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flownwrong · 4 days

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dS rewatch shenanigans

So me and @mannequin3thereckoning rewatched 2.04 Bird in the Hand, 3.02 Eclipse and 4.03 The Ladies' Man (or 4.05, depending on the region; I like this ordering of the episodes better, it makes the season more equally paced to me). Somehow we picked a nice equal distribution between seasons 2-4 (sorry s1, I just did not have that much free time!)

It was fun to compare the impressions between us, a person who's fresh off a rewatch and one who didn't touch dS for some years :) Unlike my rigorous friend, I don't have it in me to do a separate post for each episode. It's all pretty chaotic, but here goes:

Bird in the Hand

It was funny to notice how much easier it is to judge the pacing of an episode while also chatting about it in real time compared to a regular watch. This one is pretty much perfect!

It's a great showcase for the side of Fraser that sometimes gets lost between screen and fic, or screen and meta—his lowkey permanent annoyance with his circumstances ("I'm not sulky. I don't sulk," he said. You know, like a liar!) and his masterfully contained intense anger. It's so funny how annoyed he gets with Turnbull! Finally, someone at the consulate who gets more shit than he does haha.

Also another great example of Ray consistently ready to both stir up shit and take shit for Fraser in a highly stressful situation where Fraser's hands are tied. “He’d shoot him for you if you asked"—even Dad knows <3 Linking this wonderful art to express my endless appreciation for how well-oiled Ray and Fraser's banter is. No one does put upon like Ray Vecchio. No one.

And, I mean, the emotional centerpiece of the episode is BRILLIANT. The tone balances on the usual dS edge between wacky and weighty juuust right for juuuuust long enough via Ghost Dad, and then it cannonballs right into heartbreaking because of the Ghost Dad in the span of two lines, sustains it for one of the most effective conversations in all of dS and eases out of it by—you guessed it—Ghost Dad diffusing the tension with continuous murderous overtures.

And I think Fraser's ✨Plan✨ in this one is a rare example of his speechifying that actually bares his underbelly as opposed to only expressing his beliefs illustrated by his experiences. He's very self-aware: he says to his father, "I'm no better", I, too, can't ask for help, I, too, can't express my love and my hurts—and then he goes and does exactly that—and then he immediately follows it by turning the tables on everyone and going "ah, but I stunned you all with my emotional openness on purpose so I could get the upper hand in the stand-off"—but it works both ways, and it's clearly also him using the excuse to actually be vulnerable for a second. Man, Fraser is a thing to behold in this episode.

But you can actually see how far he's come since the pilot, and how his partnership with Ray affected him—it's cool that this happens only two episodes after Ray bullies him into admitting his dissatisfaction with his circumstances. And here he's expressing grief, not the anger, not the desire for revenge, but grief, out loud, to everyone. "You broke my heart." Jesus.

10/10 episode, highly recommended.

Eclipse

This episode is like a favourite well-worn hoodie to me. Apart from the iconic "Do you find me attractive?" exchange it offers so many joys.

It's funny (The "now it's broken and it's working" exchange and "Mom, how you've changed—into cuban cigars" are both beautiful moments).

There's Fraser's "I'm acquainted with loss and, on occasion, loneliness" line which is I think a great thing to learn about him early in the season both if you tuned into the show without seeing s1-2 and if you're Ray Kowalski.

There's the great Ray intro, doubly so because we already had the intro, and were even given a lot of the info there that Eclipse reinforces (like Ray's compulsive need to express his vulnerabilities in hope of protecting himself from being judged too harshly, but also his competence—even if my man should really keep those glasses on—and his ability to think on his feet and his obsessive tendencies and his soft romantic underbelly and I could go on, we learn so. much. stuff. by the point we hear Fraser's exposition on Ray's professional record we're not even surprised).

I love that Fraser is immediately comfortable with his new position of being the more emotionally stable one in the duo, haha—while Ray Vecchio had his insecurities and great moments of learning to trust himself with Fraser's help, Fraser is clearly both fascinated by Ray Kowalski's openness and ready to offer his shoulder to lean on, with an added bonus of being in less danger of being perceived while near this dude who constantly makes himself available for perception.

Random little notes: I really love how Ray says his own name with so much disappointment when introducing himself: "I'm... *frustrated sigh* Kowalski." I love how he tentatively asks Fraser to repeat "friend" after his declaration of friendship. I love that he's a dork who throws the dreamcatcher like a frisbee. I love the b-plot letting us hang out with the station gang a little and see them stand up for each other. I love the insane angle on Ray's face while he's being interrogated (see: my eyelashes gifset). I love the birthday party. I love the crypt as a setting, and I love everyone in that impromptu holding cell.

And, in the words of my wiser friend, "ray finding out his imposter syndrome was caused by a guy who doesn’t even remember him is so very ray". I take my hat off to everyone involved in making this episode.

The Ladies' Man, which I'm very glad my friend suggested, bc otherwise I probably would've forced her to watch it anyway, and I'm not a fan of such cruelty.

Let's get some things out of the way:

Ray looks incredibly good in this episode. It's a crime to look this good AND suffer prettily on top of that. The fact that the camera that was already pretty obsessed with CKR these two seasons gets, like, terminally stuck on him here does Not hurt matters.

I have some Questions for the episode, and I'll get to them, but it's my top one dS episode on a pure viewing pleasure level because it pushes my buttons.

Can't say much about the cold open because it's pretty much perfect, tight and tense and we get the Homoerotic Calling Off Your Rabid Dog Partner When He's Losing It Before He Kills Someone, which is a timeless classic (complete with the obvious and iconic Look at me! Look! At! Me!), and Ray and Fraser are perfect characters to act it out. CKR is on fire, no notes.

One moment I somehow forgot from my many previous rewatches that really struck me during this one is Fraser's almost casual admission of imagining murdering his father's murderers—thinking again about Bird in the Hand up there. It's a great reminder late in the show, where we see this aspect of him less often, and it's cool that he can safely share it in the face of Ray's rawness, you know, as opposed to it being a great and painful admission when he's the vulnerable one.

A brief interlude to shake my fists at the sky and wail Why, o Paul Gross, did you have to add the singing—it's not just that the joke didn't age well, it didn't even land at the time, and I don't think it would in any episode, but especially here???— and the bark tea flirting—which is par for the course as far as dS goes and could be cute but it feels totally disconnected from the rest of the scene, let alone the episode, so, again, ???? It's not that I wanted a mournful monotony of an episode with no laughs—I would pick a different show then—but like, I think better jokes could've been made. Like later in the episode, where during a climactic scene they drop the "actually, all that exposition makes me feel a little thirsty" line, it works.

Back to the point: Dixie Seatle is fucking amazing??? Her and CKR work so well together that all the noise of failed gags and nonsensical continuity of Ray's cover and whatnot is super easy to wave away because they're the emotional core of the episode, and they deliver. They have such a fragile thing going on, with him being exhausted from all the guilt and her also being exhausted from his guilt on top of the, you know, the whole death penalty thing.

Which, speaking of, UM, that's one of Thee Darkest Premises in the whole show and encountering it for the first time was a trip, during a season I was not a fan of and considered dropping. And yes many rewatches later I'm still confused but grateful about it all. The world in this episode is brutal in the way it rarely is in the show; integrity and redemption and whatnot are big motives in dS, and the big point is usually that the world, imperfect and unfair as it is, can respond to kindness with kindness and this is worth upholding. It is Not So here; scenes like the whole precinct cheering away at the prospect of Beth's impending execution are just—wow, okay.

So, as far as dS goes, this is a super solipsistic episode. It's perfectly self-contained, and even though it could have, I don't know, implications for Ray the way some of Fraser's Bad Shit did for Fraser, it just isn't addressed in the end. And I don't think it should be. It's a character study, and whoever decided they needed a very heavy one for Ray is my hero. (Note: I think this is the reason I never read a coda for this episode that I enjoyed. Having your blorbo break down in tears right in front of his boyfriend right before the credits with no follow-up kind of begs for a coda, but—newp. It works so well because it cuts off with no big resolutions.)

And whoever wrote those two closing scenes deserves a medal; to have this much restraint is an achievement for late season dS. CKR and Dixie Seatle also deserve a medal each for creating something this excruciating with super precise line deliveries and body language.

Small things my mind always catches on:

Welsh and his pink duster, looking out for Ray

CKR's rolling over the car stunt (steam comes out of my ears)

tiny flashback Ray checking his hair in the mirror at the crime scene because of course he does

Ray casually fiddling with Fraser's hat as they walk around

Sam Franklin's whole deal. I mean, there's tension there. For god's sake he pats Ray's cheek like a proud mentor he played the whole time when Ray takes his gun during his arrest. I mean. Uh. Yeah.

the fact that truepenny quit her meta right before this episode is a human tragedy

Probably like 40% of what you've read above have been brought up or articulated by @mannequin3thereckoning, so thank her for all the fun. I hope we can do this again some time <3

#ds30below #due south #meta #benton fraser #ray kowalski #ray vecchio #i wrote this in seven sittings during work #and on my meds #and so hungry i couldn't think straight #so don't hold any nonsense against me

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livannasalinger · 1 year

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Dc x Dp prompt 3

I was thinking lately that most of the prompts and fics that I see, they range from: focus on Danny, focus on Jazz, oneshots here and there with some different characters, maybe sam and tucker, but not much more than that. Of course, ultimately, the idea of Dc x Dp goes through the importance that Danny has to establish this connection (ghost king, meta laws, being a hero, classic black hair and blue eyes of the Waynes, etc etc) and focus more on relationships with DC characters (batfam, superman, Wonder Woman, etc) . At the same time, I've recently been thinking about how there are few fics that portray the rest of the Casper High as a functional group (not counting Everlasting trio). And then, there's this fic that I really like (see prompt 2) that talks about a different way that the incident with Spectra could have happened. With all this, I thought:

- what if, these incidents with the ghosts made the group more cohesive: I'm not talking about everyone being super friends, although that can be cool, but I'm talking about actually seeing them build a dynamic because they need to protect themselves from danger and they can't get help from anyone else - Justice League doesn't interfere/doesn't know/doesn't believe

- Anyway, X years pass, the events of DP (except Danny's revelation to the world) occur, but unlike canon, the children mature faster, and start to blossom like powerhouses - imagine Assassination classroom and how they became after graduation, that kind of thing.

- But that's when things start to get interesting, because "out of nowhere" a group of people with impressive skills and suspicious training in different areas begins to appear, young people trained in things they shouldn't. At first, the connection was not clear, as everyone is in different areas, but little by little a pattern starts to become clearer: maybe their presence, maybe some more ghostly physical characteristic.

I see two ways this starts to get noticed:

-- At a Justice League meeting, several superheroes start listing people of interest and justifying why. They might have noticed these people as possible future villains, or maybe they want to recruit them, or something like that. The point is: when one person starts talking, another hero starts remembering that he knows a similar person, a pattern starts to be observed, an investigation starts to be made.

-- An investigation is already under way, as there is a group of people who came from the same place, started to become influential in the field of choice, and nobody can prove, but many suspect that this group is responsible for the disappearance of a mysterious government organization called GIW

In any case, an investigation begins showing the different ways that the Amity Park group has grown to be BAMF including: Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Dash Baxter, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Wes weston.… maybe even Ellie and Dan.

The investigation proceeds, old photos of the group can be found and they notice the disappearance of only one person: Danny Fenton. Which makes no sense, as he is seen multiple times with all the suspects, but effectively there is no record of him anywhere: no college, no job, not even how he gets from one place to another, no plane ticket, nothing.

It would still be really cool if everyone in the group followed certain customs, derived from the lessons they received on how to deal with ghosts or because they are Liminal and that's why they behave a little differently and, even if they've been living with "normal people" for years , sometimes they just forget common sense and scare people without intending to.

The conclusions that the JL, villains and other groups, can come to are potentially hilarious: are they villains? what are their goals? Are they a secret cult with this Danny as their leader? Are they or are they not doing something illegal? Are they a threat? And if so, a threat to whom?

At the end of it all I can see Mr Lance showing up and thinking "how come this is supposedly the most powerful group of people in the world?!" and in 5 minutes solving any chaos or misunderstanding like:

"Pride and Prejudice, not even Mr. Weston was that bad" (looking at Red Robin's conspiracy board)

#dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #Bamf everyone #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #Jazz is Bamf too #casper high as a group #casper high as a family?#if you mess with one from Amity Park you mess with them all #feral everyone #everyone is liminal

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) - part 9

Note: Thank you to everyone who has been so UNREASONABLY patient for this update. I went on vacation and then immediately went back to work and had approximately zero downtime and then I started hyperfixating on The Sandman. Also, a wonderful anon made a playlist for this fic! Listen to it here (spotify)

Warnings/Tags: Explicit language

Synopsis: You deal with the colossal explosion of your dad’s visit and discover how deep the shrapnel goes.

You’re starting to trust that friendship means letting someone see fallout and hoping they don’t flinch.

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You’ve got a migraine from Hell the next morning. It felt like someone stuck a tube up your nose and filled your cranium with shards of glass and that were also on fire. You medicated with caffeine and Excedrin and sequestered yourself into the back of the kitchen.

You would be absolutely miserable if you had to do front of house today. It had nothing to do with the subtle, bubbling fear that your dad would show up again. There was plenty to do. And if Dani, Ted, or Leslie noticed your mood—they were gracious enough not to mention it. Your phone remained quiet on your desk as if the Universe knew you were in a piss-poor mood. Not even Carmy texted you.

Which was fine. It was! You were both busy with your bullshit. It was day two of your opening. You had custom orders to process, and invoices, and supplies to replenish. Your day started well before your trilling alarm and ended only when you closed your eyes at night. You knew his daily life wasn’t chill or easy. He walked around, rumpled with exhaustion and grief, and carried a duffel bag of emotional baggage over his shoulder.

But – okay, okay – fine – maybe you were expecting something after yesterday. A check-in? A stupid meme? Something, anything, that meant everything was still cool between you two after you dumped all your daddy issues onto him. You scrubbed your hands over your face with a quiet groan, watching the stars dance before your eyelids. You couldn’t text him first. What would you say? It’s not like he needed to know how you were. You could just move past it naturally. Let time erode the awkwardness and return to the tentative friendship shared between you.

You folded the yellow receipt for the delivery of your walk-in fridge into an origami frog. The meditative nature of carefully folding helped to ease your pounding head and anxious thoughts. You smiled fondly at the little creature and balanced it upon your filing cabinet.

“Look after the office while I’m gone.” You said to it before snatching your apron from the wall and joining Ted and Dani in the kitchen.

Shortly before closing, you hefted a heavy garbage bag over your shoulder and dumped it into the bin in the alley with a grunt. The flies buzzed noisily, disturbed by your action, and the rank smell of literal hot garbage forced your throat to gag. You wiped your palms together and grimaced. The less glamorous aspects to business ownership, you supposed.

A car door slammed behind you, followed by your name, and you spun—heart racing—to see your dad stalking toward you. He wore a bright, blue polo shirt and beige khakis and shiny brown loafers. He was the perfect picture of a middle-aged, middle-class ordinary man. However, his expression was unlike any other you’d seen before. Granted, your catalog of dad-expressions were extremely limited and muddled over time. You folded your arms across your chest. His perfect little family wasn’t with him. You wondered where he left them. The hotel? The zoo? Anything was possible with someone as flighty and irresponsible as your dad. Your breath stuttered in your chest.

“I need to talk to you about last night.” He said sternly, settling his hands on his hips, the face of his silver watch flashed in the hot, June sun.

“Are you seriously this pissed just because I didn’t call you for dinner?”

“No, not that.” He shook his head. “I’m referring to the two goons you sent to the hotel. They bullied me. Told me not to speak to you!” He pointed to his clean-shaven cheek, “One of them assaulted me! He was about this tall—” He gestured, “—I need his contact information so I can press charges. I assume you have it on hand since they were adamant about your friendship.”

Your brow furrowed. Did your dad lose a few screws on his drive over? For starters, he appeared completely fine. No bruises, no blood, no obvious signs of assault. Secondly, you had no idea who he was even talking about. Goons? You’d snort with laughter over the word if you weren’t so flabbergasted by his accusations. The only person who knew your dad visited was Carmy…but he didn’t…he couldn’t have…done anything…right? If you were to trust your dad’s description, Carmy wasn’t that tall, and it couldn’t be Richie.

Actually, it could be Richie. That actually sounded feasible. Shit. Did Richie seriously punch your dad?

He kept talking. “Now, I’m willing to put this whole unpleasant business behind us, once the person is charged, and we can celebrate your opening – as a family – tonight or tomorrow.”

You scoffed, throat tightening, and anger burning low in your gut, “I’m sorry, did you just say family?”

“Yes, kiddo. That’s what we are.” He smiled with perfect, straight teeth. “Now, I know I haven’t been around much but—”

“Much?!” You cut in, astonished at the gall of him, “You weren’t around at all!”

He sighed, eyes pleading. “I know, but I’m trying.”

“Why?” You stepped forward with fingertips digging into your arms. “Why now? After all this time?”

“The boys need a good role model.”

Your anger erupted from smoldering to supernova. “Stop!” You laughed, throwing your hands up, “Stop bringing your fucking kids into this! They aren’t pawns on a fucking chessboard. Just be honest with me—you couldn’t be honest with mom—and you abandoned me—abandoned us—so I’m asking you to do something good for once in your fucking life and be honest!

“Why the FUCK are you here?”

His gaze hardened, “Now, honey, I understand you’re upset, but that is no way to your father.”

A rogue fly buzzed around your head. All the pain inside leaked like a corrupted, infected wound. You trembled with it. You wanted to scream until your throat went raw. Dozens of birthdays rolled out before you with fragile hope that he’d walk through the door. A thousand holidays where the mailbox was empty – no letters or cards from him. A flipbook of skinned knees, and wiggly teeth, and listening to your mom weep in the kitchen when she thought you had already gone to bed. A childhood of acting Perfect because you thought that’s what you needed to do bring him back.

Then, as you got older, you endeavored for perfection to lessen the burden of your existence on your mom. Because how could she possibly heal with the constant reminder of him by her knees? How could she focus on her career if she was busy meeting your principal or trying to help you with homework? You didn’t want to upset her life. You made yourself small, and quiet, like a ghost in your big house in Cincinnati. Until your grandfather rescued you.

He gave you warmth, and gentleness, and focused attention you were uncertain you deserved. He practiced your multiplication tables with you over the phone. He sprayed you with the cold hose while he watered the garden. He winked at you across the dinner table whenever grandma said something amusing. He pulled you from the sidelines of your life and brought you onto the stage.

“You’re not my father.” You said, choking down a sob. “My father died a few months ago. You saw the interview about him, didn’t you?” You blinked away your tears. For a moment, your dad was stunned and speechless, his eyes glassy.

“You weren’t there.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You weren’t there to – to help me when I fell down. When – when I scraped my knees or – or -- when a boy in third grade I had ugly teeth. You missed every single birthday and I wished for you!”

The tears flooded your lower lashes and spilled down your cheeks, tasting like absolution on the corners of your trembling lips.

“Do you have any idea how that feels? To be ten years old and while other kids were wishing for Nintendo’s and ponies – I was sitting there wishing for my dad to come home.” You inhaled raggedly. “And you never came back. It was like I stopped existing for you. It was like I didn’t matter. You were my hero.”

“So, you don’t get to stand here – a-and act like we’re a family or that we have any sort of relationship because we don’t. Okay? We don’t. You could have called! And don’t try to say you couldn’t or that Mom wouldn’t let you—because—"

You sniffled, “A few years ago, Mom told me that you used to call her, but it was only for money. It was never to talk to me.” Somewhere around the six-year mark of their separation, your Mom said she blocked his number, and rerouted any of his calls to her lawyer. It broke her heart, she said, to answer that phone and foolishly hope he’d ask for you.

The tendons in his neck flared, “I fell on hard times…once or twice.” He admitted quietly. “I’m trying, sweetie, I’m trying to—"

You blurted, “Why are you here?!”

“I regret how things ended between your mother and I.” He clasped his hands together, “You must believe me about that. I regret missing your childhood.”

You pressed your tear-stained lips together. “You missed all of it, dad. You missed everything.”

“I know.” He nodded, “I know.”

You felt a blade against your skin at the question in the back of your mind. You didn’t want to ask this. It was going to cut you open and flay you alive if you did. But, you had to know the truth. Did your dad actually have regrets? Or was this another ploy? Was it another sob-story to trap you into writing a check like your Mom? Your lips quivered and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, holding yourself together, and wishing—with your whole heart—that your instincts would be proved false.

You asked softly, “Are you here for money?”

He averted your eyes, lips thinning.

“Are you here for money?” You repeated, feeling ice crawl over your limbs, numbing them. “I won’t have a relationship with you built on dishonesty, dad. Are you here for money?”

“Marilyn was laid off.” He said with difficulty, “and I – they cut my hours, you know, they’ve been outsourcing everything 'cause it’s cheaper overseas! It’s ruining the economy.”

Your lips twitched with a disbelieving smile and stayed quiet. Sometimes, the best offense was letting your opponent spill their own guts.

“I want to be in your life and yes – yes I – we could use your help.” He said, “I’m not so prideful that I can’t admit when I need help.”

“What do you say, huh? The bakery closes soon, doesn’t it? We can go get pancakes. You still – you still like pancakes, don’t you?” He smiled weakly, “And we can talk. We can talk this whole thing through. We can start over. We can be a family.”

The child-version of you, quiet and vulnerable, the little girl who thought her dad put the stars in the sky wanted so badly to say yes. You wrapped your arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Because, if you say yes, there was only one way this story goes, and it ends in heartbreak and disappointment. Your mom loaned your dad thousands of dollars over the years to bail him out of bad investments, and gambling debts, and overall poor life choices.

Maybe she did it because she loved him. Maybe she did it because you still loved him. He always thanked her once the check cleared, and they never spoke again until he needed her. You couldn’t follow that same path. You would break the cycle and your own heart. You closed your eyes briefly, tears overfilling, and pursed your lips.

“Kiddo?”

You opened your eyes to see your dad’s hopeful face. He expected you to say yes. But you were your grandfather’s child. You were made of silver cufflinks and white roses, delicate origami, and crossword puzzles. You imagined his warm, soft hands squeezing your shoulders. ‘Grow up, get over it,’ You suddenly remembered the second half of his favorite phrase, ‘There are greener pastures over the hill.’ He was right. You had a whole, bright, and beautiful field of the future laid out before you.

“The answer is no.” You said, firm and clear. “And don’t come back here again.”

You added, “Please.”

He called your name when you walked away, but the heavy door closed behind you, and he did not try to follow you or start slamming his fist on the door. You weren’t sure how to feel about that. He never fought for you as a kid. He wouldn’t fight for you now. You battled the warring emotions inside your chest and relaxed your spine against the warm metal door.

You flattened your palms over your face, shoulders trembling, and cried over your dad for the second time today.

“Boss?” Ted’s concerned voice, resonate and warm, “You okay?”

“Nah.” You chuckled wetly, “I’m fucking awful, actually.”

Ted seemed at a loss for words, then he brightened, “Oh! Well – someone from the Beef came by and dropped lunch off. Do you want some? Can’t cry on an empty stomach that’s what I always say.”

You swiped at your tears with your knuckles, “W-what?”

Who from the Beef? And why? Could it have been Carmy? Or Marcus? How many surprises would this day throw at you?

“Yeah!” Ted smiled. “It’s chicken.”

You numbly followed Ted into your office where a Styrofoam container waited at your desk. Someone had written your name on a piece of neon green tape and affixed it to the front. You sank into your chair and lifted the top, steam wafted around your fingers, and condensation dripped from the inside of container. It smelled incredible and fragrant with notes of lemon and butter and garlic, you recognized the dish as lemon chicken piccata.

Ted smiled down at you, clapping your shoulder kindly, “Take your time, Boss. Everyone deserves a break.”

He left shortly thereafter, and you stabbed the included plastic fork into the dish. Did Carmy make this? It fell apart in your mouth, wonderfully juicy, and rich with herbs and tangy lemon. You choked back your laughter to stop yourself from, you know, actually choking. A fresh wellspring of tears brightened your eyes. Your stomach grumbled appreciatively, reminding you of your hunger, your humanity. You ate several bites, grinning, letting the flavors overtake your tongue and warm you from the inside out.

You reached for your phone and sent a single, simple text to him.

‘IDK who made this chicken but it’s fire. Thank you.’ You included a few flame emojis to embellish the message.

‘Thanks, Chef.’

‘Was it you?’

His response didn’t arrive until a few minutes later. You didn’t mind. It gave you time to eat.

‘Yeah, it was.’ Followed by a quick, ‘I’m glad you like it.’

Your heart flipped inside your chest. He made it for you. Okay, you could get technical and say he made it for everyone at the Rookie Cookie, but—he took time out of his busy day to send someone over with lunch. Because…because…why? You paused, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, lingering with the taste of his food. Because you were friends? Because he knew your dad was in town and he saw how wrecked it made you?

You smiled, unable to resist teasing him, ‘I guess that time at NOMA paid off, huh?’

‘Guess so.’

You set your phone back down onto your desk and were intent on finishing the meal before it got cold. Your phone buzzed again, surprising you, and you tapped the front screen to reveal the message waiting.

‘It’s a family recipe.’

You leaned back into your desk chair, breath caught in a snare, as the implications rolled across your mind like fresh snow. It wasn’t just about the food. It was about what it represented. He didn’t just throw together a sandwich. He gave you a piece of his family, his past, almost like…like how you gave him a piece of yours (just with less crying and destruction of hotel business cards).

Your knee bounced, checking the time, and counting backward inside your head. Generally, your bakery closed around the time The Beef closed for lunch to prep for dinner. Now, maybe it was the adrenaline waning from your tense, soul-ripping conversation with your dad. Or maybe it was this sweet, moving gesture of a family recipe on your desk. But you buzzed with restlessness and a hidden, quiet desire to see him.

He's across the street. You drummed your fingers on your desk. He told you he wouldn’t mind if you came around. You shoveled the final bite into your mouth and unlaced your apron.

“Dani, heading out! You’re in charge!” You shouted before leaving.

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The front door of the Beef is closed with their dinner hours posted. You didn’t hesitate and your sneakers scuffed against the sidewalk at your short-stop. You circled around to the back. All the smokers were – surprise! – smoking. Richie and Tina sat on the wooden benches, Ebra’s arms hung over the staircase metal railing, and Carmy stood nearby everyone with his hand on his hips and back to you.

Ebrahim noticed you first, “Carmy! Your girlfriend is here!” He announced with an excited smile.

Carmy half-turned just in time for you to throw your arms around his shoulders in an abrupt embrace.

“Hey-o!” Richie shouted, laughing.

He was comfortingly warm, solid, and unmoving in your grasp. Chest-to-chest, you could feel his heartbeat, and the whisper of his breath on your neck. His curly hair brushed against the side of your face – painfully familiar and soft. You squeezed him tightly. He didn’t reciprocate the hug, but that hardly mattered.

You said, “I heard you met my dad,” before puling away and playfully punching his shoulder.

His neck flushed and he scratched the side of his nose with his thumb. “Shit, uh, yeah – you heard about that, huh?” Carmy looked embarrassed. Whether it was from the hug, or being found out, you didn’t know and weren’t going to waste time asking. You had someone else you needed to thank.

“That’s not all.” You took a small step toward Richie. “I also heard you punched my dad.”

You grabbed Richie’s face between your palms and you’re grateful that he’s sitting down because otherwise the height difference would make this impossible. His eyes widened, but he doesn’t squirm away. You planted a kiss to each grizzled cheek; his short beard tickled your lips. Carmy coughed and turned his face away.

“Thank you.” You said, earnest and warm, “Seriously.”

Richie grinned between your hands, “Ah – shit. Anytime, sweetheart.”

Tina piped up, “What? Your dad some kind of shithead?”

You laughed, “The worst kind of shithead. The kind who doesn’t speak to his daughter for two decades and then turns up asking for money.”

Ebrahim whistled lowly behind you. “What a shit.”

You shrugged, “It’s over now.”

“Next time he’s around, you tell me.” Ebra said, tapping his chest with two fingers, “I do more than little bitch slap from Richie.”

“Hey! Fuck you!” Richie shouted at him.

Ebra laughed, “Fuck you!” He opened the back door and Richie followed him inside with good-natured threats of ‘showing Ebra how it happened’. You slid your hands into the back pockets of your jeans and sighed, though a smile lingered at your mouth, and your eyes went to Carmy as if drawn by magnetic force. Tina took a long drag of her cigarette and crossed her legs, watching you like a soap opera. You considered waiting for her to finish her cigarette before talking to Carmy, but time is precious, and you’re bursting at the seams with fondness.

Because no one stood up for you like that before. Richie risked possible arrest (but that was Richie). It was about Carmy using his limited hours in his day to do something for you. He went to the hotel. He confronted your dad. Although you didn’t know what was said, you got the essence, and didn’t need anything else. He deviated from his daily routine and responsibility because you were hurting.

Carmy was quickly becoming your favorite person.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You said to him.

“Yeah, me either.” He searched your face, something soft and vulnerable in the lines of his shoulders, and in the exhaustion of his clear eyes, “You pissed?”

“A little, yeah.” You smiled, “I hate it when people stick their nose in my business, remember?”

“Yeah.” He smiled wryly, “Yeah, I know.”

“But…um…” You licked your lips, “The rules are a little different for friends…so…” A golden, warm light spilled through the fractures in your heart. He watched you with quiet interest, the ember of his cigarette burning dangerously close to the filer, and you felt…you felt seen. You ballooned with joy and appreciation.

“Give me twenty-four hours and I’ll get over it.” You said.

His eyebrows lifted, “Yeah?” He asked softly. You bit your lower lip and offered him a small nod.

Tina snickered, snubbing her cigarette out on the edge of the bench before standing. “Oh, you’ve got your hands full with this one, loquita.”

She patted your shoulder before ascending the steps and disappearing into the Beef.

In the moment of the door opening, you heard Richie call out, “T! Settle this bet for us!” Your smiled widened. You loved this little group of weirdos. Your chaotic, loud neighbors across the street – what would you do without them?

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Carmy tossed his cigarette before it could burn his fingers. You stood inches away – a breath away – and all he could feel was your arms around him. His skin tingled. He wanted to rewind time. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and bury his nose into the crook of your shoulder. But he froze, speechless and confused.

Everything happened too fast including how you kissed Richie’s cheeks and his strangled reaction to it. You lingered, not leaving, though you both knew you’d have to. He needed to prep for dinner. You had to finish closing.

He selfishly drank in the sight of you, a little pleased that tears weren’t glistening in your eyes and appreciating how your smile illuminated the warmth in your eyes. You were so goddamn incredible. He sent Ebra to deliver your lunch with the vain hope that the food could say what he couldn’t. You brought him a gentle, lulling sense of peace, of comfort. You were his only friend. He didn’t want to lose that – lose you – and he didn’t want you to be stressed, or sad, or heartbroken like you were yesterday.

“You know, uh,” He cleared his throat nervously, “He’s missing out.”

You flashed that brilliant, wonderful smile at him. It felt warmer than the sun. “Mhm. I know.”

“For the record, just because Richie will run with – uh – with it. He slapped him. He didn’t punch him.” Carmy said. You moved imperceptibly closer, and your fingertips grazed against his, not quite holding his hand but…considering it. His veins illuminated, heart skipping and running from him, as wild as a motorcycle through Manhattan. Carmy exhaled slowly, savoring the passing touch, and peering down at you with a clench in his chest that reminded him of a panic attack.

“Ah,” You shook your head, “It’s alright, I’ll give him this one.” You dropped your hand away from his and though the summer air was humid and sweltering—it felt cold in the absence of your touch. He drummed his bereft fingertips against his leg.

“Hm.” His lips twitched into a gentle smile. “Be prepared to not hear the end of it.”

You fell into a comfortable sense of semi-silence as Chicago buzzed with vibrant life around you. He thought about offering you a cigarette so you would stay. His gaze flickered up to the receiving door, considering the time left, and how he could make it stretch. Why did it always feel like he was running out of time with you? He should be focused on prep. On dinner. But he wanted to linger and bask in the light of your smile.

“I better head back.” You said, likely noticing his attention, and jumping on his train of thought.

“W-wa-“ He almost said wait. Instead, he said, “W-well yeah. Me too.”

“Thanks again.” You muttered tenderly before stepping away.

His forehead creased, “For what? You – you never said. I mean I didn’t punch your dad.”

“For…trying to help?” You shrugged a little, tucking your hands into your pockets again and looking a little self-conscious for the first time. “For not expecting me to handle it alone, I guess? I don’t know. It’s um – uh – it’s been awhile since someone…anyone, really…had my back...and it’s nice.”

You made a screwed-up face, “Annoying. But nice.”

“Nice, huh?” He ducked his head away from your gaze, “That’s an improvement from calling me fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, well, I got a soft-spot for idiots in white t-shirts.” You teased, “Someday I’ll figure out how you manage to keep that shit so pristine.”

Carmy tugged the lace of his blue apron, “Uniform.”

The sound of your laughter softened the edges of the sharp world. “Ok, smartass. I’m outta here.” You said, taking a step backward, and offered him a farewell smile to his nod before walking away. He touched the cold railing near the stairs and his chest pulled at the sight of you disappearing around the brick corner. He swallowed and pressed his lips together. He’d see you again soon.

But goodbyes shouldn’t feel this weird between friends, should they?

#the bear fic #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #fic: nothings gonna hurt you baby #carmen berzatto x reader

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mechanicalinertia · 1 year

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STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: David Lindquist's Sylia's Choice And DaritanX's Megatokyo 2045

A double-feature, this time, since I don't have enough to say about these two fairly decent fanfics to justify a single post. Neither one is bad, they're just sort of there. One is complete, the other is incomplete but may very well be rebooted some day.

Sylia's Choice: Sylia's taking a bubble bath, trying to soak her head and get rid of her Largo nightmares from OVA 6, and falls into a dream where she and the other girls are wandering Oriental D&D warriors, travelling the land and seeking vengeance against the Genom clan. There's an entire fucking expository glossary at the bottom of chapter 1, you see, which explains how all this came to pass, with Sylia as a warrior-sorceress, Priss as your usual bushi type, Linna as a martial artist, and Nene as Sylia's sorceress-apprentice (a cool concept that actually is followed up on to a degree). Quincy hires them in person to defeat Mason, who seems to have become a lich of some sort, and so the team goes off to fight undead Mason's magic. Only, this is a fic that's only 11K words, so they go to Mason's abandoned temple, he teleports everyone except Sylia to the Shadow Realm (not literally, but you know the meme), there's a you-and-I-are-the-same-Sylia moment, she beats his ass with the power of friendship, Sylia snaps back to reality, that's it. A remarkably unclimactic story with a perfectly fine setting. I sort of wish more total-genre AUs were done with BGC, but what can you do?

Megatokyo 2045: A very strange fic originally set up to be a Shadowrun crossover. By the way, did you know that Shawn Hagen wrote such a thing, called Knights Without Armor? I assume it was another 'Sabers Can Never Win' sort of story, because that's just Hagen for you, but the man went on record multiple times to insist that the BGC RPG's CP2020-based combat was borked and that Shadowrun's systems were far superior, especially since he made a full conversion of BGC into Shadowrun's systems. Anyway, that aside's over, so...

2045 is another single-chapter prelude-to-something-greater where GENOM's gone, the Sabers have disappeared / moved on with their lives... and an older Sho ends up getting captured when he and his friends attempt to raid a corporate lab of some sort. Two of the others die, and one escapes to seek out Priss for help. She gets her hardsuit from an older, mustached Mackie, attempts to raid the lab solo, and gets the shit beaten out of her by a mysterious man with no visible enhancements. Sylia rescues her and that's the end of Part 1.

Again, very little to say. An okay start, but no guarantee things would get better or worse. Certainly the idea of a grown-up Sho is kind of interesting, one I've been kicking around for a day or two in quieter moments. But the original author returned to reddit last year with plans to rewrite the fic twenty-some years on, but it's been like eight months since I heard anything from him as to what came of those ambitions, so who can say? I certainly can't. I really should reach out to him one of these days.

#stmpd reviews bgc fanfic #bubblegum crisis #fanfic rec #fanfiction

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jasonbehrs · 2 years

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🌞 syzygy 🌝

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

an arashi fanfic about being careful what you wish for

A lonely sun, a jealous moon, and a hellish Jun.

fandom: jpop, arashi characters: aiba, nino, ohno jun sho in supporting roles ship: ninoai genres: angst, humour themes: mutual pining, personification, second pov, pov switch, pre-relationship word count: 2.2k+ rating: T+

A/N (8.24.2022): @futarinokinenbi did a trope ranking thing, then I made her pick 3 of her favourite tier 1-2 tropes so I could write her a fic, and she chose mutual pining, angst, and crack because 'what would that kind of fic even look like'... Well, this. :)

Title is pronounced 'siz-eh-gee', and rating is for liberal cursing.

read it on ffnet, aff, ao3, wattpad, or below!

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You hear that for your unfailing, seemingly never ending energy, days on earth are measured in suns. Consistent, dependable, relentless.

You're happy to play the role—there is honestly nothing else you'd rather be or do other than this—but the thing about being the main source of light for several lightyears around is that you have to get used to the darkness.

It fascinates you; it always has. For all that light you exude, you still cannot brighten up everything. There are things that will remain hidden no matter how hard you try to illuminate them. Where there is light, there must always be shadows.

That must be why you're so captivated by the earth's moon.

He darts in and out of your rays like he's playing a game with you that only he knows the rules to. Somehow you do not feel like you're losing. As the earth goes around the sun, and the moon goes around the earth, you follow along the circlicue of motion like it's the most interesting dance in the cosmos.

Maybe it's because the moon is the largest non-planetary satellite in the inner system. Comets and asteroids are pretty, but they're always just passing by. The planets are cool and all, but they literally revolve around you.

Maybe it's because the moon cannot simply exist; he has other preoccupations. He has his own role for the earth that he plays as tirelessly as you do yours. Is it so out of this world to think that makes the two of you kindred spirits? Do the people of earth see the two of you as a set the way you do?

You'll never know.

What you do know is that there's nothing else you can do with the eons of energy stored inside you but let it all out. You do not have to shine the brightest, but you do have to keep on shining… And if the moon can feel your earnest light too, then it's even more worth it.

~~~

You hear that for your many faces, worn in rotation and whimsical without whim, months on earth are measured in moons. Cyclic, dynamic, radiant.

Damn straight.

You're the motherfucking moon. You don't just control the tides, you demand poetry, you inspire dreams. You're constantly switching it up, and you delight at every turn. You give the earthlings a reason to look up at the sky even when the darkness of space takes over. The other planets may be bigger or more colourful, but they don't do shit for the earth the way you do.

You love being the moon—there is honestly nothing else you'd rather be or do other than this—but the thing about being a planet's only satellite is the fact that you're a fraud, and you can never forget it.

You are described with delicate beauty, but you know that there is nothing inherently beautiful about you. Whatever side of yourself you show the earth does not matter because it does not look at you for yourself, it looks at you for what you reflect.

The odes, the pining, the hope in the darkness; they are not testaments to your pockmarked skin but to the remnants of a sun that do not not let the earthlings be lonely even when he must leave them. What would they call beautiful if they could not even see you?

If the best part about you is that you're an acceptable replacement for someone else, that you're getting credit for something that someone else does, is it any wonder that you're seriously bitter?

So yeah, fuck the sun.

You can't catch a break with that guy around. You feel his light on some part of you for every single whatever-counts-as-a-measurement-of-time in your immortal existence. The few times you manage to pass through the earth's own shadow, you're darkened to the red hues of anger you truly feel; but even this is a byproduct of the sun's work. Because of course it is. Your existence is so directly tied to that burning hunk of gas' it's like the Asteroid Belt itself was linking you together.

(Sometimes, you resent the earth, too. They could stand to appreciate you more, yes, but they also force you into their orbit. Entire civilisations would fall to ruin even if you managed to break free. That's a pressure of responsibility no celestial body should ever feel, atmosphere be damned.)

So you're angry, bitter, (kind of jealous, if you're being honest with yourself)—but at least you're pretty, right?

~~~

Eclipses technically don't take place all that often, but things like frequency matter less when lifespans are measured in millenia. In any case, eclipses sneak up on them with a rhythm that the two of them have grown used to. The sun thinks that's what makes it special, knowing that they have to wait but never for too long. (The moon thinks he could stand to continue waiting.)

When the next eclipse lines up, the sun lets out a little solar flare of delight. Hello, Moon!!!

The moon remains silent, playing every part of a rotating rock in the vacuum of space.

The solar winds swirl with energy, eagerness writ clear across his surface. So many things have happened since we last saw each other! I currently have two (2) black spots; can you see them? And a few lightyears away from Jupiter there was a meteor shower, sooo pretty—but, ah, too far away for you to see, I think… Meteor showers are overrated, anyway, and they make me kinda sad, too. All those poor asteroids, burning up into practically nothing, and all I can say about them is that they were pretty as they withered away.

If the moon were capable of conveying interest on his stony facade, he would. For the first time in a long time, the sun has said something that actually inspires him to continue a conversation. When he reflects the sun's light, he sends a message back. What do you mean, 'they're pretty as they wither away'?

The sun is so overjoyed to hear from the moon that the halo of his corona fluctuates with excitement, subject matter notwithstanding. Oh! Like, meteors don't really make their own light, you know? A moving meteor glows because it passes through a planet's atmosphere so quickly that the friction literally burns the rock. The meteor leaves the planet's atmosphere smaller than it was when it entered. That'll keep on happening until the meteor disintegrates into nothing or collides with something else.

It is only because the sun was radiating so brightly before that the moon notices him dim. It makes me glad you're here, Moon, he says. You don't need to zip past the planets and lose yourself in the process for a temporary shine. I can just keep giving you my light! The solar prominences are back. Sirius knows I have enough to spare!

The moon has never thought about it like that before. Is the sun's light actually a gift instead of a tease, a burden, a stolen glory?

The moon has always been difficult for the sun to read, and nothing about that changes now. He never ends up saying anything back, leaving the sun to wonder if maybe he said too much. (What's new?) In any case… Aw, it looks like it's time for you to go. I'll see you at the next eclipse. Right, Moon?

The sun always asks even though he must know the moon physically has no choice but to be there. It used to be annoying before, but now he's thinking he can't wait. See you, Sun, the moon responds just as his orbit pulls him out of alignment.

With communication lost between them, the moon can only be amused as the sun's light sharply dims in surprise before slowly increasing in happy luminescence. Far be it for him to pass such judgment, but the sun looks kind of pretty like that.

~~~

"Aiba? Nino? Get up; we're almost ready to start."

The two of them blink into awareness at Ohno's gentle but insistent call, unsurprised to find him dressed like an astronaut.

Despite their bulky costumes, Aiba and Nino had managed to slump against each other for a nap on a green room couch while waiting for Waku Waku Gakkou dress rehearsals to start. They're doing an astronomy skit primarily centered on the earth, but other prominent celestial bodies would make an appearance—all portrayed with the typical Arashi charm.

Jun walks by in his unflattering-but-somehow-it-works inflatable Earth costume just as Sho finishes a sit-up. "Aiba Sun, Nino Moon, Sho Rising. We're on stage in 15," he directs with a finger pointed accordingly before following a staff member out of the room.

Ohno helps Sho coordinate his limbs into the proper places of his generic, round, red outfit (he's Mars), and they walk out together.

Aiba and Nino are still on the couch, reeling from the very weird dreams they had while napping. Nino chances a glance over at Aiba, his already tan skin glowing even more from the shimmery gold face paint the make-up team applied on him to match his character.

It was an easy assignment at the time—who else of Arashi would be fit to play the sun than their resident sunshine incarnation himself?—but something about seeing Aiba like this makes him uncomfortable in a way it didn't before he had fallen asleep.

By the way Aiba is looking at his face, similarly sparkly from the silver face paint, Nino surmises Aiba is feeling much the same way.

One of the stylists pops their head into the room. "Aiba-san, Ninomiya-san. Is there something wrong with your make-up?" they ask out of concern from how intensely the two of them are still looking at each other.

Their comment startles the two members out of their reveries. "I think we should change roles!" they shout at once as they scramble off the couch.

"Eh?!" The stylist has no choice but to watch the two of them frantically struggle out of their costumes, desperate to pass the huge, puffy fabric suits off to each other.

"Yeah, I think it's a great idea! It'll surprise the audience, wouldn't it?"

"Besides, my member colour is yellow! Aiba can't believably play the sun."

Aiba rescues himself first then aims to help Nino out of his own costume, but many hands make heavy work. The zipper gets stuck.

"You idiot! Are we sure your brain isn't the thing that disintegrated into nothing? Get me out of this!"

Aiba stills at Nino's word choice. He was on his way to convincing himself that it wasn't possible, but Nino just confirmed it. They've shared a lot of things before, but a dream as immersive as this one is a first.

Nino realises his mistake and stops struggling with the costume just as Jun storms back into the room.

The tableau is this: Nino's moon is mostly zipped and stuck up above his head. His face is peeking out one of the arm holes while both of his arms are extending straight out of the neck hole. Aiba's arms are awkwardly bent in an effort to gain leverage on the zipper. The costume-matched morph suits they're wearing leave nothing to interpretation. The stylist is heaving from the exertion of finding someone capable of stopping the madness. Jun is so visibly furious it's like he's trying to represent global warming using only his skin tone.

"I would ask what the fuck is going on here, but frankly I don't care. Aiba, get back in costume. Nino, if you're on stage in the next 5 minutes, then I won't leave you stuck in that thing even after rehearsals are over. And for god's sake, would it kill you to eat a vegetable?"

There is no response from the disaster duo, so Jun rolls his eyes. "Five minutes!" he reminds as he stalks out of the green room.

Nino sneers at Jun's retreating form as he resettles himself into the moon costume. "If I were the real moon and he were the real earth, I'd eject myself out of orbit and let him drown in his own oceans." He leaves without another word.

It's much easier to get back into a costume with a calm demeanour than it is to get out of one while panicking, so Aiba catches up to Nino easily. He wants to say a clever thing he would do to Jun's Earth if he were the real sun, but it's too hard to think of one. Instead he asks, "Where would you go?"

"Jupiter so I could get more stupider. It's tiring being the smartest person in every room I walk into."

Aiba hums. "Jupiter is pretty far away, even from the sun."

Nino stops walking, and Aiba follows suit. His make-up is smeared, the hallway they're in is poorly lit, and the triangular rays on his costume are bent, but Aiba still seems to glow.

Or maybe it's just the smile Aiba gives him, seeming to read something in Nino's posture that he didn't say out loud. "Well, I'm glad you're here, Moon."

Aiba grabs his hand and leads them to walk again towards the stage. Nino looks down at the joined hands and wonders if he heard the last syllable correctly.

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A/N (8.24.2022): The final line refers to the fact that the words for moon and liking someone romantically are pronounced the same in Japanese. Also, I was so obsessed with the realisation that the kanji for days and months were the same as the kanji for sun and moon. This parallel is seen in English as well, so I shouldn't have been surprised, but !!!

With this, it should be the end of my Arashi as inanimate objects fixation, haha! Actually, I am legitimately quite proud of this one. I haven't seen anyone have this take on the moon before, where it's a pompous and angry figure. (If you know of one - fanfic or poem or short story - drop it in the comments! I'd love to read it.)

#arashi #arashi fanfiction #aiba masaki #ninomiya kazunari #ninoai #aimiya #jpop #jaso*#futarinokinenbi

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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The Brownies

Alpha!Todoroki x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Bakugo

Summery: PSA, giving Alpha’s any type of viagra, NOT a good idea

Disclaimer: don’t do drugs😀

This fic is part of @s-zu Double Trouble Collab

Omegaverse Key

Warnings⚠️: 18+, rough sex, unintentional drug use, sorta dub-con but not really, CNC

Shout out to @s-zu for helping me out when it was 2am and I was stupid :’)

Quirk- You can touch people and making them do something with one word. And you can feel what they feel shout out to mantis

Poly Masterlist - Todoroki Masterlist - Bakugo Masterlist

You sit laughing at a movie. You and Denki decided to have a movie night, well, movie day. Your alphas weren't really in favor of letting you stay up watching movies with Denki instead of being in bed cuddling with them, so he came over early, and you spent the afternoon watching movies while Bakugo was in his office working. They also didn't like you being home with another alpha alone, so anytime you guys hung out, it had to be in public or at your house with either Bakugo or Todoroki home.

Denki turns to you on the couch, "I meant to tell you, I got these pills super good if you want to get high for a while." Denki says, pulling out a bottle and handing it to you. "Oh, cool. You giving me the whole thing?" You ask. "Yeah. It's strong. Good for omegas and betas, but alphas can't take it." He says. "It messes with our mind, and we go all types of nuts, keep those away from Todoroki and Bakugo," he adds. You nod and put them off to the side.

After the movie ends, Denki suggests that you guys bake the pills into brownies. You do, making a big batch. "I'll save these for tomorrow when we hang with Mina. Get a bowl, and I'll pack them all." You say. Once you both pack them in a container, leaving them on top of the fridge, you start to clean up the kitchen. Right as you finish, you hear the front door open, signaling Todoroki arriving back home. He walks into the kitchen, giving you a kiss before opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. He stands behind you, placing his arm around your waist, saying, "Goodnight, Kaminari." You roll your eyes, leaning up, giving Denki a goodbye hug, feeling a slight restrain from Shoto's arm around you, trying to hold you in place.

After he leaves, you turn around, kissing Shoto before excusing yourself to the bedroom. Unknowing to you, Shoto went looking for a snack, seeing the brownies on the fridge and taking them, opening the lid, and eating a few. He closes it, leaving it on the counter before joining you in the bedroom. You hop in bed, turning on the tv and waiting for your alphas to come. First, Todoroki came in, stripping off his hero suit, leaving himself in his boxers and getting in bed, laying his head on your stomach. After a few minutes, Bakugo came in, taking off his shirt, leaving his sweats on, and sitting in bed next to you.

A few minutes later, you and Bakugo were sitting up watching tv. You laid with your head on Bakugo's shoulder and Todoroki still laying on your stomach. You started getting sleepy, but out of nowhere, you smelt Shoto's scent change, your noise and face scrunching up at the scent. "Sho, you ok?" You ask. "Feel weird." He groans. "Your rut isn't for a while, right? Are you sick?" You ask, bringing your hand up and running it through his hair. He groans something under his breath, tightening his grip on you and pulling you down, laying his head on your chest.

Bakugo reaches over, turning the tv off. He slides down, laying next to you, but when he goes to lay his head against your shoulder, Shoto growls at him. "Oi, what's your problem, icyhot?" Bakugo spits out. "Shoto. What has gotten into you? What's wrong?" You ask, surprised. He doesn't answer, his scent only getting an even more rotten smell, showing his discomfort. "Hm. He's sick." You say, glancing up at Bakugo, who is holding himself upon his elbow looking at you both. You wiggle a little and pull at Shoto, moving him so that his head is tucked in your neck, letting him smell your scent, the sweeter scent your body was releasing, trying to calm your alpha. You bring your hand up, running your fingers through his hair gently and purring. His scent changes, turning to something move mellow, still in distress, but not as bad. Bakugo lays down again, laying against you, this time without any problem. In no time, you're all asleep.

You wake to the sound of shuffling in the room. You open your eyes, them taking a second to adjust to the dark, but seeing that it's Bakugo. "Katsuki. What're you doing?" You ask, voice thick with sleep. He turns around, "Sorry, got a call, and they need me to go downtown. I'll be back soon." He whispers, leaning down and kissing your forehead before slipping out of the room. While on his way out, he stops in the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. He sees the container of brownies on the counter, opening it and eating a few before walking out of the house.

You tilt your head, looking at the sleeping alpha attached to your side. Todoroki's scent was more at ease, but he still showed signs of being in distress. You gently run your hand around his hair, knowing that calms him. You pull the blankets up closer around you both, wanting to keep him warm and comfortable. You figure all the hero work got the best of him, and that's why he's sick, why he was acting so off. After a few minutes, you start drifting to sleep again.

You wake to the feeling of a sensation on your sensitive scent gland. You stir, whining, knowing it's Shoto and trying to push him away. You had already told him and Bakugo that if they woke up and wanted to touch you, they could, but now isn't the time. You know Shoto isn't feeling well and needs to sleep. "Sho, stop. Get some rest." You groan without opening your eyes, trying to shake him off you. You feel him pull away, and you relax into the bed again.

Suddenly, you feel sharp teeth penetrating your neck. You jolt awake, a surprised yell coming from you, your eyes wide and tears peeking out of the corners. Any time either of your alphas re-bit into your mating mark, they'd warn you, and they'd ease into it, first light then getting harder, not wanting to hurt you too badly.

But now, just now, Shoto bit down full force, no warning, no nothing. "S-Shoto. W-why- AH." You scream in pain again when he digs his teeth in harder. Tears are now streaming down your cheeks, loud whimpers leaving your mouth as you try to push him away. The blood from the teeth marks spills into Todoroki's mouth. He grabs your arms, pinning them to the bed, his nails digging into your soft flesh. Your breathing quickens, chest rising and falling at a fast pace as tears stream out of your eyes from the intense pain. Your alpha was purposely hurting you, and he didn't care.

You fight back, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he's too strong. "Todoroki. Todoroki, let me go." You say frantically. You feel his mouth finally detaching from your skin, letting you sigh in relief as you try to calm yourself again. His scent has a weird smell to it. Like when he's high, but there's a thick layer of distress masking it all, and it's so overpowering. "Omega," he coos, "why don't you relax for alpha." He says, letting one of your arms go and reaching down in between you, ripping away your underwear, and then reaching into his boxers. Your panic level spikes again. Was he really about to try to push into you? "Todoroki. Todorki, what are you doing?" you ask. He doesn’t answer, only sticking his tongue out and running it across your neck before putting his tip right at your entrance. Your eyes go wide, the sudden stretch of him trying to force his way inside.

Your heart rate increases and your free hand quickly flys up to his head. "Sleep!" You say, feeling his whole body go lax on top of you. You never liked to use your quirk on your alphas too much, only doing it when it was necessary, and this was definitely necessary. You push him off of you, quickly scrambling to the other side of the bed, trying to catch your breath, and keep yourself calm, so your quirk doesn't wear off. You reach over, clicking on the light and looking back at Todoroki. He's sprawled out on his back, your blood still around his mouth and chin. Your eyes fall on his cock. It's hard, painfully hard, you can tell. It seems like it grew the slightest amount, and you can visibly see it twitch and throb. He was definitely in pain.

You weren’t sure if his rut started early or if he really was very sick and not in the best thinking, but either way, you had to do something about it. Your shoulder is in pain, throbbing pain, and it hurts to move your arm. You reach your other hand over, grab your phone, and quickly dial Katsuki’s number. “Katsuki,” you whimper. “What’s wrong?” Bakugo asks. Hearing you whimper made his alpha instincts go on high alert, ignoring the way he felt. The slight pain pinging in his abdomen and the way his head felt light like he was on cloud 9.

“Katsuki. C-come home. It’s Sho, something’s wrong.” You say, moving further away from him to the floor and sitting against the wall, tears still streaming out of your eyes. You hear him yell something and then blasts, the sound of him blasting away, in a hurry to get back. “Are you both ok? What happened?” he asks. “I-I don't know. I had to put him to sleep,” you sniffle. The line goes dead, and in seconds he burst through the door, rushing to the bedroom. He looks around the room, spotting you on the floor and kneeling next to you. "Why did that bastard bite you so deeply?" Katsuki frowns, looking at your shoulder. You whimper, leaning your body into his touch.

Katsuki wraps his arms around you, picking you up to take you to the bathroom and take care of the still bleeding bite mark. It was taking everything in him not to rip Todoroki apart, but he knew you were using your quirk to keep him asleep, and you needed to focus, especially in this time of being in so much pain. He sat down in the bathroom, on top of the toilet with you still in his arms, leaning your head on his neck, letting you smell the calming pheromones he released while he gently whipped the blood off your shoulder, also putting a bandage over it.

He stares into your shoulder, keeping his focus, ignoring the pain in his stomach that seems to keep growing and getting more intense. You shift your head, smelling the sign of distress in his scent. "Katsu, you ok?" you ask. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He asks, his voice a little lower and concentrated. "Explain what happened." He says, finishing and putting his arm around you again, cradling you against him. "W-well, you left. And I went to sleep again. H-he seemed ok, but his scent was still off. T-then I woke up and felt him moving around. I told him to go back to sleep, and that's when he bit me without warning. He was acting weird and then t-tried to push his cock in, no prep. That's when I used my quirk." You whimper, your voice still shaky.

Katsuki cooed and purred in your ear, rubbing your back and rocking slightly. "We'll find out what happened. It's still early. Release your quirk and try to get some sleep. I'll close the door, and hopefully, he'll stay put." Bakugo says. You nod, and he stands, walking out of the bathroom to the living room and laying you down on the couch. He puts a blanket over you, rubbing your head and kissing your forehead. "I'll get you some water," he says. He walks to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water, seeing the brownies and taking those also. He felt like he was going to collapse, his mind felt stuffy, and the pain in his stomach was spreading, but he ignored it. He needed to take care of you. To make sure you were ok.

"I got you water and these brownies. You should eat some and then go to sleep." He says, setting the water on the side and holding the brownies in front of you. "No, no. Put those back on the fridge," you say. "Huh? Why? They weren't on the fridge. They were on the counter," Bakugo says. Your eyes shift up to him. "What? No. I left them on the counter." You say, sitting up and making sure he heard you. "They were on the counter when I found them. What's the big deal?" Bakugo shrugs. "Oh, no. No, no. That must be what's wrong. Shoto must've found them. Denki gave them to me earlier. Alpha's aren't supposed to have them. He said to keep it away from you guys. That's why I put it on the fridge. I didn't think either of you would bother them." You say, sitting up, looking worried.

Bakugo's heart stopped. He looked at you, seeing what Todoroki did to you apparently because of the same brownies that he also ate. "Y/n, I-I ate them too," he says. Your face falls to an even deeper frown. You stand and look at him. "What? Are you ok? How do you feel?" You ask, eyes wide with worry. "Weird. I- I'm- I wanted to make sure you were ok, but I don't think I'll be able to hold off much longer," he stutters. "Ok. Ok, I'll, um, I don't know. I don't know what to do. You can- I'm ok. Go back to the room. I'll figure it out." You say, your hands shaking with nervousness. There was no way you'd be able to protect yourself against the alphas unless you used your quirk.

You look up at Katsuki. He's staring down at you, frozen in place. "Put me to sleep." He says quietly under his breath. "What?" You ask, not hearing him clearly. "You have to put me to sleep. I only have the slightest bit of control left." He says, his voice hollow and raspy. You nod, walking with him to the bedroom and watching him lay down. You put your hand on his cheek, slowly rubbing it, giving him a sad look, and leaning down, putting your foreheads against each other and whispering, "Sleep."

His body goes lax, and his eyes close. You stand, looking at the sleeping alpha's on the bed, wondering what you were going to do. You sit back on the couch, wrapping yourself in the blanket and picking up your phone, dialing Denki's number. "Y/n? What's up?" He asks, his voice showing his confusion and tiredness. "Bakugo and Todoroki ate the brownies. I'm keeping them asleep with my quirk, but you were right. They're in pretty bad shape. Is there anything I can do?" you ask. "Oh, man. They didn't hurt you, did they?" He asks the tiredness from his voice disappearing. "I'm fine, Denki. What do I do?" you ask again. "Oh, jeez, uh. Yeah, wait it out, I guess. Keep them asleep with your quirk, and the aggression will wear off," he says. "Ok. I'll have to stay awake to use my quirk, but yeah, ok," you say, nodding. "Also, it'll wear off eventually, but the pain will stay. You'll have to have sex with them to make it stop," he adds. "Oh, ok. Thanks." You say, hanging up.

You get up from the couch, moving to the room with your nest. You sit, curling up in the more familiar scents of your alpha's. You have to stay awake to continue to use your quirk and keep them asleep until it wears off. You sigh, pulling out your phone again to pass the time. Hours later, you're delirious. You can barely keep your eyes open. You look at the time, and it's 7:45 am. You call into Bakugo and Todoroki's agencies, telling them they wouldn't be coming in today. After that, you get up, still wrapped in the blanket, shuffling to the bedroom.

You push the door open, seeing the alpha's in the same state you left them. You take a breath, hoping it wore off, knowing they won't give you a chance to put them asleep again if it hasn't. Finally, you deactivate your quirk, taking a few steps back when they both stir. Both their faces scrunch up, and both their scents have an intoxicating mixture of arousal and distress. Bakugo's hand closed around the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as he groans. Todoroki lets out heavy pants, opening his eyes wide, catching your scent, and looking over at you. Both of their cocks were harder than they've ever been before, pressed against the fabric of their pants.

Both their scents lost the edge, but the distress was still there. It was intoxicating, making you pull the blanket tighter around you, feeling your body already wanting to comfort them. You can see when they both catch your scent, their heads whipping over to you. “Omega, come over here, please,” Todoroki pants. Your body automatically moves, standing in front of the bed, waiting for further instructions. Todoroki quickly sits up, moving to the end of the bed and grabbing you, pulling you down and flipping you so you’re on your back and he’s immediately on top of you.

He rips away the blanket and dives in for a sloppy, animalistic kiss. But then, he hesitates, pulling away from the kiss and tucking his head in your neck, wanting your scent to make the pain go away. “Hurts so bad. I don’t know why it hurts so bad. Never hurts this bad,” Todoroki whines. “I know. I know, I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to eat those brownies.” You say, feeling terrible. You glance over at Katsuki, and he’s already palming his cock, biting down hard on his lip. All over his face is written with pain and desperation. “I’ve been using my quirk, so I’m tired, but you can do what you need, both of you. I don’t want you guys in so much pain.” You say, rubbing one hand on the back of Todoroki’s neck and the other on Bakugo’s hand.

Todoroki doesn't move. He stays frozen on top of you as if he's calculating his next move. Bakugo, on the other hand, you don't have to tell him twice. He pushes the other alpha off of you, looking into your eyes before diving between your legs, ripping away your shorts and underwear, diving into your cunt, immediately sticking his tongue in for a taste. You gasp, feeling him flick and swirl his tongue, licking as if it was his last meal on earth. You knew what Katsuki was doing. He wanted to be inside you, but he still remembers what Shoto did, and he didn't want to do the same and hurt you, so he's trying to do what he can to prep you, even though he's in throbbing pain.

He wraps his big hands around your waist, using his strength to keep you still. You feel the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening, making you moan, threading your hands through his hair. You tilt your head, trying to see what Shoto is doing. You look next to you, seeing he had propped himself against the headboard, pulling his cock out, and was moving his hand quick on it, watching Katsuki eat you out, trying to get some relief, but the expression on his face letting you know he wasn't getting any. You lose focus on Shoto when Katsuki's tongue reaches a different spot, making your eyes cross, and a sudden moan erupts from your throat. Katsuki growls into your now wet cunt. It's different from the way he usually growls. It's more intense, intimidating, almost like he's trying to tell you to hurry up and cum.

Katsuki starts moving his tongue faster, pistoling it in and out of you, hitting a spot that makes you arch your back, moaning loudly. The coil finally snaps, your orgasm exploding through you. You gasp, slightly twitching before your body goes lax in the bed. Your eyes go heavy, using your quirk for so long to keep the strong alphas asleep, and now the intensity of your orgasm, taking its toll, making you increasingly tired. Katsuki pulls back, taking a breath. He moves your body, moving so you're vertical on the bed, and your head is hanging off the side. Katsuki sits back, his hands flying to his pants, fumbling to take them off.

He gets them off and settles between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and grabbing his cock, ready to push in you when Shoto finally speaks, "Why do you get her pussy? What if I wanted it?" Shoto asks, possessiveness in his voice. He had moved from the bed, standing next to your head, hands at his boxers, pulling them down. Bakugo's gaze shifts up, glaring at him through fierce eyes. "You gave her the scar, so you get her throat, and I get her tight pussy. Learn some restraint half n' half," Bakugo spits. You wanted to say something to Bakugo, to tell him to behave, that he didn't do it on purpose, but you were far too tired, so you just laid there, opening your mouth, waiting for him. Todoroki hadn't noticed the bandage over where your mating mark was until now, but he didn't have time to ask about it before the sharp pain and throbbing of his cock pulled his attention again. He only huffed and took his spot in front of your mouth.

Both alphas had their cock in their hands, making quick eye contact before pushing inside you at the same time, both letting out a loud, shaky moan of relief. They both still, Katsuki buried in your pussy and Shoto in your throat, his balls resting against your nose. You close your eyes, just waiting for them to move. Katsuki moves first, bucking his hips into you, causing you to jerk up on the bed, pushing slightly on Shoto's cock, your throat flexing, causing him to grunt. Just being inside you is taking away almost all the pain, replacing it with intense pleasure that's making both their minds go blank. Katsuki pulls his hips back, almost whimpering from the loss, and thrusts them forward, moaning through clenched teeth.

He moves his hands from their spots on either side of you, grabbing your waist and thrusting a few more times, setting a fast, bruising pace. Shoto follows, and they work to sink in rhythm. You aren't getting much time to breathe between Shoto's thrust, but it doesn't really matter. You can tell neither of them will last long enough for you to need air. Shoto looked down at you, watching the bulge in your throat as his cock moved in and out. He wrapped his hand around your throat, feeling it moving under his hand, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Bakugo suddenly groans, hunching over you as his cock paints your insides white. It twitches and pours out his cum. He feels the most relief he ever has. He doesn't knot you, but he keeps rolling his hips, working you to your orgasm.

You moan around Shoto when it finally cuts through you. Shoto grips your throat, thrusting faster before his cock finally bursts, his cum flowing directly down your throat. Both alphas take a moment, panting, their minds finally unclouded. Shoto pulls his cock from your mouth, sitting down on the bed, putting your head carefully in his hands as you cough, getting a tissue, and whipping any cum that falls from your mouth. Once your coughing fit's over, Shoto moved you, so you were laid on the bed while Katsuki cleaned up.

You let the boys get you under the blankets, too tired to try to do anything. Shoto cuddles you to his chest while Katsuki lays against your back, an arm stretched over you and Shoto. Shoto looks at your tired body, looking at the bandage. "Did I really do that?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. "S'k, Sho." You mumble, your eyes fluttering close. He looks at Katsuki, who gives him a slightly sad look. Shoto's heart drops, and he cuddles you tighter, "I'm sorry. I don't remember anything after I came and laid with you." Shoto says, nuzzling your head. You're already partly unconscious, so you don't respond, but Katsuki does, saying, "You weren't in control. Just go to sleep, and we'll talk about it in the morning. Wasn’t your fault."

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nocturnalazura · 3 years

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A Sudden Need

Todoroki x Fem Reader 18+ Minor Do Not Interact. (Unedited)

wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Fingering, cream pie, Breeding kink

Anon requested : Can I request a fic or something of Todoroki where he has a breeding kink, or Shower sex/Car sex with reader?

It’s been a long stressful day and right now nothing seems better than standing in a hot shower. Stepping into the steaming shower you let out a small groan as hot water pours over your sore body. Steam fills the room as you reach for your favorite shampoo to finally wash the day off of you. Massaging at your scalp softly you hum happily at the feeling and scent surrounding you. Turning to face the warm stream you work on rinsing out the suds. While you work on carefully rinsing your hair you’re unaware of the shower door slowly sliding open and someone stepping in behind you. Fear shoots through your body as soft large hands rest on your hips. Your muscles automatically tense at the feeling of a body slowly pressing against you.

“Relax love, it's just me.” Comes Shoto’s low calm voice. “Is it ok if I join you?”

“Shoto.” You sigh in relief relaxing back into his hold. “Seems like you’ve already joined me so might as well stay.”

You hear him let out a small huff of laughter as he lets his arms slide around your waist pulling you fully into his chest. Shifting the two of you forward he allows water to pour over the both of you. It’s times like this that make you thankful for his incessant need for an overly fancy rain shower head. The large shower head easily drenched the two of you in a peaceful shower.

The pressure and feel of Shoto against you releases all the tension in your body. You lay back against his chest allowing him to hold up the majority of your weight. Unwrapping himself from you to reach over and grasp your favorite body wash Squeezing out a small dollop he lathers it between his hands before working over your body. Large soapy hands glide delicately over you, officially washing your stressful day away. Strong fingers gently dig into your muscles as he moves across your body, sinking into your hips and arms as he goes.

You sigh happily as he palms your breasts, the pads of his fingers trace little circles around your quickly hardening nipples. Your head falls back against his shoulder, allowing the water to pour across your face as Shoto languidly tuggs and twists at your nipples. Pressing back into him you feel him rest against your lower back, hot and hard.

“Y/n? Can I have you?” Murmurs Shoto.

“Mm of course Shoto. I’m all yours.” You sigh, wrapping an arm around his neck to tangle a hand in his hair. One of his hands immediately drops between your legs cupping your cunt and pressing his middle finger between your folds.

“Good girl, already ready for me.”

“You expect me to not be ready when you’ve been feeling me up and I can feel this press up against me.” You giggle softly, reaching your free hand behind you to grasp him.

“Shit, don’t love. Let me take care of you.”

Nodding you let go of him and let your arm join the other one around his neck. Once you’ve settled, Shoto sinks two fingers into your slick entrance. The hand on your chest holds you tight against him as you lurch forward at the sudden stretch. You tug at his hair with one hand while the other hand's nails bite into the skin of his neck as you attempt to adjust to the sudden stretch of thick fingers. Grabbing your face Shoto forces you to turn your head allowing him to press his lips to yours effectively silencing the helpless whines you let out. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as he carefully thrusts and scissors his finger inside of you.

“I’ve been carving the shape of my cock into you for years but you’re still so tight, love. You have to relax for me.” Whispers Shoto. You let out a pathetic moan as he works his hand against you faster, clearly eager for you to give him the go ahead. You can feel the eager twitch of his cock from where it’s pressed against your lower back.

“Shoto ‘m ready, please” you mewl into his neck.

“Good girl, turn around for me.” He whispers as he pulls his hands away from you.

Shoto carefully guides you to turn around before reaching up to change the angle of the shower head to face closer to the shower wall. Hands grip your waist turning the two of you quickly, you let out a shocked squeal when he pushes you backwards into the cold tile. Shoto quickly leans down, sealing his lips against yours as he grips your thighs, easily lifting you. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hands quickly grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His hips easily slot between yours allowing his hardened cock to slide effortlessly between your slick folds. The tip nudges at your sensitive clit as he ruts against you.

“You’re mine right love?” Grunts Shoto as he shifts to press himself into you. He leans against you pressing you firmly against the cool tile of the shower wall as your grip on his shoulders tightens as he sheathes himself within you, forcing all the air from your lungs as he bottoms out in one go. “I can take and give you whatever I want right?”

“YO-ours! Oh god yes ‘m yours Shoto. Whatever you want.”

You struggle to regain your breath as Shoto immediately builds a quick pace giving you no time to adjust. Forcing your eyes to focus you finally take a good look at him, his pupils blown impossibly wide, his mouth falls open as he pants heavily before pushing his head into the crook of your neck to mouth at the wet skin. His teeth sink into the soft skin of your neck while his fingers dig into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. The warm water falls over the two of you helping to create a loud wet slap of skin that easily covers up Shoto murmuring soft words into your neck.

“Sho, c-can’t hear you.” You struggle to get out. Adjusting his stance and grip on you he shoves you up the wall a little pulling his head away from your neck.

“Gotta fill you up.” He pants out, eyes hooded and hazy as he rests his forehead against yours. “Want to, to fucking see you full.”

You manage to let out a half conscious hum as the heat from the shower fills the room forcing you into a minor fog.

“Wanna see you full, round ‘n cute.”

He gives no chance to reply before he starts pistoning his hips into yours again. The new angle has the blunt tip of his cock pressing into that little spot inside of you with every thrust. His lips slam into yours, pressing the tip of his tongue into your slightly open mouth coaxing it open further. Letting his tongue press into yours you allow him to pant and groan against you. It’s different, he’s louder than usual today like he needs this, like he’s been craving this moment.

“Please love, wanna make you really mine.” His voice comes out strangled and forced as he continues to split you open with his cock. “Want you to make me a daddy.”

Shifting his hips again he snaps his hips into your faster. You whine loudly every time his tip hits against your cervix eyes going unfocused as pleasure courses through your body. Frantic thrusts mix with a slow grind allowing your clit to catch and press against him edging you closer and closer to your end.

“Wanna watch you swell so beautiful and round with my baby, everyone will know that you’re mine. Need everyone to know that you’re mine, that I’m the one that put it there.” He mutters again, giving you an almost pleading look as his hip barrel into yours. “Please love, can I?”

You’re briefly stunned by his all to honest confession. Looking up at him you take in his disheveled form, the water pouring over him plasters his hair to his face covering a portion of his eyes. Wrapping one around his shoulders a little tighter you let the other hand carefully push his hair out of his face. Admiring the soft blush the dusts itself across his checks, you can’t help the little smile that crosses your face as he lets his head lean ever so slightly into your palm.

“Please love, need to fill you.”Shoto almost whimpers.

All you can do is nod as his hips grind against yours again, stealing your breath away once more. Shoto’s eyes widen at your agreement, he lets out a low grunt before leaning into you and kissing you as he works to get you both to your ends. You moan helplessly into his mouth as he grabs onto you harder, doing his best to force his cock as far into you as possible. Your head tilts back smacking into the hard tile wall as you moan long and loud.

“C’mon, I can feel it love fuck please cum for me.”

“Shoto, oh god!” You scream out as you finally crash over the edge, walls flutter around him. The quiet whine in Shoto’s voice easily helps to pull you over.

“That’s it, good girl, ‘m gonna fill you up so nice love. Gonna make sure you’re nice and full, carrying my baby.” Grunts Shoto, burying his face in your neck again. “So good, can’t wait to watch you waddle around.”

His hips begin to lose their rhythm as he nears his end. You feel his muscles tense and begin to shake as his hips slam into yours with a final hard thrust. Shoto lets out a ragged moan as he grinds up into you letting a heavy flood of cum fill you. His hips push up into you giving shallow thrusts as does his best to fuck more of his cum into your welcoming cunt. When he finally stops moving he shifts away from the wall slightly, turning with you still in his arms he lets himself slide down the wall with you now seated in his lap. He rests his head against the tile still panting slightly as you lay against him. Neither one of you makes a movement to leave the warm stream of water that beats down on you.

“Shoto, the water’s starting to get cold.” You whisper while sitting up to look at him. Peeking an eye open at you he nods before easing you off his lap and reaching up to turn the water off. “Come on, we gotta get out.”

He stands up, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist before grabbing a second one and helping you up to wrap it around you.

“Are you alright?” He asks timidly.

“I’m fine. Just hungry and wet. Can we dry off and order dinner?”

“Of course love anything for you.” He smiles down at you ushering you out of the fogged up bathroom.

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myheroacademiashorts · 3 years

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KISSING AND PINCHING SHOTO’S CHEEKS!! PLEASE!! HE’S A BABY WHO DESERVES LOVE!!

Hey, guys! I'm alive. I know it's been a hot minute... I lost touch with myself for a while. But I'm feeling a lot better so I'm back! I plan to play catch-up with the requests that have been sent to me previously before I reopen my customs. Any and all feedback is appreciated, as always, and... I missed you guys. Glad to be back :)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 1,035

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It had been a long day.

Well, for you it had been, at least. You can’t speak for everyone. So by the time the end of the school day arrives, you’re relieved. Now, you could hide in your bedroom for the rest of the day, do your homework as quickly as possible, and then just relax. Maybe read a book or watch a nice movie. At the thought of the latter, you sighed. There was that one movie you were looking at, about a moving castle and the magician who lived in it… Shoto had promised to watch it with you. He actually seemed excited to watch it.

By the time you get to your dorm and finish your homework, the sun is just about to slip past the horizon and shadow Japan in darkness. You had sent your calm boyfriend a text earlier about the movie, and he had responded with a quick “OK” as you had set the time for the night to begin. When 6:30 rolls around, a knock resounds on your bedroom door; barely audible, but you’re lucky that you’re expecting Shoto to come by. Right on time, as always. You swing the door open, already changed into comfortable clothing and freshly washed.

You can never get used to the way Shoto looks in such comfortable clothing, though. Grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt completes his ensemble this evening, hands kept tucked into his pockets and his heterochromia eyes focus on you. A soft smile graces his lips.

“Good evening, snowflake.”

You smile. You love that nickname. “Come on in, Sho.”

Your boyfriend does just that, floating past you and taking the spot on your bed that he had become familiar with over the last handful of months. “We’re watching Howl’s Moving Castle, correct? I have heard that it is very good.” His deep voice rumbles, and you quickly climb into bed and cuddle into his side. Your TV is already on, the movie queued on the screen and just waiting for someone to press play. You hum as a reply to Shoto, grabbing the remote and starting the movie before relaxing into him further.

Part way through the film, as the two of you watch Sophie and Howl move closer and closer together, you turn your attention away from the TV and instead to Shoto. His gaze is locked on the characters, eyes wide and his teal eye brightened by the screen. He’s enchanted by the movie, and you’re enchanted by him. So much that you can’t help but just…

You take the fat of his cheek, pinching it between your thumb and index finger gently. His skin is soft and warm, but you can’t tell if the heat is from his quirk or the deep blush blooming across his pale cheeks. “My love? What are you doing?” His eyes move to you, giving you the full image of his red face. Even after months of dating, it still was a wonder to you on how Shoto got so embarrassed by the smallest actions.

With his face now angled towards you, you take his other cheek in your second hand, now squeezing them both with the concentration level of a surgeon. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t blink; for a moment, you think he’s stopped breathing. But he hasn’t. Thank goodness.

The hands move from squeezing his cheeks to cupping them, and suddenly you’re pulling yourself up from the spot on your bed to instead plant your lips on his. They’re warm, as always, and your eyelids flutter shut as you kiss him softly before pulling away. Now his face is really on fire, and you can feel him heating up further under your palms. Just for good measure, you go back in for a second one, lingering a bit longer before pulling away and looking up at him. You grin. “Hi, there.”

A deep chuckle resounds from his chest. “Hello, snowflake. Are you enjoying yourself?” Despite his vibrant blush, he’s smiling. You go back to squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.

“Lots of fun, actually. You?”

“Hmm. I am enjoying my time with you. As always.”

He goes silent, ignoring the movie completely and allowing you to play with his cheeks. His patience doesn’t surprise you, and you happily continue to annoy him. “Hey, Shoto?” You ask, still focused on your task. He hums in response, and you continue. “I adore you. You know that, right?”

Just as his blush was beginning to cool down, your words flare it up once more and you suppress a giggle from escaping. “Of course, my love. And I adore you.” He moves forward, and you drop your hands from his face. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, then another, and soon he’s peppering your face with them. You laugh, and this pushes him to pursue you further, pushing you further into your mountain of pillows as he continues to blanket your face with the imprint of his lips. After a few minutes, you’re breathless from laughing and Shoto hovers above you, a growing smile on his lips. One of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other helping to support his body weight above your own. And while a part of you feels terrible for missing the movie, another part wants to continue showering Shoto Todoroki in love. “I love you, Y/N.” Shoto states, and you lift your head up to give him a quick pec.

“And I love you. Always.”

Shoto smiles, and finally you and Shoto situate yourselves better to return your attention to the film. However, as you cuddle closer to him, you notice the credits rolling. You laugh. “So much for the movie, huh?” You joke. Shoto only smiles wider, grabbing your remote and starting the movie from the very beginning again. “I do not mind. Let’s watch it again. And possibly one more time after, if you become distracted once more.” He was teasing you - a skill he had gotten much better at - and you flush.

And you won’t lie; you and him did get distracted with one another during the second rewatch. But could you blame yourself? Look at him… Isn’t he lovely?

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Okay... I still have no idea how to end fics. But hope you enjoyed! Feedback is appreciated :)

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miserablecreachur · 2 years

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Short AEW fic: conversation with Yuta and Darby. Anything goes just go where your heart takes you :D

oh gosh this is why I love prompts - I'd never think of this on my own but MAN what a GREAT idea!! Yoots and Darbs - I hope you enjoy this!!

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"Nice belt."

Yuta was still reeling from his short interaction with Regal earlier, thinking about how the older man had touched his title before going along his way. Like he was just supposed to not think about that? It was a familiar voice that pulled him out of thinking about that, and he'd find Darby leaning against the wall across from the tables he sat on, hands half-shoved in his pockets.

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Thanks." There was a wariness in his voice - plenty of compliments came with warnings that it would belong to someone else soon, and Yuta's guard was up.

"I mean it, man. You worked for that. It's cool to see it here."

This reminded Yuta that Darby had held the TNT Title before, and some of the air came out of his chest, causing his shoulders to deflate slightly. "Yeah. Thanks. I hope I do it justice... Like you did when you were TNT Champ. It was cool that you did an open challenge... And uh, you... You held it with dignity, you know?"

A short laugh barked out of the other man, Darby raising a hand to press the side of his hand to his mouth that didn't quite hide his grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." A quick glance down the hallway told him there was no one to overhear. "I mean. Not to shit on anyone. But I liked your reign."

"Thanks." Darby's hand had dropped to his belt, and from this angle Yuta could see his nail polish was chipped as he hooked a thumb into a belt loop. "I'm not just saying shit, either. You know? I don't think Khan has it in the cards for me to work in ROH right now."

"Yeah. Right."

"So I think you'll have a cool reign too. If you join the Blackpool Combat Club... That'll be cool too."

"Yeah. It's... It's uh, looking that way. Thanks." Don't think about it. But he couldn't not think about it, think about laying the belt at Regal's feet and hearing him call him Sunshine again-

"I just... I wanted to say something. From one guy coming up to another, you know?"

"Oh. Yeah." Yuta thought he could argue that Darby had come up much higher than he had, but he felt like he would be missing the point if he did. So instead he nodded, trying to affix his face into an expression that showed he was listening.

"Just... Uh. A lot of guys are gonna look at that belt. Older guys." Darby's head was tilted down, his expression something that Yuta couldn't quite read... Even as he looked back up at him once more. "And they're gonna... Teach you a lot. Or want to, at least. Which is cool. But. I think... I think you already know who you want to be. Or like, that's what it looks like in the ring anyway. So let them. Let them teach you but don't let them change you."

At first Yuta prickled; he wasn't some dumb kid who was gonna be star-struck into putting on a stupid costume.

Darby must have read his expression loud and clear, because the other man would shake his head and roll his shoulders. "It's not like that. It's just when... When there's a name in the ring with you that's bigger than you, sometimes you feel like you gotta follow their act. You gotta play supporting role. Guess you know that already, with Orange Cassidy. But... It can get... Complicated. So I just wanted to say I like what you do, you know? And so do other people. And you don't have to give up the dream of hearing people chant for you, too. Even if you're working with them."

Understanding was starting to worm it's way past the barrier that he'd thrown up immediately, and he would hang his own head for a moment before nodding his head. "Yeah. Okay. I see what you mean. Thanks, Darby."

"Yeah." Darby pushed off the wall, and Yuta would extend his hand to him as the other man half-turned to leave. Darby took it, and they did a quick handshake-squeeze. "But if TK is into it, don't think I wouldn't take a shot at that belt. It's seriously nice."

Picking up on the teasing tone in Darby's voice, Yuta would grin. "Come and try and take it, man. Any time."

He was left with his thoughts, and the sound of Darby chuckling as he walked back down the hall.

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#short aew fic #kayfabe rpf #aew #darby allin #wheeler yuta #my writing #I looooooved this prompt I had to tackle it immediately #I love all the love for Yuta in my askbox too ;o;#he's been a favourite of mine for a while #anyway I hope you enjoy this syb!!!!!#enjoy an awkward man awkwardly trying to tell another man that he gets where he is

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sokka-simp · 3 years

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Christmas Headcanons

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki S. x reader

A/N: so I’m randomly making this because I think my blog needs some Christmas Headcanons and I myself love Bakugo so he’s a given but I know there are some Deku and Todoroki fans that may like my fics somewhere so I added them on for ✨v a r i e t y✨

Fluff

Bakugo

Bakugo was never one that was super big on Christmas, like don’t get me wrong, he didn’t dislike Christmas he just didn’t really care

The only thing he liked about it was getting presents and bragging about them to his friends

He only ever got presents from his parents and Deku because he never EVER bought people gifts

That was until he went to UA and he met you and the rest of the Bakusquad

Who all LOVE Christmas

His first year there he still refused to buy any of them Christmas gifts but no ho ho the others didn’t think the same

You got him an All Might figure

Kiri got him new gloves cause he kept burning through his

Mina got him a mini Christmas tree, which he acted particularly upset about because ‘I don’t even give a fuck about Christmas Pinky!’ He liked it though which was obvious to everyone else

Denki got him a bra for his ‘bakutitties’, Sero had to tape him to the wall to make sure Denki wasn’t gruesomely murdered

Sero got him a cool black and orange hoodie Bakugo was taped to the wall again just for fun and as an extra gift from Sero

He felt bad, so he went and got everyone something for New Years ‘since it’s a tradition in his family. Tch.’ and not because he didn’t get them anything for Christmas

After that first year, he liked Christmas a lot more

You watch Die Hard multiple times every year because Bakugo thinks it’s the only “Christmas” movie worth watching

You agree but force him to watch other movies too

He only does it so you guys can cuddle, he denies that though

“You pulled me into your side before the intro was finished and you’re gonna say you don’t like cuddles?” “No I didn’t dumbass, shut the fuck up! ....and play another one.” “YOU DONT EVEN LIKE CHRSITMAS MOVIES! YOU JUST LIKE CUDDLES! ADMIT IT.” “NO I FUCKING DONT, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN ON THE GRINCH OR SOME SHIT!” “YOU ARE THE GRINCH! Wait don’t leave 🥺” “tch. Come here.”

You guys cuddle a lot in general because you’re both touch starved, but Christmas time makes it more normal so you guys cuddle a lot more

Like a lot

Not in public though, bakubaby isn’t a fan of PDA except hand holding ‘cause it’s cold’

But if you’re alone or in the 1-A building you guys cuddle all the time. You’re in the common room on a couch, boom cuddling. You’re doing homework together, boom sitting in his lap. You’re watching a movie in his bed, boom spooning.

He makes you special homemade hot chocolate

And regular chocolate

And literally anything you want

You buy him special spicy chocolate cause you can’t cook for shit, or at least not good enough for Bakugo

You tried once and burned chocolate at 3 in the morning, setting off the fire alarm, and causing everyone to have to evacuate. He made fun of you for a good month or 2 after that. He honestly still does

You buy and force him to wear ugly Christmas sweaters every year

You buy some for the bakusquad too

You have epic snow battles, like, I almost broke your nose and had a flu half of break after spending hours in freezing weather snow battles

You’re both competitive though, so you both end up either never winning or having the same amount of wins and it pisses you both off sooooooo much

You both spend days looking for the perfect gift for each other after getting together

Like you have a straight up list for everytime he even slightly hints at liking something because he sure as hell won’t tell you what he wants

You got him new mountain climbing equipment, an All Might poster, and a shirt that said ‘I’m stupid’ so you could wear the ‘im with stupid’ one

You spend Christmas Eve at one of your houses and Christmas Day at the other

You’re parents buy you and Bakugo matching Pajamas for Christmas Day, whether it’s at your house or his

When he opens your gift he’s vibing until the shirt. He glares at you so hard, that if you didn’t know he was whipped for you, you probably would have pissed yourself.

You laughed instead which caused a long string of curses

After opening gifts you guys spend the day cuddling and having snowball fights then going out with the Bakusquad for Christmas desserts

Deku

Deku looooooooves Christmas

He’s one of those people who claim to like buying people gifts more than getting gifts

Like he buys gifts for everyone in the class. And the teachers. And principal Nezu. And all his favorite pro-heros. And his mom. And that random homeless dude on the street. And his favorite food place’s employees. And just everyone.

He goes broke every year

He’s a liar though, he loves opening gifts. Sometimes he feels bad, but if it has something to do with All Might, he’ll let himself forget the price

The first year at UA, you suggested secret Santa for the Dekusquad and everyone loved it, especially Deku

Deku got Uraraka

Uraraka got You

You got Todoroki

Todoroki got Iida

Iida got Tsuyu

and Tsuyu got Deku

Deku, Iida and you went alllllll out

Urakaka tried to get something good but she didn’t have a lot to spend

~Baby’s broke 👊🏼😔

Todoroki didn’t really care and just asked Deku what Iida would want

Tsuyu got Deku the first All Might thing she saw above 10 dollars

You and Deku mega bonded while being stressed over gifts and started having gift shopping dates hangouts

You went out on your first date together a few days after Christmas, when Deku realized he couldn’t keep using Christmas shopping as an excuse to hang out

The next year, during Christmas, you did everything together

Decorate your dorms, decorate the common room, go gift shopping, ambush Iida with snowballs, cuddle, watch Christmas movies and so on

You and Deku 100% recreate Hallmark Christmas movies with the Dekusquad. They all vibe, except Todoroki because he thinks it is so stupid

Deku’s mom knits everyone from the Dekusquad ugly Christmas sweaters with their initials on it every year

Your family invites Deku and his mom over to have Christmas dinner with them

You buy him the most limited edition All Might stuff you can find

You stay up all night just so you can order it as soon as you can, you will literally camp outside of stores in snow so you can get it for him

He does the same for your interest though so it’s worth it

And it’s especially worth it when you get to see his eyes light up when he sees what you got him

You both open presents separately with your family in the morning, but you meet up a few hours before dinner to exchange your gifts to each other and get hot chocolate from your favorite cafe

Bonus story: One time you and Deku decided to go to a cat cafe on a whim and saw Aizawa sensei laying on his back in the middle of the cafe with cats all over him. You all stared at each other until you and Deku slowly backed out of the cafe. You 3 never brought it up. But you and Deku laughed about the 32 customer of the month pictures of Aizawa that were on the wall.

Deku has straight up cried opening your gifts before

You love him so much 🥺💕😩

And when you open your gift and get the goofy smile full of love on your face, Deku can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy on Earth.

It’s just both your favorite time of the year

Todoroki

Todoroki never celebrated Christmas with his family unless it was for plublicity or something

His mom would buy him and his siblings all small gifts but she didn’t have much freedom to go and get anything big or really wanted by the kids

They all appreciated it nonetheless

So when the Dekusquad forced asked him to join the secret santa, he didn’t know what to do at all

So he went to you and to get you to help him find a perfect gift for his secret santa person, which was Uraraka

You agreed to help, being the amazing significant other that you are

You were no help, at all. You could not stop laughing when he pulled up dumb gifts

And when you found out what you were going to get him for Christmas you teased him and gave him hints every 5 minutes just to annoy him

So he ended up going to Deku and Iida because one was serious all the time and the other was so obsessed with Christmas, he changed his comforter to be All Might in a Christmas hat

They helped a lot more

He still enjoyed hanging out with you though

You and todoroki have weekly ‘Make fun of Hallmark Movies’ nights each week, starting at the beginning of December obviously and going until January.

You stay up til like 4 in the morning cuddling and having fights about who’s the most annoying character

You always buy Todoroki candy canes because ‘look sho, they look just like you, and they’re sweet like you too’

Cue the mass amount of blushing everytime you say anything remotely nice to him ever

For Christmas you got him a few things but the best is an Endeavor dart board. You saw it and got it with no hesitation.

Your gift for him consists of his dart board, mini candy canes, a soba place gift card, and a coupon book, hand-made, full of coupons that just say ‘cuddle with Y/N’

One of his gifts for you is an ‘I hate endeavor shirt’ because if he’s the president of the ‘I Hate Endeavor’ club, you’re Vice President.

The amount of times Todoroki has had to stop you from attacking his dad on sight is higher than the amount of people All Might has saved

But the other gifts really depend on what you like, because baby doesn’t wanna disappoint you, not after he has been disappointed every Christmas until you

Todoroki 100% always comes over for Christmas. Your parents would drag Todoroki from his house if they had too

He comes over Christmas Eve and spends the night, then stays for everything. Opening gifts, stockings, Christmas dinner, etc.

He even has his own stocking with his name embroidered on it

When he opened your gift the evil smile he had on his face made you know it was perfect

And the soba place card made him just as happy, he’s so lucky to have you

He loves the giddy face you have as you open the shirt first and put it right on over your pajamas

Wow he loves you

Wow you love him

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limit-list · 4 years

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CONCEPT!! okay okay look but i wanna see a modern day zukka fic where zuko is a tattoo artist!! his uncle is a renowned tattoo artist, owns a parlor called the Jasmine Dragon, and zuko works for him there. his designs are absolutely killer, he studies a bunch of different styles (that i do not know the names of because i know nothing of tattoos and i’m too excited to do research), like the cool samoan ones and cartoon styles and he’s really good at photo realism, but his favorite is to just treat tattooing as any other art form and use his personal style.

zuko’s a growing name in the industry, and his uncle’s competitor shop is the Flying Bison (cause why not). the Flying Bison is just a couple streets over, and in it you can find aang (tattoo artist), katara (piercing person), suki (works the desk and manages everything for the owner, kyoshi), sokka (hangs out to bother katara when he isn’t in class at the law school), and toph (likes to hang out and make recommendations until people realize she’s blind and get really awkward. she works at the flower shop next door because we like tropes and flowers and tattoos just go together, okay??)

one day, suki is complaining about losing another customer to the Jasmine Dragon and katara is agreeing, and sokka is like “ehh they can’t be that great, the owner is some old guy!! i bet if i went and got a tattoo i could cause a big ol stink about it being awful and lose them some customers” and katara is like great idea you go do that and when it sucks aang can fix it!

sokka, who was joking in the first place, somehow ends up walking into the Jasmine Dragon and stopping just inside the door cause w o w that boy is hot. what the fuck why is he hiding in here when he should be a walking poster boy, those tattoos are nice.

(zuko has the burn on his face, long shaggy hair that he ties up in a bun when he’s working, a tattooed dragon that curls around his neck, a sleeve on his left arm that’s got some flames, some symbols, another dragon curled around his wrist, and on his right forearm he’s got a white lotus pai sho tile with writing around it)

(not relevant at the moment, but sokka has the moon between his shoulder blades, a boomerang on the side of his left wrist, the pattern from his mom’s betrothal necklace on his left shoulder, katara’s handwriting that says “hey loser” going up his right side, aang’s air symbol on his right shoulder, and appa on his lower back)

zuko catches sokka staring and blushes, obviously checking him out, before asking him if he needs any help. sokka’s like “yeah actually i’m here kinda as a representative of the Flying Bison, ya know, your rival. i’ve come to get a tattoo so that we can know that we’re better than you, but now that i’m here i’m kinda seeing that nothing could ever be better than you, oh fuck i just said that out loud”

...needless to say they’re both blushing now. that is, until zuko’s like “wait? you what?? what kind of guy wants to get a tattoo just to prove that you’re better than someone else???”

sokka’s like “uhhh actually i was joking when i suggested it but then my sister said i should do it and i can’t legally deny her anything so... here i am” and then they just kinda stand there in awkward silence. for a long while. somewhere between a minute and a century.

then zuko just kinda clears his throat and is like “so um where do you want it? what do you want?”

and sokka is like “???? i JUST told you i’m here to make you make me look bad and you’re just fine with it?”

and zuko just quirks his eyebrow and smirks and scoffs a bit and is like “i couldn’t make you look bad if i wanted to. and i wouldn’t let you make me look bad.”

which, the first part is CLEARLY flirting except the second part is so condescending and sokka has never been more attracted to someone since yue tattooed the moon on his back. sokka has never been known for his exceptional decision making skills. which might be why he decides to say “so about that tattoo. does me being attracted to you create a conflict of interest?”

and zuko blushes but the smirk turns into a grin and he goes “not unless you have an issue with me being interested in you too.” and sokka cannot believe he is LIVING THIS LIFE!!!!

they hammer out the details, set up an appointment for the next day. sokka goes home and refuses to tell katara anything except he’ll be getting a new tattoo tomorrow. zuko goes home and rants to his uncle about the boy from the Flying Bison that he definitely flirted the crap out of, is that a conflict and can i please tattoo this boy even tho he’s from our competitor shop? (iroh says yes of course, though he plans to send ty lee to check out the Flying Bison in retribution)

(unseen future: ty lee and suki start dating. iroh finds this hilarious)

sokka comes in the next day for his tattoo, asks zuko to do something like his dragons cause he thinks those look cool, but gives him free reign to do whatever else he wants. it takes forever, but when they’re done sokka has officially developed an actual crush on zuko beyond just his appearance. they’ve talked about their moms, hakoda and iroh, katara and the rest of the gaang, zuko’s development as a tattoo artist, and they’ve developed a comfortable silence as music plays lowly in the backround.

when sokka looks at the tattoo for the first time, he’s absolutely speechless. zuko’s added in koi fish around the moon, in a yin yang pattern, and between the moon and appa, he’s put the sun with a dragon curled around it, head resting on its tail at the bottom.

zuko’s watching him anxiously, terrified that he’ll hate it even though he’s tried to match the style that the moon was done in as much as possible. already he’s sputtering stuff like “it’s kind of too late if you don’t like it, you did tell me i could do whatever, did i overstep with the koi fish, oh my gosh here i’ll go get your money back—“ and sokka cuts him off by turning to look at him with affection just evident on his face and wtf who gave him permission to be that cute—

and then sokka is asking “hey, can i like kiss you or is that too much for the health guidelines?” and sokka’s honestly surprised that he could even ask that much, he loves these tattoos and if he doesn’t get to kiss this amazing boy soon—

and zuko is in shock apparently, but he snaps out of it with “okay let me get you wrapped up, oh god that sounds so bad, let me treat your tattoo and ring everything up and say all the precautionary health stuff that you already know so i can take my break and then we’ll see” and that’s what they do!!!

when zuko’s break is up, iroh exits into the back alley to find sokka has pushed zuko up against the wall and they’re making out, didn’t even notice iroh coming outside. of course, iroh is an embarrassing uncle and goes “ah zuko, i assume this is the competition?”

to which zuko draws back and thumps his head into sokka’s shoulder, not letting sokka back up more than an inch. “uncle go away i’m busy” “ah yes, i can see that. is this a new method of exchanging trade secrets?” “uncle.”

sokkas chuckling breathlessly as iroh hums and goes back inside. “trade secrets huh?”

(katara is infuriated that sokka loves his new tattoo, especially since it clearly shows that zuko’s an amazing tattoo artist. aang wants to meet him and learn from him like NOW, suki wants to recruit him, and toph thinks they’re dating. she isn’t wrong, but sokka bribes her to shut up so katara doesn’t find out)

#ellie writes #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #avatar the last airbender fanfic #zukka #zukka fanfic #concept #zuko #sokka #zuko and sokka #ik this isnt great but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i enjoy it #tattoo artist zuko!!#is it obvious that i dont do relationships in real life hahaha #i cant write flirting at all its a mess #oh well #enjoy hopefully!!#atla fanfic idea

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neuronary · 4 years

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i might have to write the azula and aang sailing trip bonding fic actually because i honestly have so many thoughts about them and their friendship.

like tell me that avatar ‘it’s important for me to learn waterbending but not as important as riding a giant sea snake’ aang would not be the perfect person to hang out with princess ‘i have never played any games in my life ever’ azula.

they absolutely would play pai sho together and it would take hours and hours because azula’s strategy is very aggressive and aang’s is very evasive so they’d end up running in circles for a full day until one of them adapted to the other’s strategy for like ten seconds. and people complain about them wasting the time but aang insists it’s ‘reparations’ and it’s so important that they ‘restore balance’ through ‘friendly competition’. (they just really want to play pai sho because they’re literally children.)

aang is just being his rebellious self and it stresses azula the fuck out because she doesn’t know how to not follow rules for more then seven seconds. he’ll be like ‘oh hey azula we were just gonna go [insert mostly harmless but very illegal activity here] wanna come?’ and azula’s like ‘???? no??????’

he finds out that she and zuko have never danced and while, yes, he can pretty much just dump zuko on any other member of the gaang to have fun azula’s especially prickly about this. so he spends like three days needling her about it until she’s finally like ‘if i let you teach me one dance will u shut the fuck up and let me study’ and aang’s like ‘ya of course’ but even then she’s hesitant and he’s trying to get her to loosen up and dance not fight azula it’s suposed to be fun. azula can’t stand being bad at something so she goes on a whole rant about how dancing is stupid and pointless and a waste of her time and storms off and zuko’s like ‘give her a few hours if you value your eyebrows’.

so like the next day after some extensive research in the palace archives (aided by sokka because aang has adhd and he can’t look for just one thing without getting distracted by eight other things) aang comes back with a bunch of really old firebending scrolls from before the militarization of the fire nation. he shows them to azula like ‘look this is the in between step for you. you’re really good at firebending, plus if we did these ones it would look So Cool with your blue flames. pleeeaaaassseee?’

(it is in fact easier once azula has some solid instructions and diagrams. and yes aang it does in fact look very cool with her blue flames.)

as an aside, it takes azula literally years to stop calling aang ‘avatar’ and just call him ‘aang’. it starts off because she has no idea what his name actually is (she caves and asks mai after about three weeks of trying to figure it out) then it’s about respect because he’s the avatar and she’s not exactly happy about it but if they’re working with the avatar she’s not going to be impolite about it. so aang’s just like ‘you can call me aang. really. aang is fine. please call me aang.’ and azula looks at him like he’s just shot her pet bird because of course she can’t call you aang, avatar, that would be r u d e.

a lot of their friendship is based around adaptation and finding ‘in between steps’ because they’re polar opposites.

like aang is super tactile and physically affectionate All The Damn Time and zuko adapted to that pretty quickly because he’s also tactile as hell he’s just repressed, azula Cannot Fucking Cope. like aang will grab hold of her arm because he’s super excited to show her something and she will completely freeze up and snatch it away and he’s like ‘oh i’m sorry are you okay’ and she’s fine but don’t fucking touch her. (they’re working on it.) (aang’s new method is to yell ‘flameo’ really loud as a warning.) (azula nearly resorted to begging him to say anything else.) (zuko broke first so she didn’t have to.)

i’ve said before how azula is super into history and has a ton of it memorized, so, after the war is really nearly done and all of the important stuff has been dealt with, aang has the time to find out the extent of what happened to his people. a lot of people (katara and zuko, mainly) have their doubts on how good of an idea this is, but he just really needs to know for certain. so he goes to azula, because she’s the only one who won’t soften the blow. they sit in one of the courtyards and meditate together and then he asks. and she just tells him, in simple terms, what happened, and when, and - to the best of her knowledge - why. she doesn’t try to dress it up or justify it and when she gets to the end of it all she does her best to apologize. it’s halting and awkward because she’s azula and she has almost no social skills and then she panics internally while aang starts crying. cue the most awkward hug-turned-shoulder-pat in history.

aang really appreciates it, and the fact that she knows the actual dates is helpful, because now he can link up a timeline and Hey Why Is There Still This Decree About Hunting Down Airbenders In Effect.

well that’s because sozin was paranoid and committing a genocide isn’t that simple, logistically speaking, and since the air nomads were, well, nomads it was even more complicated. long story short azulon pretty much defunded the units that were out looking for them but there was a ‘kill-on-sight’ order out after that that no one ever got rid of.

aang isn’t getting his hopes up, he really isn’t, but why not publicly repeal the law and maybe he can announce that he’ll be at the southern air temple for the next big holiday and that there will be no one but him if any air nomads in hiding - or anyone who knows anything - want to come forward.

no one comes, and katara and sokka and zuko and even toph are there to comfort him as he grieves again.

azula’s the one who tells him to try again. and again. and again.

until it’s less about hoping he’s not the last one and more about remembering all the others. he starts going through the temples, finds all sorts of hidden artefacts - small things that weren’t burned away all those years ago - and gets to rebuild, bit by bit, his heritage. after a while, the air acolytes join him and celebrations are had in remembrance of the lost nation.

azula and zuko never come. no one from the fire nation does, not for years. and the first time they do, when they’re all in their thirties and bumi and kya and tenzin are all running around with the other kids, a sandbender shows up. an old one, older than iroh, maybe even older than bumi, and he takes off his layered hood to reveal faded blue tattoos.

aang insists it’s because all the four nations were finally at peace in one place. azula thinks it’s all a big coincidence. they bicker about this constantly.

this got long so i’m gonna leave it but i have so many more ideas about this.

#atla #aang #azula #aang and azula #headcanons #i guess

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years

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Silken Binds

You know what? Screw it, I’m going to try writing smut for the first time for my birthday. I’ve had something festering in my mind for a while that I've wanted to try getting down. Has swearing as well. NSFW and has bondage, slight voyeurism?, threesome, unprotected sex, and I'm pretty sure of some horrendous cheesiness. Tried my best to keep the reader gender neutral.

Almost a 4k word fic, tf was I doing?

Erasermic x reader

There was a rather odd-looking box at our door one morning. I had my cup of coffee with me and went to get the mail. Hizashi and Shouta have already left for work. The box was bought under Hizashi’s name, so it’s definitely his. Just what has that mischievous man bought this time?

It was rather heavy so I ended up putting down my coffee and bringing it in. I’m not one for snooping, so I ended up putting it on the table in the kitchen. Hizashi can take care of it when he gets back home.

Sitting next to the box and sipping my coffee, I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be. It’s Hizashi though, it could be next to anything. I decided not to dwell on it much and wonder what to do with my day of not working. I’m surprisingly feeling like going out in the public today. The cat cafe is a no-go without Shouta though. He got surprisingly upset last time I went without him and Hizashi. I shiver at remembering the unnecessary lecture. Hmm, there’s the bakery. I haven’t had a good snack from there in a while. Shopping? Ugh, that’s a little too much. Staying home and cleaning? The house doesn’t need it. The forest not too far away? Most likely not safe as well with all the attacks recently. Is anywhere technically safe around here? Not really.

I eventually decided to hang out with a few friends that were free for the day. Two out of the three of them brought their boyfriends. It twinges my heart a little bit at them being together. Of course, I love the ones I’m with, but they’re often busy so we don’t get to be together much. These guys get that time a lot more from not being heroes. I knew this would happen and try to not let it get to me. My other friend who had absolutely no interest in being in a relationship picked up on my mood. She slings her arm over my shoulders. “Hey! What should we do guys? If you guys don’t stop I’ll make ya all dance with my lasers and dance on your graves when I hit ya!”

That got them to stop. Everyone knows she’s not afraid to use her laser quirk that can cut through steel to harm others if they piss her off. One of them seems to be in thought for a minute. “How about the mall? We haven’t been there in a surprising amount of time!” I thought I wasn’t going shopping today! The others agree without question, except for my friend with her arm still slung around my shoulders. She hates shopping just as much as I do. She groans in annoyance, but we’re outnumbered four to two.

Arriving at the mall, it didn’t take long for the day to quickly tick by. Going into the candy store was fun, except buying way too much candy. That’s expected though, and my friend bought twice as much as I did. She has such a sweet tooth it should be illegal. The more we went around, the more I couldn’t get the thought of two specific me out of my head. Like a cool blue leather jacket that Hizashi would rock with no problem, or a tank top with an animated cat holding a steaming coffee cup with a frown on its face Shouta would wear with no objections. The cat was even fluffy and black. Fuck, I really should have figured out their clothing sizes.

The two girls look at me suddenly. “Hey Y/N, when are you getting a boyfriend? Don’t say you're not interested. You wouldn’t shut up about dreaming about having one before.” That made me really nervous. I’ve never told about my relationship. It can be rather… hated by many for a poly relationship.

“Uh…” I kinda already do. They’re just busy often." The girl that was much closer to my height grabbed my shoulders and started aggressively shaking me. "HOW COULD YOU KEEP THAT FROM US!? WHO IS IT!? DO WE-"

My laser friend smacks her hand over their mouth. "Geez, chill, would ya? Maybe they've got a good reason."

"Have the two of you had sex?" Suddenly pipes up the other female. I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "A few times… they've been busy like I've said lately."

The other girl grabbed my wrist. "We HAVE to get you ready for a sexy surprise for him next time! C'mon!" My eyes widen greatly in fear. Hizashi's teasing is already nearly constant. I'd never hear the end of it if I tried what I think they're going to make me do.

My laser friend knew what they were doing. She quickly grabs my other wrist and manages to get me free from the other. She fakes a yawn. "Oh, man, would you look at the time! We should get going!"

"Aw, alright. Be sure to tell us the juicy details! Next time!" The shorter girl yells to me as my laser friend and I quickly left. She let out a sigh of relief when we get a far ways away from the mall. It was already getting dark.

“Thanks for that. I’d never hear the end of it.”

She nods. “No problem. Can I hang at your place for a bit? Kinda want to catch up more.”

“Of course!” They wouldn’t be home for a while, so a little company wouldn’t hurt. It didn’t take long to get to my- uh… our home. Still have to get used to saying that, living with them and all.

She and I sat in the living room. She looks around as she’s never been to the new place I live. She eventually turns back to look at me. “I know this isn’t my place, but could I ask who you’re dating? I’m really curious why you’d keep it a secret.”

I debated whether or not to tell her. Eventually, I relented and decided to tell her. “This is awkward, but uh… Do you know the heroes Present Mic and Eraserhead?” Her widened eyes show she understood quickly. “No way... No fucking way!” She gently punches my shoulder. “No wonder why you haven’t told anyone!”

“Yeah, the target that would be put on my back wouldn’t be pretty either.” Her movement abruptly stops. “I didn’t think of that. Well, it’s safe with me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, or I wouldn’t have told you.”

And speak of the devil, a certain blond sauntered in. I was surprised. He’s home early. “Hey Songbi- oh, hey! Ya brought company! He quickly plops onto the other side of the couch to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. My friend grew her signature “grossed out” face at us, which made me roll my eyes.

“What are you doing home so early? Don’t you have a radio show tonight?”

He grew a giant smile on his face. “Nope! Sho also got off of work tonight. We decided we haven’t been around much, and want to change that tonight.”

He looks over at my friend who has grown a giant smirk on her face. “You don’t have to tell me twice, dear friend. I just wish you told me your “other” is my closest friend!”

What? They know each other? Hizashi laughs boisterously. “Ha! Well now ya know, just keep it between the group of us, yeah? We don’t need to worry about our dear other more than we already do.”

“Like I told Y/N, can do,” She stands up. “Hope you have fun with that gift my friend and I worked so hard on.” Hizashi’s smile grew bigger. “We sure will!” My friend quickly leaves after.

I looked at Hizashi questioningly. “What did she mean by that?”

Hizashi grew a very concerning wide smile. "Oh, just something we're testin' on dear Sho tonight. We already talked about it earlier. He's willing to try it."

"Why does that sound concerning? Don't you think I should be informed of this too?"

Hizashi laughs. "I kinda expected ya to open the box by now to figure it out," he beckoned to come towards our bedroom. "C'mon, take a look for yourself!"

I entered to see black silk rope strewn around the bed. It was rather long, and definitely quite sturdy looking. It clicked in my mind of what he meant. I look at Hizashi incredulously. "There's no way you got him to agree to what I think you did."

That damn smirk proved otherwise. There was a sudden heavy sigh behind me. "He did."

I turn to see Shouta. He looks like he's had a really rough day. Worry went through me. With how extra exhausted he seems tonight, maybe we should wait for a different night.

I go up and hug him. He gives one in return. "Maybe we should do this a different night. You need more rest." I informed him as Hizashi came up and gave Shouta a bear hug. He pretended to hate it, but he obviously enjoyed it by slightly relaxing in his embrace.

"... I can handle it. Just let me shower first." Was his only reply as he trudged to the bathroom. It didn't take long for the shower to be turned on.

Hizashi grabs another smaller silk rope from the mess of it on the bed. Most likely a blindfold. I'm not going to lie, a bit of excitement courses through me at the thought of not being the one bound this time.

Of course Hizashi goes through the extra time to get rope for this. Then again, Shouta could most likely easily break through the ropes they use on me. They're thinner and lighter than these.

"Songbird! Be a dear and grab the lube from the dresser near ya would ya?" He asked as he started to unbutton his red button up t-shirt. I grab it from the dresser and toss it on the bed, going back to staring at the hot man in front of me giving off a delectable show. Every button coming undone revealing just a bit more of his chest. He stops at the final button that still needs to be undone and looks at me.

"Well, ya sure seem interested. I must be doing a good job for your attention, huh?" He winks as he slowly undoes the last button and strips off the shirt.

I eye his whole torso with absolutely no embarrassment. "How can I not? You sure know how to captivate an audience~"

"Why, thank you! I try my best! But with you, I don't think I even have to try."

I playfully glare at him. "Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Other than your love for me is more than enough? Maybe. Just kidding!" He quickly hugs me. "That's not near enough! I could never have enough of your attention!"

I roll my eyes at his cheesiness. "Alright, alright. Now let me get undressed." He let go. "Gonna give me a show in return, Songbird?"

"Pfft, please. As if I could ever come even close to putting on such a show."

"Aw, ya don't even have to try! You've always got my attention when your hot self walks into any room with me!”

“You can be so fucking cheesy.” I reply and take off my top clothes. “You know you love it.”

“Mhm, sure.” He eyes my body as we also take off our pants. He eyes me and lets out a whistle. “Damn Songbird, ya sure you ain’t a model?” My face heats up at his compliment.

“Good thing they’re not. I’d rather not share them with the world.” Piped up Shouta from behind me. He was done with his shower already? He only has a towel wrapped around his waist. Hizashi and I share a smirk in appreciation of Shouta’s body. He leans close to me. “Go behind, I’m going to bind him.” I nodded while Shouta raised a brow. Hizashi grabs Shouta’s hand and drags him to sit on the bed.

Shouta ends up sitting in the center of the bed with the rope piled to his left side. I quickly take my place behind him while Hizashi sits in front. He takes off the towel and grabs the rope, quickly starting to bind Shouta.

“Damn Hizashi, when did you learn to bind so well?” I joke. In the process of tying Shouta, he gives me two smaller ropes and winks. “From the best around, who else?”

“Would you two quit it?”

I soothingly rub his sides, feeling the difference of the silk and his skin. The rope being just tight enough to not do any harm, but can still hold him still. “C’mon babe, let me enjoy this a little. Please? It’s not often I’m not the one bound.” I reply to him. His only reply was a grunt of annoyed disapproval, making Hizashi chuckle.

He wraps the silk around the back of Shouta’s neck, finalizing it by tying it somewhere in the front. I guess now it’s my turn. I wrap the slightly longer one around Shouta’s wrists. Arousal and excitement quickly pooling in the bottom of my stomach for what is to come. I reach over him to show the blindfold. My chest was pushed against his back to have it farther from his face for the go-ahead to do so.

It also gave me the view of Shouta’s legs being kept wider apart by the rope being tied at the ends of the bed and his quickly growing erection. “What are ya waitin’ for, Songbird?”

“... You can put it on,” Shouta says, ignoring Hizashi temporarily. “At least someone makes sure it’s okay first.” He finishes slightly condescendingly. I tie it around his eyes, trying my best to make sure it wouldn’t come loose, but it’s not tight enough to cause problems. Hizashi rolls his eyes. “Whatever ya say, Sho. It’s easy to tell you’re enjoying it.” Shouta replies with silence.

He chuckles again and kisses Shouta while starting to play with Shouta’s chest and runs his hands down his stomach, slowly and teasingly going lower. I decided to start by having his tied hands pinned between his body and mine, them being dangerously close to my underwear. I kiss the side of his neck while gently running my hands over his scars. All of them make him look even better.

Shouta’s breathing suddenly becomes shaky as he lurches forward with a grunt. That brought a smirk to my face as I kissed the giant scar on his elbow. “Geez Zashi, already? Give the poor man a bit more time first!” Hizashi laughs again. “No can do, Songbird! Not with such a lovely view in front of me!~”

Shouta grunts again. “Is tha- that all you two got?” I sat farther up on my legs to look more over Shouta’s shoulder and used him to hold some of my weight leaned on him. Looking down, it was easy to tell Hizashi was taking more and more of Shouta’s dick down his throat. He reaches up and starts to toy with Shouta’s nipples with both his hands. I nibble his ear. “For now, yeah. But it’s going to get a lot better later. You won’t know what’s up or down.”

My body was close enough to feel his body shiver with pleasure. “Is that a- ngh- a promise or a threat?” I teasingly nip his neck. “Whichever you want it to be.” I continue to watch Hizashi start to bob his head while starting to suck on Shouta’s neck.

His breathing was rapidly becoming more shaky as he undeniably was getting closer to an orgasm with the minutes ticking by. Watching the rhythmic motion of Hizashi’s mouth on Shouta’s cock set a deeper fire in my stomach of wanting to feel his dick in me myself.

Hizashi moved one of his hands to wrap around the rest of Shouta’s dick. I took that as an invitation to continue playing with one of his nipples myself. I stuck my middle finger a bit down my throat and brought it in front to start rubbing on it. “You two are- definitely persistent.” He hissed.

I laugh and rub a little harder. “Do you even know the two of us by now, Sho? You can’t be forgetting about little old us now!”

"I seem to for- forget."

"That's a dangerous thing to do~"

He finally comes undone with a final pinch to his nipple and Hizashi most likely aided with fondling his balls. He jolts back, almost making me fall backwards from the shifted weight.

Hizashi sits up and wipes the trail of drool off his face, locking eyes with me with a smirk. It's like we could read each other's minds as we nodded to each other and moved off the bed. In the small amount of time he was standing, it was easy to tell his dick was strained against his boxers. That didn't last long though as he quickly stripped them off and sat behind Shouta.

I quickly peel mine off as well and toss them to the floor. Hizashi definitely isn't wrong with the view though. The deep flush on his face just making me want to tease him more. I know how bad of an idea that would be though. He'd get me back tenfold next time.

Hizashi opens the bottle of lube and squirts a rather generous amount on his hand. "C'mon Songbird, get another outta Sho. This'll take a bit!"

"Zashi, what do you thi- ink you're doing? I'm coming for you next time."

"Oh, I'm SO scared! Just kiddin', can't wait for it. For now, I'm enjoyin' the hell outta this!" Shouta lurches forward again. It doesn't take a genius to know why.

To avoid Shouta's no doubt unrelenting punishment for next time, I focus more on deeply kissing him. He tilts his head and is all for it. His scruffy facial hair borders between tickling and being a comfort for how close he is. His hips keep shaking, trying to move away, so Hizashi wraps an arm around to at least keep them slightly more still.

"Damn Sho, ya must be more into this than I thought! I've barely done anything and two are slippin' in easily!

He only replies with a muffled growl from still making out with me. It didn't go unnoticed though. Hizashi doesn't say anything about it and moves Shouta's hair to suck on the unmarked side of his neck.

I stopped kissing Shouta to notice he was getting hard again. He was breathing heavily and it was easy to tell sweat was starting to form. "Hey, Zashi, how's it going now?"

"Workin' on the third! Should I come up there and work ya open too when I'm done?"

"No, I'll be fine. Just pass the lube, will ya?" He does and goes back to what he was doing. I open it and put it on my hands. Closing it, I slowly trail it across his dick. His hips start to jerk again, undecided which way to go, towards my hands or Hizashi's. I recoil a bit at the still slightly slimy feeling of Hizashi's saliva, but I get over it with the help of the lube.

"Damn it you t-two, get on with it."

"Oooh, is dear Sho being the impatient one for once!?"

"Don't… push it."

"Alright babe, just this time!" He grabs the bottle of lube again and squirts more in his hands. While he gets ready for that, I decided to get ready myself. I straddle his and slowly start to sink myself on his dick. The stretch hurts a bit from not fully preparing myself first. It's not nearly as painful as it's been before though, and it didn't take long for the pain to become pure pleasure. It didn’t take long for Hizashi to join either. Shouta shows he’s slightly uncomfortable, but refuses to say it out loud.

We wait an extra minute just to settle things out. Hizashi then tests a thrust out, pushing Shouta deeper into me. Him and I both slip out a moan. “Damn, got ya both singin’!” He jokes, and slightly picks up the pace. He grabs my calves and lifts them in a way Shouta’s dick hits harder with every thrust by pulling me onto him. He may not be nearly as strong as Shouta, but he’s definitely not something to sneeze at. Right now would be proof of that.

Every thrust brought the sparks of pleasure tingling through my body. But what was better was the extra lack of composure I’ve never seen on the man in front of me. I can’t tell what his eyes look like, but his mouth isn’t in a straight line like usual. Hizashi’s thrusts grew harder.

For better support, I wrap my arms around the back of Shouta’s neck. He has no problem leaning up a bit for the three of us to be even closer together. His legs kept trying to jolt up, but the binds stopped him.

“Damn Zashi, you’re re-really not holding back!” I manage to say through my quickly increasing heavy breathing. They weren’t doing too much better. Every hit into my body brought that deep tightening feeling to get even more tight. “When do I not, So-Songbird?” He jokes questioningly. There’s no denying that.

I test things by making my body squeeze Shouta’s dick more tightly. That really seems to help do the trick as he tends to get much closer to reaching his end. It ended up with me cumming first. Like a chain reaction, Shouta ended up next. I felt the heat of his cum shooting into me. “Damn S-Sho! You’re really clenchin’ down on me!”

It only took a few more thrusts for him to cum as well. The three of us sat there for a minute trying to catch our breaths. I take off the blindfold to see his eyes with a caring intensity I’ve never seen. I get off of Shouta and untie the ropes from the bed. Hizashi does the same with untying his arms. Shouta wasted no time in grabbing me and hugging me tightly against his chest. He barely lets go for me to turn around to face him. “Clean up later. Cuddle now.” Hizashi hugs Shouta from behind. “Well, didn’t know THE Shouta was able to be a cuddle monster!”

Shouta replies by pinching Hizashi’s thigh. “Ouch! Okay, no ruining the moment. I get it!”

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So… I tried. It seems too fast paced or missing something. Welp, it is my first time writing something like this, so it’s bound to be bad.

#erasermic x reader #smut #present mic x reader #eraserhead x reader #poly x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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weeb-writor · 4 years

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Babysitting Aizawa’s 6... no 10 Nieces and Nephews

Hey There! Today we have the second part to the Aizawa fic I posted a few days ago! It can act as a stand alone so don't worry if you haven't read the first one! Ill try to post it here but I'm new at this. Also isn't much Shouta x you in this, just domestic fluff! More a set up for the loving in the next work, I hope you'll still read it anyway. Reader is neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Aizawa’s mom goes into the hospital for an emergency surgery and all his siblings turn to you to watch their kids, but you don't remember there names let alone their kids.

Words: 2610

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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You look a bit of mess currently. You were sitting at home in your pj’s with about 20 pictures scattered around you and 20 pieces of paper. You looked like one of those crazy conspiracies theorists. When in reality you were only trying to learn your boyfriend's family’s names and likes, in preparation for Christmas of course. It was not going so well all you could remember was Saika was the eldest sister but which sister was she exactly? You looked between the two pictures on the table. None of the Aizawa’s age so that didn’t give away and you couldn’t remember if she had the long hair or the bob.

“God help me.” You mumbled with a sigh as you threw your head back. By some great miracle a phone call pulled you from the task. Surprised to see it was Aizawa you picked it up with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said

“What’s up love? Aren’t you in class?” You said a tiny bit concerned.

“Should be but my mom’s going in for some emergency surgery, so me and my family are going up there.”

“Oh, are you alright?? Do you want me to come?” You rushed out to him

“No, and I’m fine. It’s a fairly low risk surgery from what I’m told. There is of course something you could do for me.” He said lowly

“And that would be?”

“My siblings need someone to watch their gremlins and I had the perfect person in mind.” He said with a light chuckle. You knew right away who this mysterious person was. Part of you wanted to say no because it was a lot of young kids but the other part of you knew you were gonna say yes. Even if he didnt say so, Aizawa was worried and he didn’t need to be stuck watching the kids, none of them did.

“Yes, of course! Tell your siblings to bring them to my place. I got a few toys from babysitting years ago.” You said getting up to get ready.

“You're a lifesaver.” He said fondly

“Says the hero, I love you babe, everything is gonna be fine and of course be safe.” You told him

“Love you more, kitty cat. You’ll be great, see you when I get home.” He said hanging up. Well now you were panicking. How many kids were there again? What about their parents? You couldn’t even remember their names. How are you supposed to greet them? Holy shit what did you get yourself into is all you could think as you rushed to clean your house. You were barely finished when the first knock came, you opened the door with a small smile.

“L/N!” A tall black haired man said. He looked like Shouta no doubt but he had an undercut and was taller.

“Please call me Y/N.” You smiled at him.

“Aww, you're too sweet! Seriously, how did Shouta end up with you?! Anyway, This is Haru and Jun, they are gonna be good little boys for you, right?” He paused as the boys nodded. “Thank you so much we should all be back to pick the kids at 10!” He said as he started to leave. You waved him off and showed the boys in.

“Alright! So I��ve got a few toys and I think i've got all the cartoon channels. I want to make sure we get all your cousins here first before we do something really fun.” You said to the little boys who immediately went to sit on your couch and watch the cartoons that were playing. You let out a huge sigh of relief. It was done prematurely as a knock at the door was heard. You opened it to reveal his two sisters which was which you didn't know.

“L/N you sweet little lifesaver! This is the rest of them except Rei, Daisuke, and Maki. They all walk together from school, we let them know to come here so don't worry about walking to go get them. Also, only two of them are still in diapers so you should be fine! Thank you so much, love.” The shorter one rushed out before she left, pulling her sister with her. You looked done at the baby that had somehow got into your hands. Alright this one was obviously in diapers, the one grasping on to your pant leg barely standing up was probably the other one in diapers. Okay you were now surrounded by um.. 6 six kids, maybe more you weren't sure.

“Okay, now that we're all here, wanna play a game? It's really fun I promise.” You said with a cute little smile but you were lying. You only wanted them to introduce themselves and say who their parents were. You had no idea how to make it fun.

“What kind of game?” A little girl asked, wait you knew this one! She was the only young girl when you first met all the siblings, it was Nozomi, right?

“A umm…. A… A scavenger hunt! Yeah! We're all gonna introduce ourselves and then get into groups by who your Mama's and Papa’s are and see who can find all the treasures first! Whoever wins gets a super cool prize.” You said hoping they didn't ask too many questions about the game you just made up. Which they didn't they all were giggling and saying incoherent things excited to play.

“We’ll go first since we're the oldest. Im Haru.” The tallest one with his hair pulled back into a ponytail said. “I is Jun! Our papa is Shiori! Can we play now??” The cute little blonde one said. Okay 2 down, Tall and hair pulled back is Haru, Small and blonde is Jun, they are both Shiori kids.

“Oh us next, us next! I'm Tetsuya, that's Umi, my lil sister, and Yukio is the one on your pants. My mama is Shizumi!” The boy said. He was a cute pudgy boy with black hair that covered his eyes. Umi, the little girl had her dark blue hair in two pigtails on top of her head. Lastly the little boy holding on to your pants also had black hair but it was super curly.

“L/N, Oni-chans at school and Taiyo is too small.” Nozomi said with teary eyes. Okay so the one in your hand is Taiyo, another one of Saika kids. Okay you got this. You made it through all 7 kids, you would worry about the 3 at school later.

“Its alright me and you can be a team okay?” You said as she beamed up at you nodding. Alright with that you went to place the sleeping Taiyo on your bed. You left the door open so you could hear if he started to cry or moved around too much. You took a sheet and made a makeshift sling for… Yukio, right!

“Okay so there are 3 hidden treasures around the house! One is a pink treasure chest filled with jewelry and prizes. The other is a huge blue fluffy whale, be careful it may bite! Lastly, there are 2 little lions wandering sound, we gotta catch. I'm gonna get you guys nets of course! First one to get all of these things and show me them gets a super cool prize!” You said as they erupted into cute tiny roars!

“Okay here are your nets! May the best team win!” You smiled at them as they took off. You felt a little bad for the Aizawa cats you had just set up to be chased but something told you they wouldn't mind. They were always so attention hungry this would probably please them.

“Okay then, lets go Nozomi!” You said grasping the young girl's hand. You knew where everything was of course so you just followed her around. Only helping her when you heard kids getting close to the hiding spots or helping her try to catch the cat. You guys had been playing for about an hour now, only needing to catch the cats who caught onto the game and were running for their lives.

“Kitty cat c’mere!” Jun said as he chased the gray cat around.

“Yeah! We jus wanna win.” Haru said following his brother. You laughed as the cat gently pawed at boys. Now that you were thinking about it there were so many boys in this family. Only 5 girls out of all these boys, Aizawa’s genes were strong for boys. You didn't get long to think before you saw a flash and heard a camera click. You turned to see 3 older children one with a camera.

“Oh man, Uncle Shouta is gonna be so happy.” The girl said with a smile. She looked to be about 12 and was blonde, if you had to guess she was Jun and Harus’s older sister. There were two boys next her one was probably the oldest of all the kids.

“Sorry for letting ourselves in, we were just knocking for a while and you didn't answer.” The older one said as they bowed.

“No no it's quite alright! Sorry for not answering, my hands are a little full!” You said as you had Taiyo still slung around your back and Umi squirming in your hands.

“Yeah, we can see that!”

“Daisuke! Rei! We gotta catch the kitties so I can win a prize.” Nozomi said, rushing off to her brothers. You made a mental note of who was who.

“Oh no problem! Uncle sho’s cats are easy to catch.” Rei said and he was right, you just had to know how. He went over to the counter and got the cat treats and sprinkled a few on the floor. The cats came running and began eating as fast as they could. He then took the blanket/net and put it over the 2 cats and picked them up, they compiled so easily it was almost comical.

“Oh! Yay! I wins right?? I get the prize!” She said dancing around you.

“Yes you do! I should go get dinner ready but you can pick anything you want to take home.” You said booping her nose. She did a little gig before taking off like she knew what wanted.

“Alright, who wants to help with dinner!” You called to the kids you roared with agreement, racing to the kitchen

“Oh you three would you mind helping and introducing yourselves?” You asked as you took out a few different ingredients.

“Oh yeah! No problem! Im Daisuke, the eldest of all the Aizawa’s cousins. First year in high school actually! This is my little brother Rei, he is a middle schooler. Then the girl snapping pictures is Maki-chan she’s the closest to my age! Oh, Saika is my mom and uncle Shiori is Maki’s dad. What can we do to help out.” He said with a smile.

“I think they said introduce yourself but whatever.” Maki mumbled kind of chest fallen. You only laughed and pointed out what they could do while you helped the kids and before long boom, dinner was done. You might have to convince Aizawa to have kids soon cause they were actually helpful. You all set the table and sat down to eat, almost forgetting about Nozomi.

“Can I have this!” She rushed to you holding a black cat plushie that had red eyes. Aizawa had given it to you when he went on a mission that pulled him from home for a month. You gave a small smile to her.

“Of course! I said you could have anything you wanted, I meant it. Let's eat right now then you can go snuggle and lay down.” You said moving to pick her up and help her to the table. Your table of course wasn't big enough so the big kids were in the living room, the younger kids ate with you and the babies you fed first were now napping. You let out a breath, it was 7:30. They should be done by 10:00 at the latest and the younger kids would be asleep by 8:30, so you could say you had this in the bag. Dinner was peaceful to your surprise and now you were all washing up and laying down on the makeshift beds you made in the living room. Maki was taking pictures as you had put all the younger children into your shirts, it was quite a sight to behold.

“Alright everyone lay down!” You yelled as you grabbed the youngest and began rocking him back and forth.

“We is ready” Umi said as she snuggled into her blankets

“Ready for what?” You asked cautiously.

“When we visit uncle Sho’ta he tells us ‘tories at nighty time.” Tetsuya slurred to you.

“Oh, okay then…. Um. Once upon a time there was a pretty Pink cat, who lived in a kingdom full of all kinds of cats. One day he got curious and left the safety of his kingdom. He went into a forest and everything was fine until he bumped into a big huge black wolf. He wanted to run back into the safety of his kingdom but the icy glare of the wolf kept him still. The wolf slowly opened its jaws…. Showing off its rows of bone crushing smile. The pink cat thought it was over for him until the Wolf smiled at him. ‘Your a little far from home, huh? Its okay I get lost sometimes! I can take you home.’ The wolf said, her tail starting to wag. The cat didn't know what made him say yes but he did. He continued to say yes time and time again, long after they had become friends. He said yes so many times to the cat he thought he might run out of yes’s to give. But when the wolf asked him to leave the safety of his kingdom behind and run around the world with him, though it frightened him. He said yes again without hesitation. And that's how the pretty pink cat learned to fly.” You said, it was a cheesy story with no real plot but it worked. You looked around to see everyone sleeping even the bigger kids. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You looked at the lot one more time before you went to work on something you had been meaning to all day. You continued to work on it even as 10 o’clock hit and you said goodbye to the kids one by one. Only stopping when a familiar set of hands wrapped around your waist.

“What’s this, kitty?” Aizawa asked as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ahh, nothing much! Just a family tree with pictures and the things about your family.” You said as you stated proudly at your work.

“Oh that's sweet. I saw the pictures Maki took and that you let Nozomi have your cat, I know it was special to you.” He said nuzzling further into your chest.

“It's fine, I told her she could have anything and to be honest, I'm wrapped around every single last one of them’s thumb and I would do anything for them so it really was nothing.” You said playing with his hands.

“God, I love you, how did I end up with you? I mean god I just love you. Let's get in bed. I wanna cuddle you, Right. Now.” He said turning you around and picking you up.

“Yes, sir.” You said clinging to him like a koala.

“Oh and babe, you got Shizumi and Saika mixed up.” He said into your hair.

“GOD DAMMIT”

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta #my hero academia aizawa #mha x reader #bhna x reader

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I might have just hallucinated this but at some point i saw something (maybe it was a fic? Idk) exploring Eowyn meeting Glorfindel. Just for fun do you have any thoughts on how that might have gone? I always thought it was an interesting little detail that so many elves were present in Edoras for Theoden's funeral/the trothplighting and wonder what they might have made of all that. It seemed to me a changing of the guard in a way as the age of elves was ending and the age of men began ascending

Oooh, fun question, and that's really such a beautiful way of putting that, I love the idea of it as a changing of the guard.

You definitely didn't hallucinate that fic, I'm trying to find it now — will update when I do!

So I think there are a few main factors that go into deciding what Éowyn would have thought about meeting Glorfindel, and vice versa. I’ll start with Éowyn because that’s what I’m more comfortable with.

The three main questions to answer here are: 1) Éowyn’s thoughts on the Elves generally 2) Éowyn’s awareness of the prophesy/the lore surrounding the Witch-king and 3) the extent to which Éowyn is impressed (or not impressed) by impressive things.

We’ll start with 1. Which rocks because it’s the one we have the least textual evidence for — classic! Legolas is almost certainly the first Elf she’s ever interacted with, and we see basically no interactions between them. So we have to look to the next Elves she sees which are… Elladan and Elrohir. And on those fellas, she’s got nothing particularly interesting to say:

The Lady Éowyn greeted them and was glad of their coming; for no mightier men had she seen than the Dúnedain and the fair sons of Elrond; but on Aragorn most of all her eyes rested.

So, she (rightly) thinks they’re pretty and strong, but really has nothing much else to say beyond that. This is mostly because she’s focussed entirely on Aragorn, but you’d think if she was going to have any strong reactions, now would be the time. Textually this is all we get, so now I get to dive into my HC. I think she’s basically unimpressed by them generally. Not outright hostile, because she’ll have seen what part they played in the war and have tremendous respect for them for that, but they’re not really a thing that exists in her life, so to speak. Plus, the first person she really talks to for any extended period of time who’s going to have any strong opinions on the Elves is Faramir and he is, objectively, deeply ambivalent (see: his takes on dealing with Galadriel and the Elves in Two Towers. King of Not Giving A Fuck).

On the Elf Question, she’s probably going to come to them with a general level of ambivalence and, maybe, some scepticism, and maybe some feelings of discomfort. They’re just very, very outwith her ken.

Okay onto 2. The prophesy and the lore. Yeah, Éowyn almost certainly knows jack shit about this. Not because she’s dumb, but just because it’s, again, not really part of her world. The Battle of Fornost is a somewhat significant battle, all things considered, but it’s so far before the establishment of the Mark that it’s unlikely they’re going to be dealing with the specifics of it, and certainly even less so with the airy-fairy shit some twunk is spouting off afterwards. Going into her fight, she’s really not going to know why it should matter that she’s not a dude, she just knows that the Witch king is bad and she wants him gone. She might not even know who Glorfindel is, to be honest! Which is also going to be funny because for those in the know, Glorfindel is, like, literally Jesus Christ Superstar. The question really is how many people know? The Gondorrim fo sho, I struggle with the extent to which the Rohirrim are versed in this sort of stuff. Éomer, maybe. Certainly he’s going to be briefed, being the King of the Mark and all that, but how much gets passed along to Éowyn? I’m not sure. My heart says all of it, my head says basically none.

And 3., how much is Éowyn impressed by impressive things? Well, that can go either way. She’s obviously very impressed by Aragorn, but that could be/is as much an emotional response to the act of heroism she sees as it is to his general impressiveness. The next impressive thing we see her deal with is the Witch king and, again, this is coloured by emotion, but she really does not seem impressed At All by him. So unimpressed, actually, that where braver men turned tail and hauled ass out of there, she starts monologuing lol. The next impressive thing is Minas Tirith, Gondor generally, and Faramir. She’s very iffy on all of these things, she’s certainly not much impressed by the power or majesty of it all, and it takes a lot of concessions on Faramir’s behalf before she’s out and out ready to deal with him. So, yeah. Not easily impressed our Éowyn.

Glorfindel, by comparison, is an absolute delight of a character who is almost certainly deeply, deeply impressed with Éowyn. And, I think importantly, is not liable to get bogged down into the hooha about whether or not it’s Merry or Éowyn who fulfils the prophesy. I think he’s going to be fucking thrilled to death (in his own, neat and tidy way) about Éowyn being who she is. His approach to this is going to be much less complicated than Éowyn’s — he’s seen fucking loads of great heroes in his life, no matter how cool she is, she’s just another one of them, so he’s not going to be starstruck.

I think their actual meeting would be fairly lowkey, particularly if it’s at any sort of major event. I might even go so far as to say that Éowyn’s not really going to differentiate between him and any of the other Elves that are cutting about unless someone either 1) explicitly gives her a heads up in advance or 2) he goes out of his way to explain who he is and what their implicit relationship to one another is. For my part, I’m not certain he would.

Part of the problem with dealing with this question is that Glorfindel is Tolkien’s hero’s hero. He’s a hero nonpareil, basically so heroic that he lacks any real distinguishable personality beyond inherent nobility, goodness, and courage. In any interaction between them, Glorfindel would sort of being fulfilling the role of a character trope, and Éowyn would be providing the bulk of the personality. Given that, I think I’m pretty comfortable in saying that Glorfindel would probably approach Éowyn as a warrior equal, and would compliment her on her feat, but would not, I think, necessarily be hanging around to chat complex history with her. If anything it’s probably going to be a drive-by conversation. They’ll meet, he’ll congratulate her, he’ll go on with his life. I don’t think she’s going to be starstruck by meeting him.

I also think she’s going to be at a very specific point in her life at any point where they could reasonably meet where she’s probably not going to be all giggly/happy/proud of herself for having killed the Witch king. It’s still going to be a really sore, traumatic moment in her life that’s going to be wrapped up in so many other negative emotions (not least of which is her stunted catharsis — which I am intending to write about later) that she’s probably fine acknowledging it but is maybe a bit emotionally ehhh on it. If he, say, swings by Emyn Arnen in TA 3021, maybe she’ll be a little more up for chatting happily about it and swapping war stories. But I think at Théoden’s funeral or Aragorn and Arwen’s wedding she’s just not going to be in the right place for big hype over it. And I suspect Glorfindel would recognise that and be respectful of it — he, too, has seen some shit.

What would be fucking fun is everybody who’d be trying to watch that interaction, especially if it’s going on at an event or in public. The rubbernecking would be absurd. For all his Elf ambivalence, I’d put a decent amount of money down to say that Faramir would be hauling ass over there to be a part of that conversation — mostly out of a detached academic interest, it’s not often you see the heroes of your childhood stories/Tolkien Jesus come walking up to congratulate your wife on being radge as fuck. If Aragorn’s around/aware, he’s definitely got some level of pride going on over it, and would probably try to see it from afar, if not being around for it. Éomer’s definitely hyped even if he’s not really got the full significance of it down, there’s no way he’s not going to be impressed by Glorfindel’s biography. Everybody else, even those without a personal connection to either of them, is probably watching because it’d be a cool as shit thing to see. I don’t fully understand the significance of, like, public marriage proposals or whatever, but if I see one happening I’m gonna watch it. That sort of thing.

#asks #honestly just laughing at the thought of like half the room turning to watch glorfindel approach éowyn and éowyn being like 'the fuck???'#éowyn /#glorfindel /#gondor /#lotr /#hc

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