aymeric replied, going back to it.

With another heavy breath, she kissed his neck, his jaw, then let her teeth graze his earlobe, getting a gasp from him.

“Where did you learn that, darling?” She asked, voice low and breath hot in his ear.

“After the small debacle with your ears— Etien, please,” she was still nibbling his ear, occasionally tracing the cartilage with her tongue. She only laughed. “I decided to do some more research on, er, pleasing a Miqo’te.”

“Did you practice?”

His hand stopped. “Only in my mind.”

“Ah. I did keep thinking about this—” she sat up, slipped his earring out of the other ear, and lavished it with attention— “so I suppose turnabout would be fair play.”

“This cannot be standard.” Aymeric huffed.

“For Miqo’te? Obviously not.” She kissed his jaw again before returning to his ear. “But it makes you feel good.”

“That it does.”

“Not to mention,” she said, shifting her weight again, “foreplay is.”

Aymeric laughed. “Is that what this is?”

“You tell me,” she chirped. “Is this doing anything for you?” She bit down softly for effect, but exhaled hard through her nose in surprise at the noise Aymeric made in response.

“Not as much as this was,” he breathed, pressing just above her tail and feeling her mouth fall open where it pressed against his jaw.

She was trying to say something, but the word got lost, a long, breathy whine taking its place. “Do that again.”

He did, and Etien’s slack jaw and stilled breath gave him pause, until she huffed out, barely audible, “Gods above.”

She sat up and her eyelids fluttered before she pressed her mouth to his again, this kiss betraying a deep hunger as she got more careless with her teeth.

“Oh, Aymeric, get this thing off me,” she muttered against his lips.

He felt along her spine for buttons, but she huffed indignantly. “Just tear it, I need you.”

“A-are you sure?”

Etien sat back, hands on his chest so she didn’t have to shift her weight. “All right. It can wait.” She came down to kiss him again.

Though Aymeric was just as ready to lose himself to this kiss as Etien was to throw herself into it, he let her kiss him for a moment, then broke away. She moved to his neck again, peppering kisses under his jaw and on his throat in equal measure.

He had planned on asking her to slow down, but he realized he could say so in a much more appealing manner.

“Etien. We have all night. I intend to use it.”

She hummed, lips still pressed to his throat. “You raise a good point.” She sat up. “What would you have me do?”

“Oh no, the control is in your hands, my dearest.”

He watched her chest move and her mouth open with a little shocked breath, a slight flush coming to her cheeks.

Oh, Fury take him. Here they were, alone together in the Black Shroud, her sitting atop him, flushed with desire and looking so good in his color.

She’d look just as good without the garment on. Now, this made him blush. There was a part of him still flustered by his wants, even now. For years, it had been something to conceal, to seek forgiveness for, and he had still never entirely banished them.

Now, that didn’t matter. This desire had been sanctified. How strange, how wonderful, he could call this ache, the heat spreading through him the longer they looked at each other, holy. A matter of days could take the glide of hands over skin from sinful to sacramental. Though he supposed, it certainly helped that the hands were now hers over his skin, rather than his own, fantasies flying through his mind.

At this moment, he didn’t need fantasies. She was right here.

“I truly want to know what you want me to do,” Etien said finally, blush deepening.

“Well, you could get out of that,” he said.

She grabbed the hem, pulling the silk up and over her head. “There. Though you have more on than I do now.”

Without displacing her from his lap, Aymeric wiggled out of his remaining garments, then took her hands, then her elbows, to pull her back to his mouth for another kiss.

Skin to skin, but moving slow, was divine. Let things build. They had time.

Etien moved her hand from where it had been resting on the bed, to slide it into Aymeric’s hair. It wasn’t in the usual spot she grabbed on to give his hair a tug, but the effect was the same. She nibbled his lip, as well.

“Tell me where you want my mouth now,” she breathed. He opened his eyes, and they flicked down. Etien smiled knowingly, then began her sinuous journey of scooting back and between his legs, flopping onto her stomach.

She licked her lips, then pressed them together, as if thinking.

“Yes? Is some—ohhhh.” Clearly, nothing was wrong. Indeed, all things were very good, with Etien’s mouth on him, so warm and… welcoming. His eyes shut as he took another shuddering breath.

It felt almost dirty to watch, but Aymeric looked down anyway. Etien’s eyes were closed, her cheeks still a little pink as she went about her task. She opened her eyes, met his, and winked. A jolt went through him. Her hands had been on his hips, but now she was affectionately stroking his sides, as if trying to settle him down.

He slid his hand into her hair, and was surprised to feel Etien’s head shift, pressing upwards, as if to prevent him from pushing her head. He wasn’t going to; he had no desire to choke her. She settled, swallowing and humming in amusement when the movement of her throat dragged a rough moan from his.

“Etien. Etien.” Her ears flicked, but she didn’t acknowledge him. “Dear-heart.”

She snapped out of whatever trance she’d been in, looking up. “Hmm?” was all she could manage, her mouth still very full.

Aymeric’s mind went completely blank at the image and the vibration and he shook his head. “Uhh. You can come up.”

She released him with a soft pop, wiping her mouth with one finger. “Was I… was that all right?”

“More than. I simply had another idea.”

She blinked up at him, pressing up from her belly to sit on her hip, folding her legs next to her. “Yes?”

“Come here,” he told her softly, beckoning her with one finger. She scooted closer. “No, very close, Etien.” She moved in more. He sat up, brushed back her hair, making sure his fingertips grazed her neck, and then kissed it, taking some of the flesh between his teeth.

She sucked in a breath, and followed it with “ohhhh holy shite, Aymeric.”

“All right?” He murmured against her skin.

She whined in response, but quickly followed it with a low “lie down.”

He did as she said, taking her hands as she clambered atop him. She slipped one from his grasp, however, to slot him into place, shifting her hips and biting her lip as she slowly sank down.

The other hand, he brought to his mouth, kissing her knuckles and fingertips, flipping her hand to kiss the base of her palm and her wrist. He moaned, breath fanning against her wrist, when she was fully seated. With his free hand, he held her there for a moment. She stilled.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything,” Etien replied, head still tipped back.

“Had you ever… had someone before me?”

“A Tia,” she admitted, opening her eyes. “A vastly disappointing Tia, I discovered after the fact.”

Aymeric swallowed. “After the fact?”

She wiggled her hips. “If you understand what I mean.”

He nodded slowly.

“Don’t concern yourself with Tias,” she purred. “I certainly don’t.” She kissed him deeply. “I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” he breathed, letting his hand slide from her thigh, where it had been keeping her still.

She lifted her hips, then sank down again, looping her tail under his knee. “Yours.”

Etien lost count of a lot of things— how many positions they’d been in, the number of bites she’d left on Aymeric’s neck and collarbone (ah, Miqo’te instincts), when she’d started purring. But now, with Aymeric drifting to sleep on top of her, it didn’t matter.

She pet his hair, then let her hand keep going, over his shoulders, down his back. Even in his mostly-asleep state, he nestled closer. She pressed her nails against his back, earning her a pleased groan and Aymeric weakly pressing against her. Incredible.

She stroked his cheek, smiling.

Wasn’t this the passionate love they all strove for?

#Aytien; post Stormblood #Aytien #not SFW

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