#its just me and one other guy in our business until 12
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Why am I not writing smut for a living
#its just me and one other guy in our business until 12#he's unable to take a break for 4 and a half hours#and we have the church crowd to consider#it's still better then food#at least i have lunch and breaks#even if i have to put mine off for a bit today#its nothing compared to my boss#and all because one called in and another is on vacation#idk when the asm works any more because although we have one now#we haven't had one working at the store in maybe six months#personal
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Kenma hanging out with his 6 month old baby because her mom went to work (training is very rough now!!)
9:00 AM
“ Kenma!”
“ yes babe?”
He asks leaving the bedroom.
“ Are you really busy today?? I can’t leave karrie (THATS HER NAME OKAY) to kuro cause he said he’ll be having a meeting, and akaashi said his mental health is lower than the gas prices so he can’t take care of a child right now, but anyways can you take care of her??”
“ sure babe. I just have to go to some proposals and meetings and stream until 11pm.”
“Okay! I’ll be home around 6:30 be responsible kenma!”
“ Bye! say bye karrie.”
Your husband gets his daughter’s hand and makes a wave motion.
(Baby Karrie’s POV)
10:00 AM
You’re stuck in an uncomfortable baby seat in a car where the air freshener smells like cake.
You wail.
“ whats wrong sweetheart? C’mere”
your dad then lowers the air conditioning (he thinks it’s getting too cold and he unfortunately forgot to bought an extra blanket) (you threw up on the first one)
“ Okay we’re here. If anyone looks at you weirdly just wail at their faces.” He chuckles.
“ okay everyone, what’s up? What’s the new idea?”
“ KENMA IS THAT UR KID? OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU SO MUCH.” Hinata says.
“ SEE? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” kuro adds.
“ We’re getting a little bit off-topic here guys.”
Akaashi says.
“ Can we get mcdonalds?” Bokuto asks.
“ Can you all tell me why I’m here instead of making my wailing daughter go to bed??”
“ CAN WE ADD SPARKLY CAPES TO OUR UNIFORMS??”
Bokuto asks.
“ THAT WOULD BE SO COOL CAN WE DO THAT?”
Hinata adds.
“ first off, stop yelling you’re scaring my child, second, you guys are volleyball players not superman.”
“ anything else?”
Kenma asks, getting impatient yet his daughter was chewing on the blonde tips of his hair.
“ CAN WE DO AN AD?” Bokuto says.
“For?”
“ IDK ANYTHING ELSE?”
You see your father touching the bride of his nose.
You kept on babbling random things until-
“ dada??”
“Yes- wait what?”
“ Oh my GOD! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!” Bokuto screams.
“ I am so proud of that baby!”
Kuro says.
Akaashi fell asleep on the table while hinata broke the water dispenser (its leaking on the floor) bokuto’s drawing on the whiteboard explain how having sparkly capes on uniforms would make their performance better (newsflash he most likely would trip on them)
12:00 PM
(Lunch!)
“ I’m getting hungry and those guys wasted OUR time when we could be playing games, wanna eat fruits and lunch??”
You pointed to the chips.
“ these?? I don’t think you can have these.. but heres a peice of orange.”
(Kenma’s Point of View)
1:00pm
“ We’re finally home, thank goodness, you tired sweetheart?”
You put your tired daughter on the crib, it’s nice seeing her be peaceful for a while. she looks like her beautiful mother.
As the computer opens, you post an announcement saying you’ll be streaming at 4PM ( hoping your daughter is awake by then)
2:00 PM
(Kenma’s POV)
As you prepare to stream (updating games, preparing snacks and water also 3 cans of energy drinks and somehow a bag of chips bigger than your daughter)
You get a phone call.
“ Hey honey!”
“ hey babe? Hows work?”
“ Yeah it’s good, its just that-“
You hear what’s probably sakusa and atsumu screaming at each other, kageyama and hinata not agreeing to a single thing, and bokuto on the corner who managed to squeeze himself there.
“ Y’know you could quit, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“ silly. I can’t! I like this job, these idiots are my friends, and so are yours too.”
“ I got to go babie! Bye!”
“Bye.” You say dropping the call.
3:00 PM
Just an hour left, you started the stream with a timer popping up (R THOSE RIGHT I SEE PEEPS ON TWITCH DOING THOSE)
Getting all the stuff you need on a small table next to your desk, You kinda feel lonely, your daughter is sleeping and your wife is hanging out with her friends.
“She’s better with me.”
“I miss her so much.”
4:00 PM
(kenma’s pov)
“ she’s not awake yet? That’s weird.”
You check on your daughter on the other room ( she’s still there don’t worry)
“ that’s rare.”
As the stream starts everyone and the chat goes loud.
“ hey guys. What’s up?”
After 30 minutes of being focused on a game, you check up on your daughter again.
“ She’s still asleep?? Is this even normal? She’s not crying as if we’re cooking her alive??? wow!”
He goes back to the room.
“ sorry to keep you guys waiting. Let’s continue this.”
stancats4: Why do you keep on leaving the room??
You see the question, you get a bit irritated by this question yet answer by:
“ Just busy taking care of someone special. That’s all” you smile.
The chat somehow goes wild with you smiling, this is how far they can get with you anyways.
5:00 PM
( Kenma’s POV)
“ She’s still asleep?? Wow.”
You’re looking at your peaceful daughter, who’s been sleeping for 4 hours now.
It’s getting lonely, you miss them both even if they’re near.
As the last game comes to an end, you ask the chat what to play next?
“ this is like the last chapter what else do you guys wanna play??”
matchalatte: you should play animal crossing!
You squint your eyes to see the suggestion
“ animal crossing?? Sure i guess.”
Moments after joining the game you hear a famillar sound.
Your daughter was crying from the other room.
You rushed there.
“ hey baby, had a great nap didn’t you?? Come here with me.”
( here’s where more chaos starts.)
“ Okay guys, let’s continue.”
“ No karrie- thats my CPU that heats up, you’ll get hurt. No- karrie!”
(He’s not mad dw)
“ what are you pointing to??”
She’s pointing to the can of energy drink.
“ You can’t have that, anyways eat this.”
You paused the game.
Your daughter ends up crying really loud.
“ What’s wrong?, this isn’t even expired.”
You taste the baby food (just checking if its still good ofc)
“ what the- YUCK. If i was an 8 month old baby and they told me to eat this, I’d cry louder than you, let’s get you nicer food.”
He brings his laptop, and then goes to the kitchen.
“ Okay you like bananas right? Let’s mush them with honey”
after minutes of doing the work you spoon feed your daughter.
“ Okay guys, might aswell end this. Bye for now.”
He ended it early because he thought his daughter was getting tired and scared of the webcam.
6:00 PM
As the blue sky slowly and slowly fades, you craddling your daughter, knowing this won’t last forever.
Yes she’ll always be your daughter you think, but will she always need you? Will she ever call one day and tell you how was her day? Will she ever remember you when she has a family of her own?
This sounds like he’s overthinking yet, he just likes to think how he’s enjoying every moment because all of this, everything that surrounds him, will never last forever.
He hears the doorknob jingle a bit.
“I’m home!” (Y/N says)
“ how’s our sweet cherry??”
“ she’s doing good, just good.”
Shout out to Venn for keeping the live action headcanons rolling 🥰
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Hello! This is a bit of a late response considering I read the 3 new chapters on the day you released them but I’ve been super busy and wanted to fully compliment them rather than respond in a rushed manner. I was actually on a college residential trip in Germany but dropped everything to read the new chapters, I was so excited and it did not disappoint! So here comes my stupidly long list of thoughts that no one asked for but I’m giving to you anyway because I am hyper fixated on this fanfic-
As a Hwa bias, chapter 10 was cruel, but in the best way possible. The way their alpha x alpha relationship is similar to that of wlw or mlm one in real life is so painful but such a smart metaphor. My situation is in fact very similar to his, being queer but financially dependant on my parents, so this definitely hit home. I hope the best for our Sanhwa but I love the subtle representation this dynamic is providing for us. The fact that neither of them let Wooyoung in on it because they want to protect him from the truth, are you trying to break my heart?! I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for them in future chapters. Mingi admitting fault is my favourite thing ever. I hate the trope of the main love interest being as close to perfection as one can be, Yungi having flaws humanises them so much and adds a whole lot of depth to their characters, making the story itself so much more interesting. But I’m also so happy that we are back into Yungi x Y/n fluffy era.
Chapter 11 was the prefect breath of air between 2 very angsty chapters. I literally love Wooyoungs character so much and getting to see him happy made me feel all giddy inside. Also love that Yeosang and Jongho are more included in this chapter. I hope we get to see Woosangs relationship develop more in future, they're such as cool side couple and deserve the best. The way Minseoks character slowly became more prevalent created great foreshadowing to the threat he would become, it’s paced so well and is such an enjoyable sense of anticipation.
And chapter 12. Oh chapter 12. Alike to chapter 10, I like the way that it represents trauma while being in a fictional and fantasy context. It gives the opportunity of being able to empathise with such an experience as it acts for a metaphor of traumatising experiences many of us have have in real life without directly describing it. And my god is it described well. I feel so much rage towards this fictional character, its not even funny. Once again Wooyo and Y/ns omega friendship that non of the others will ever be able to understand is so heart-warming and the way that Yungi and Woosanhwa put their differences aside when the person they love most was in danger. But also…wdym Hwa was sat with his head in his bloody hands?! I need to know! I didn’t even stop to think about the guys perspective because I was so invested in how Y/n perceived it but that teaser you dropped has made me so hungry for it. It’ll add weight to this climatic portion of the plot and so much depth to characters as were able to see how such an awful situation will influence their rational.
Once again Chai you have blown me away and allowed me to enjoy reading in a way I never believed I could. I’ll continue rereading these amazing chapters until the next update. Much love,
- 👻 anon
oh my goodness thank you SO much for this comment. i've read it a couple of times now, and i just really appreciate that chapter ten resonated with you. it took a while to figure out that dynamic with san and hwa, but i'm really happy with how it came together.
i hope you also enjoy the chapter 12 from the boys perspective release.... your comment on seonghwa's bloodied hands..... all is revealed and i really hope you enjoy that too!!
thank you as always!
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Modern AU: mafia LoTR/the Hobbit x teen mafia reader.
Age: 15 reader Chan is the young daughter and heiress of a very well known Mafia boss and a target for other Mafias.
the Bardlings are older in this. Warning: kidnapping and spanking.
You are having breakfast with your mother who is the boss of a famous mafia despite her busy schedule she always makes time for you. Your father was the previous boss of the mafia but when he died before your birth he gave it to your mother. Being the daughter of a mafia boss has its ups and downs.
No one ever dares to mess with you and best of all a lot of students wants to be friends with you, not for wealth or because of your cool mom but because your are a very nice person the downside however is that you could be the target for rival Mafias like the Durin Mafia, the Mirkwood mafia, the Rivendell Mafia, the Bowman Mafia even the Baggins Mafia.
As you eat your breakfast your mother lightly cleared her throat "Y/N dear I have a meeting with the other Mafia bosses this afternoon. I don't want to leave you here alone since I gave the servants a vacation for their hard work so I'm taking you with me." When she said that you got excited because this is your first Mafia meeting and you never saw the other bosses in person "Really Mom?" You asked excitedly "Yes. But I want you to stay close to me." When she said that the bus horn beeps "Love you Mom see you at noon." You said getting up from your seat and giving her a kiss on the cheek while walking towards the door.
At School:
When the bus pulled up your friends came up to you and together all of you went to your lockers "Hey we don't have any plans right? I promised my folks I'd watch my sister tonight." asked Porsha "I'm watching my niece and nephew tonight." Adam said "It's game night at my house and I volunteered to get the snacks." Tyler said "No my mom has a meeting this afternoon and is taking me with her." You told them "Oh thank god we don't have plans today except for our plans for the arcade on Friday." Adam said taking out his history text book "yeah because Friday night is our night." Tyler said until the two minute warning bell rang.
At 12:30:
It was now break time. Everyone was goofing off and planning for the weekend until the class phone rang "Class 256." The class aid said "Ohh Y/N your Mother came to pick you up." She said "Ok." You said collecting your things and going to your locker "By Y/N." Your class said together.
After putting your books away and grabbing your book bag you made your way to the front desk to see your mother in her suit talking to the front desk lady "Thank you have a good afternoon." She said and walking out with you behind.
You rode with your mom up front as you told her what happened at school "You guys were dissecting squid today? We dissected frogs when I was in school." She said "Yep and one of them was still filled with ink it squirted Mr Alfrid." You told your mom until you stopped in front of a huge building.
The building was bigger on the inside with a lot of doors and hallways and was eerily quiet except for a few voices at one of the doors with two guards blocking it "Welcome Mrs L/N." One of them said opening the door for you and your mother "Thank you." You said to the guards who both smiled and nodded.
Inside you see a lot of people you never meet "Hello M/N." A man with waist length blond hair and icy blue eyes greeted your mother as well as everyone else "Who's the kid?" A man with shoulder length brown hair with grey streaks and stubble asked "This is my daughter! Dear introduce yourself." You looked at everyone and said "hello my name is Y/N L/N I am 15 years old and this is my first time here." You said making everyone surprised "She's younger then Tilda." A woman about ten years older then you said to a man about a year younger then her but 9 years older then you besides him was a woman five or six years older then you "I didn't even know you have a child. She looks just like you." A black haired man said "Can we get to the meeting at hand please?" Asked a man with Black and silver streaked hair, a black beard and blue eyes on ether side of him were two more men one about 22 years older then you and the other 15 or 16 years older then you.
The meeting started with no interruptions "So M/N why don't you bring Your child around more often?" The tall blond asked "Thranduil can you please not bring my daughter into this? She's still a minor." your mother said annoyed making him and the other four men smirk at you much to your discomfort "She looks like a mini M/N." One of the men who looks like Elrond said "Shut it Elladan." The other said "Will you both act your age for once." Asked a woman who looks like a female version of them and Elrond. you gave her a thankful smile which she gave back.
After the chaotic meeting you and your mother drive to a restaurant for lunch with Thranduil and his son Legolas who is 23 years older than you. Your mother and Thranduil sat up front with your mother driving while you and Legolas sat on back while one of Thranduil's guards drove his car. The car was silent with the adults talking and you playing on your phone you suggested a sushi restaurant since you haven't had sushi in a long time.
Inside the restaurant:
You and Legolas are getting food the guard with you two while your parents talked Legolas asked you what's the best sushi to start with and you happily told him F/S (favorite sushi) after getting your food both of you sat down with your parents while they talked Over their own sushi and whine while the guard stands.
After eating dessert you had to use the bathroom "Mom I'm going to the bathroom." You told her while getting up "ok dear." She said giving you the ok "I also have to use the bathroom father." Legolas said giving Thranduil a wink who gives him a smirk.
After using the toilet you went to wash your hands as your doing so something didn't feel right. You felt woozy, everything was spinning, and you felt sleepy it then hit you that the room was smoky and before you knew it you collapsed the last thing you see are a pair of legs.
A few hours later:
You wake up feeling like you had a hangover. You adjusted your eyes to the light and saw that you weren't in your own room. This rooms walls were painted a Scarlett color, the bed was queen size with sheets the same color as the walls there was a small wardrobe, nightstand, mirror and a big window letting in the moonlight. When you got out of the bed you saw that your still wearing your school uniform (image above) you fearfully ran towards the door hoping it was all a dream and that your in the hospital but only to find it locked from the outside.
You looked around for your phone but it was no where in the room. You sat on the bed feeling sick until the sound of the door unlocking was heard "Looks like someone's awake." A familiar deep voice said looking up you see Thranduil still in his suit but you also saw the other men from the meeting you believed your mother called them Bard, Bilbo, Elrond and Thorin "I can't believe you actually kidnapped M/N's daughter, the heiress to the L/N name." The one named Thorin said to Thranduil who smirked in victory "You even did it right under M/N's nose." the one named Bard said. Your eyes went wide with the fact that you've been kidnapped and worst of all your mother won't be able to find you anytime soon if you'll ever see her again that is. So many questions felled your head 'why am I here? Will Mom find me? Will I be able to go to school? will I see Porsha, Adam and Tyler again? What are they going to do with me?' Your brain went numb from all the questions in your head because by god this was to much and you just want it to go away "So what now? I mean what are you going to do with her?" The man with short curly hair and green eyes asked while pointing at you making the others look to you "I'll keep her here. After all she is something or someone precious to M/N!" He said walking towards you and picking you up from the bed by your underarms like you weighed nothing bye god you were small compared to everyone in this room even Bilbo Baggins the shortest man in the room was taller then you "Here are the rules,
1. you are not going to school anytime soon.
2. You are to wear what I give you.
3. You are to use my last name.
4. I am your father so you well address me as so and do what I say.
5. You are to listen to Legolas your new big brother.
6. I am hanging on to your phone until Your obedient enough.
And finally the last rule, you are not to leave this house."
You got furious with the rules "GIVE ME A GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD LISTEN TO ANY OF THESE STUPID RULES, TO YOU AND YOUR SON! AND CAN YOU PUT ME DOWN IM NOT A BABY?!" you shouted in rage making the others lightly chuckle "It's quite adorable when mafia children act tough." Bard said making Thranduil lift you higher "Because your mother took something precious of mine so I'm taking something precious of hers, We are adults with Legolas being 23 years older then you and you will follow these 'stupid' rules or else." You where not being held prisoner by a guy you only just meet "Or else what?" You asked defiantly making him smirk "Perhaps this is the proper time to show you the punishment for disobedience little one." He said sitting on the bed and swinging you across his lap causing you to yelp. He lifted up your school skirt revealing your black shorts "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING YOU CREEP?" You screeched in alarm "Shush." He said at this point you felt your temper rising "IM NOT A CHILD." You screeched once again feeling like he was bullying you "If you continue behaving like a child then a child you shall be treated as." He said delivering the first swat making you squeak after a few swats he spoke "So are you going to be obedient?" He asked still delivering swats "No." You screamed "Suit yourself." He said swatting harder to the point of your backside feeling like it's on fire "YES YES ILL LISTEN JUST PLEASE STOP." You screeched out not wanting to take this torture anymore you haven't been spanked in years since you were little for making so many nanny's quit. After the torture of spanking he sat you up on his lap with a victorious smirk on his face you've never felt so humiliated or vulnerable in your life "Good and one more thing Elrohir, Elladen, Legolas, Arwen, Fili, Kili, Sigrid, Bain, Frodo and Tilda will all be looking after you since you went through 60 different nanny's in the past." He said making the other four men followed by nine familiar faces but one you never meet before. He looked to be seven or eight years older then you, he had curly black or brown hair and blue eyes "WHAT?!" All of them asked in shock looking at you like You have two heads "What? They weren't any fun." You said revealing your rebellious and fun loving sides "We'll talk about this in the morning. It is past your bed time young Lady." Thranduil said but you looked at the time "But it's only 9:04." You said annoyed "Yes but your still young." He said putting you back on the bed he and everyone else left after he turned off the light "Jerk face." You said rubbing your still burning bottom threw your skirt and shorts then you slowly crawled into bed and fell asleep hopping that your mother will find you.
At your house:
M/N was angrily looking at the footage of Thranduil, Legolas and the guard kidnapping her daughter "Just you wait Thranduil Mirkwood." She said angrily closing her lab top.
#platonic#mirkwood elves#the hobbit#modern au#mafia au#teen reader#thranduil#legolas#elrond#bard#thorin oakenshield#fili and kili#elladan and elrohir#arwen undomiel#Bardlings#Frodo#bilbo baggins#young readers
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april 06, 2023; 9:12 pm - rest
hi, tumblr! i finally have time to sit down and update you guys on everything that's been going on recently so buckle up cause medyo maraming updates to:
like i mentioned in my previous posts, we went to japan last week and it was honestly so amazing na i never had the time to read or journal or even vlog about it kasi each day we were there, we were so busy enjoying everything we had spontaneously planned out for that day; may days na ang pangit ng weather pero for the majority of the trip, maaraw naman and long story short super saya talaga i feel like if there's one place everyone should visit kahit once in a lifetime, it should be japan (i mean DUH yung pagkain palang guys sobrang sarap plus everything is really cheap)
but even though i didnt have enough time to journal, i still have a lot of little notes and papers and postcards i collected during our time in japan so ang dami kong memorabilia which i love and which i plan on sticking to my journal maybe tomorrow
nang dahil i went back to work early this week, i still ended up being really busy actually before this holy week break which includes the little fiasco i posted about my boss na until now hindi niya parin nafifinalize so di ko na talaga siya pinoproblema
pero in hindsight, yung mga extra na gusto niyang isubmit, ill work on them tomorrow for a bit para pag iopen niya nga yung files, atleast mag eedit nalang siya
other than that, work is okay! super duper far from perfect but i like work and its one of the only things keeping me going; my officemates are really nice plus they are planning on flying everyone out of the country for the company outing so sana talaga matuloy
hindi kami naka visita iglesia this year kasi nga wala na kaming family driver and yung tatay ko and kuya ko super tamad naman to participate in things like that kaya ayun we just ended up hearing mass online and doing some grocery shopping before dinner
medyo nasungitan ko mom ko kanina kasi she nagged me about my weight (i wanted ice cream) eh the funny thing is, she was willing to buy ice cream naman talaga in the first place so i dont know why she made a big fuss about me wanting ice cream for myself
we had late dinner kasi natagalan mag luto mom ko pero super duper sarap ng ginawa niyang fish burgers as in restaurant level; i might just have some more tomorrow since maraming natira
probably gonna end the night with some nail care and some vlogs
i hope you guys are all having a lovely and solemn holy week; please stay safe and hydrated and lets all try to be kinder to ourselves and especially to our loved ones
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Love Under the Tree: A Jemily Fanfic (Chapter 1)
So, I tried to post this from my computer multiple times on Friday, and it wouldn't work, so now I'm doing it from my phone. If it doesn't work this way, then I have no idea what I will do.
Anyway, chapter 2 will be posted on Friday. And chapters will come out every Friday until Christmas. Let me know what you think. ❤️
AO3 link
Emily sat in her bedroom, hands over her ears as her parents argued in the other room. She didn’t really understand what was going on. They hadn’t always been like this, when daddy still had his job everything was fine. They didn’t fight like this that often anyway.
The yelling continued and Emily had moved into her closet, maybe the extra door between them would dampen the sound of the yelling. She sat with her legs crossed, her hands were still over her ears. When the yelling finally calmed down, she heard the sounds of stomping down the hallway, then the door to her parents bedroom slammed. Emily flinched a little and then cracked open the door of her closet and crawled out.
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The office was loud and busy, Emily sat at her desk. It was a Tuesday afternoon and she could feel the end of the day getting closer and closer and-
“Emily, Mr, Hotchner wants to see you in his office in 10 minutes.” Ashley said, poking her head into Emily’s office. Emily sighed, now she could feel her day getting longer. But she finished going over another one of Mr. Hotchner’s expense reports from his latest “business” excursion and made her way to his office.
“You wanted to see me?” She said, stepping into the man’s office. He had his phone to his ear and he held up a finger, signaling for her to wait. She sat down in the chair across from his desk and crossed one leg over the other.
“No- Haley, you aren’t listening- No- If you would just listen to- And she hung up.” He said, dropping the black phone onto its receiver. Emily raised an eyebrow, but she knew better than to ask about Mr. Hotchner’s personal life.
“So, what can I do for you?” She asked, getting straight to business.
“Oh, well as you know, our company is expanding and we need to build another factory to keep up our production.” Mr. Hotchner started, Emily nodded along, “And you suggested we buy Morgan Farms and turn build on that land, right? Well I want to send you out to the town to make negotiations with Mr. Morgan.” Emily raised an eyebrow,
“And when will this be?” She asked, her vacation was supposed to be the week of Christmas. The week where she ran off to some other place where she didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to give her the Christmas Spirit and if she ended up in some small village where she would have to do Christmas-y activities to impress some guy so he would sell her his land-
“Next week. You will leave here Monday morning and you will come back when you have this deal confirmed. Getting Mr. Morgan to sign the contract is your goal. The second you get that done, you can go on your vacation. Hell, I’ll give you two weeks instead of just the one.” Emily considered this for a couple seconds,
“Fine. I’ll get it done. But I want the vacation deal in writing.” She warned,
“Of course, Thank you Emily.” Mr. Hotchner said as she walked out of the room. She entered her office again and changed her flight.
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The air was crisp in East Rougescott, Jennifer stepped out of her home. She was quickly followed by two rowdy boys. Michael pushed past Henry, who shouted after his little brother. JJ aught the younger boy,
“Ah, are we supposed to push?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. Michael sighed,
“No, momma.” He turned to his brother, “I’m sorry Henry.” Henry shrugged and opened the passenger side door of his mother’s car. JJ ad Michael got into the car as well and JJ drove the boys to The East Rougescott K-12 School. She waved at the boys as they entered school together. She then made her way to the Bakery that she ran with her best friend Spencer.
When she pulled in to her regular spot, her phone began ringing. She took the phone from her car’s cup older and seen the name Derek Morgan on the screen. She tapped the green button to accept the call,
“Hey, Derek. Whats up?” She greeted the man on the other end of the phone.
“Hey, Jayje.” He spoke, “I just wanted to let you know that Tesque Toys is sending out someone to look at the farm, they’re, uh, interested in buying it.” He said. She was quiet for a second,
“Oh... I didn’t realize that it was going to happen so soon...” She said, a feeling of sadness washed over her,
“Well, with the baby on the way... We just can’t afford the farm.” He said, JJ sighed, she thought about Will. He had loved the farm when he was a child, and he had always been good friends with Derek, so when he inherited the farm... Well it was obvious who would help him run it, and Will became co-owner of the Farm. And then... JJ realized that she had been quiet for far too long,
“Of course, of course. Um, Are you going to discuss what they are going to do with the land? Because if the Christmas Tree Farm isn’t making enough money for us, I doubt that they will keep it.” She pointed out, “And I just... I wouldn’t want them to, just, build some factory there or something.”
“Well, we have a meeting with the representative from the company tomorrow evening. Will you be able to make it?” Derek asked, JJ thought about it. She didn’t have anything going on, but it was going to be hard to part with her half of the farm.
“Of course I’ll make it, Derek.” She said.
“Thank you, JJ. I appreciate it.”
“Of course, Derek. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”
“Yeah. Bye, Jayje.” The phone clicked as the call ended.
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The smell of fresh bakes break hit JJ as she walked into the bakery. She was thankful for Spencer, there’s no way she could do this without him. Before Will’s accident, he would care for the kids in the morning since she would be at the bakery so early. Now she appreciated Spencer’s help more than ever.
“Morning, Spence.” She called as she entered the kitchen and put her apron on, “Are we ready to open? Dave is sitting on the bench outside waiting.” Spencer set his rolling pin down and glanced at the clock,
“Yeah, I have everything prepped for the breakfast rush. Just working on orders now.” He said, turning back to his cookie dough. JJ made her way back to the front door and flipped the sign so that it read ‘Open’. As soon as she did, Dave entered the store,
“Good morning, Dave. How’s Krystall?” JJ said, beginning to pack 2 strawberry muffins and a chocolate croissant for the older man.
“She’s doing great, the kids are in town for Christmas as well, so can I get a dozen assorted muffins as well?” The older man asked, JJ smiled
“Of course.” She turned to pack the muffins as another customer entered the bakery.
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Emily parked the car at the small Inn that she would be staying at for the duration of her visit to East Rougescott. Her assistant, and friend, Penelope stepped out of the passenger seat and the two began to pull their bags from the backseat.
“Google says that there’s a bakery down the street. We should stop in for breakfast. Your meeting isn’t until tomorrow evening.” Penelope said as she looked at her phone. Emily looked around, there were Christmas decorations in every nook and cranny. She wished that she was on her flight to her small, secluded Cabin where she could be left alone.... But instead she was in a quaint little town, one that she had swore to never come to again, “What do you think? I’m sure they have coffee and I could use some coffee right about now.” Penelope interrupted Emily’s train of thought,
“Yeah, yeah. That sounds fine.” Emily spoke as she opened the door and walked to the counter.
After dropping their bags in their rooms, Emily and Penelope began the short walk to the bakery. Penelope was rattling on about how adorable this town was and how she just loved towns like this. Especially around Christmas. Emily tried hard not to roll her eyes. It wasn’t that she really hated Christmas... She just hadn’t had a good one since... Well since her father left. And it wasn’t that her mother didn’t try... She would just start thinking about the husband/father who had abandoned them and that would lead to her drinking and Emily learned that that’s when Christmas was over.
“Here we are.” Penelope said, opening the door. The bell above the door jingled as the two entered.
“Hello, I’ll be with you in just a second.” The woman at the counter spoke. She was finishing an order for an older man, so Emily and Penelope looked at all the baked goods behind the glass. When the woman finished she approached them, “What can I get for you?” She asked with a smile, Penelope gave her a big smile back,
“I’ll have a chocolate muffin and a latte. Emily?” Penelope looked at her friend, Emily looked up and it was like she was finally seeing the woman in front of her. She was beautiful. Her golden hair was pulled back and she had a gorgeous smile,
“Um, yeah-I, uh, Can... Muffin, same as her please.” Emily rambled, the woman nodded and got to work packing their pastries. Penelope gave Emily a knowing smirk as she blushed.
“That will be $10.” The woman spoke as she handed Penelope and Emily each a paper bag, “And your Latte’s will be done in a jiffy.” A tall man came out of the kitchen and added some things to the glass case. He gave the two a smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. The woman- who’s name tag read JJ- began making the two lattes.
“So, what can you tell us about Morgan Farms?” Emily asked, as she had finally gathered herself enough to make conversation. JJ faltered for a second, but neither woman noticed,
“Oh its the towns Christmas Tree Farm. It’s beautiful. I take my boys there to pick out a tree every year. The owner, Derek, he inherited the farm from his father and he lives there with his wife.” JJ explained as she poured milk into the cups, “Are you guys planning a visit?” Penelope looked at Emily,
“Yeah, we were hoping to make a purchase.” Emily replied as she took her coffee from JJ. Penelope smiled and took hers as well. Penelope dropped some cash in the tip jar,
“Well, I’ll see you around.” JJ said as the two ladies left the shop
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@thefallingcosmos ahhh nice you revealed another blog that me and the others had a feeling was you that’s nice of you. I’ll submit it to the guy you’re stalking and trying to claim crap with your fake evidence of you just talking to yourself from your many blogs. All to defend a pedophile groomer to? That’s not a good look.
The gang of rpc home truths showed me your sad post and I couldn’t help but laugh but also figured I’d reply since clearly it was meant for me and the others your are stalking. But first let’s make this clear. It was obvious that you are one of those types that has a very crappy unfulfilling life that you have to live on a stained futon in a basement and always be online. With that, me and your victim spoke to his friend and one of my members who wanted help get the truth of what happened 9 years ago out for me. You’d be surprised to know the dozens of people that enjoy posting with me in both my groups and the others I’m in. Having said that I can also be a vindictive asshole to other assholes. So I figured, if they’re willing, let’s play a game to finally find out who you are. So yes I got a few people to agree to drop hints about you and a connection to me or your victim. Knowing you refuse to believe we actually have friends and people that have nothing but nice word to say. Since you and that pedo have a habit of pretending to be other people and creating multiple Alias to hide your abusive natures behind, it’s only natural you’d project.
Given your obsession goes into photoshopping and creating various accounts and blogs to talk to yourself and make up people to drop into the dramas, I assumed you’d do this. Eventually you would fuck up and not in the ‘obvious a fake screen shot’ way since that was clear from the beginning even without how you just happen to always find people from 12 to 10 years ago on tumblr who just happen to remember whatever current narrative you make up. Oh let’s not forget how many times you change the story up when the last version didn’t work. No no you’d fuck up by revealing a little too much info where your stalker screen shots come from. All I had to do was get the three others involved to then join servers, narrow down discord and find the common thread. Then, put that in a search and find other groups you’ve joined/make and find one that promotes that pedo you love. Then once that was confirmed as you, search again to find any other Aliases, eventually getting an email address which led to someone (admittedly a little embarrassing it took all this to find them) that was always on my your victim’s friend list on both Skype and discord. Which in turn that person was happy to tell how they were a friend of yours til you ‘went crazy’ on them and they decided to give an email that upon searching lead to a social media account that got us your real name. Mission accomplished and 3 hours wasted, we all went about our days.
As for my part of your stalker unhinged obsessed fan behavior. I have no idea who you are and it’s great your finally going to grow up and go away. You do understand that no one believes you or cares about what you say right? Your behaviors alone show how toxic you are and that the person you’re trying to defend apparently has a known history of harassing, stalking, stealing, and attempting to smut with minors. I’m glad I never had to deal with that person as they never polluted my screen in the brief time I was on jcink or here on tumblr. It also helps me keep track of the loser trolls who still wanna make up stories about me so thank for your help.
I’m also unaware of what you mean by ‘leave people alone’. ITS YOU PEOPLE THAT HARASS OTHERS. I’ve literally been enjoying my time minding my own business since the last time my Alias got brought up. It’s you all that started to randomly harass blogs, track discord accounts, gaslight people, harp on endlessly until the people that don’t like you started to send in anons to people about you all. All I had to do was post how I’m going through archives and looking at tags blogs used and then anon to a few blogs on both sides that you all stalk hinting at the same. That’s all the people you guys piss off needed to do all the work. Hell, one of us even knows people that are publicly on your side we’re sending in anons basking you guys. And that’s not even counting the trolls, the trolls who just wanna spread chaos and see the world burn. You just have to get them interested and sit back and watch. Watch what they do and watch as you stalkers go crazy making up things and openly stalking people thinking it shows your a sane rationale human being. As your victims just sit back and tell THE SAME STORY they’ve always told which you guys can’t do as you’re on draft 99 at this point. It’s really quite funny. Especially when you just bring up how interesting it is that the story changed AGAIN and you psychopaths are saying ‘don’t listen to then, don’t view their evidence, but listen to our new script and our complete lack of evidence and believe it!!’
And on a personal note, it’s been quite a laugh riot seeing my new friends give you the run around with changing up their discord usernames and such haha. It was literally being done to prove you’re a stalker and let yourself reveal your discord.
you understand I’ve been extremely active on tumblr for the last 9 years and it’s only been you psychotic 40 year old trolls that have been attacking and harassing people right? I’ve remained mostly quiet and just posting evidence new and old showing the actual dramas I’ve had. I leave just enough info of the others I speak to so that those that actually know what happened 9 years ago know these are indeed from conversations with me and these people. Those of you that have no business interfering in events you know nothing about can sell whatever narrative you want to without a shred of evidence to prove it. Maybe I will give your prime victim my attorney’s number after all most of what we collected on you deals with him and your delulus. But you know what they say. Delulu is the solulu and that seems to be your motto.
Also lawyers don’t work that way. You call or email for a consultation and if they want to take your case then someone like you either gets the summons once everything gathered is verified. Or you get notices like a Cease and Desist which is more the route your victim and the one abused by your friend can go. I can go that route as well as a notice of intent to sue as not only are you and others harassing and stalking me but also making harmful untrue statements against the way I make a living and I can potentially be owed financial compensation. I mean how do you guys think the primary way I got that crazy fan that started their drama with me to back off? It wasn’t just my attempted S, it was the fact that I could go after them for both financial compensation and for their breaking of the anti bullying, harassment, and stalking cyber laws my state has. Which admittedly 9 years ago were written very archaically. You literally had to have either S’d yourself and your family had to try and get the person charged or if you ‘failed’ you had to have a therapist to say you would do it again because of the harassment/stalking/bullying. But then they could hold you for being a danger to yourself.
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Negative Reviews About Taxi Sherwood Park
K 8 They charged my son $12 and when I called to ask why, they confirmed their flat rate is $10 but sometimes they charge $12 or $15. He drove my son 3km. This isn't right to take advantage of people. My son is 17 but didn't realize he charged him more until after.
Cory Blake The guy that drives the Toyota Prius in the morning overcharges. If you tell him what every other cab driver in sherwood park charges he will say he doesn't know how they make money and demand you pay him $15 for a $10 ride (will settle for $13). I can tell you how those other guys make money its called repeat business you get that for treating your customers fairly I will never use Taxi Sherwood Parks services again and I would reccomend neither do you
Andolith Terlynn I ordered a taxi for my Daughter to be pickup up and brought home. On the call no mentions of pre paid services, or anything of the sort!
When the cab arrived they Refused her service until the cab was pre-paid. As she had no money, they were willing top leave her and NOT contact me back to discuss what had happened. WILL NEVER USE THIS SERVICE AGAIN, and if you care about your loved ones you shouldn't rely on them either.
Mathieu Lemay I call for taxi earlier and the guy charge me 15$ from walmart Emeral hill to stop 2 minute grab my food at Opa in the same area emeral then drope off at sandman hotel 1km away this not make any sense i call to get ride just 30 minute before and the guy charge me 10$ so 25$ for ride back and forth sandman-walmart its little expensive i think
David G Flat rate cabs do not follow their own pricing. I was kidnapped today by a cab driver for not paying “his” flat rate and beyond that was argumentative when I pulled up the pricing list, Showing him the drop down menu with the price listing of Sherwood park.
I was dropped off less than 2km away from my location and was charged $14 I refused to pay and told him it was $10 the day before. I discovered the Sherwood park pricing list on the website when I went to show him. which is half the price of what I was being charged! $7 for short trips and $15 cross town He locked me in the cab demanding I pay “his” flat rate and he can charge whatever flat rate he wants since it’s his cab.
After reading back the website verbatim to him he started screaming at me saying that it’s his cab and his prices, I wouldn’t budge, he started arguing for about 10 minutes with me until he threw the debit back at me back with $10 with the tip option open. After paying he Threw the receipt at me, I leave and shut the door and he peels off.
Do yourself a favour and pay the little extra for Uber or Lyft and have the safety and security of having the drive recording through your app and also through the dash cam recording within.
Vandana Thagria Poor taxi service. They advertise that they charge flat rate to the airport but it’s not true. On Saturday morning I called them to get the cab for Edmonton international airport because I checked on their add it was saying $49 to the Airport and when driver dropped me at the airport I asked the driver about the price and he was asking $75 dollar. Because on the meter it was showing $75. When I asked the driver about the flat rate then he replied me, “ No flat rate on weekend”. He had no sense of talking. He had very bad communication skills. I request to the management to post the proper adds on google. Otherwise you will loose your business. Be careful guys from these people. taxi sherwood park company with blue decals they are cheater . so never ever use this company
Brian Sandberg I take a taxi to the same place Everytime I take one and it's always $10…..It's not even halfway across town. I had one charge me $11, saying the dollar was for the machine…and I've had them try and charge me $15…..It clearly states on the website $10 local, $15 across town. I'm getting sick of these guys trying to rip me off all the time. And one guy has a metre on his phone. Which is NOT flatrate. Crooks.
Darrel S Poor excuse for drivers. Not knowledgeable of areas within Sherwood Park.
Bilasi Kumar worst experience of my life…taxi sherwood park Very deceiving in title of company. I also had a friend take a trip to west end of edmonton, had no battery on his phone asked the driver to use phone to call mother and was told no. Not to mention the language barrier is brutal. Will never take them again, and will actively promote against please aware from this company
Dan Wilson Don’t bother to call this company their drivers are ripping off their company. Car 555 gave me ride today and he had his own device on phone to accept the card but when I asked for receipt he didn’t give me nothing. Very shady business stay away
Ron Smith Cab smelt like BO! Drivers mixed up address and when I called to ask why my cab hasn’t arrived, I was told he didn’t show up because they forgot the address. They also don’t believe in masks at the peak of pandemic.
Anonymous Society Your drivers in sherwood are scoundrels. They demand more money than what has shown. They made taxi service like truck by bargaining. They ask unnecessary questions boarding the cab. They demand more money to switch on AC. Without AC we cannot survive in Canada due to heat and sweat. Looks of drivers are like rogues and rough. The way they speak also rough and tough.
Preet Chahal It was my worst experience and i will never recommend this taxi to anyone. I called them and the driver reached after 40 minutes. They called me from no caller id and I didn’t pick call because it was from no caller id. Driver doesn’t waited for me. After that i called them again and they said just 3 minutes. But he taken again 15 minutes. I was supposed to reached at work 3 pm but I reached at 3.30 pm. I have never written negative review before for anyone but today i am writing bcz they annoyed me so much…
Cindy Conroy I booked a taxi to go to the airport he was late missing my flight. If your on a timeline DONT call
Jack Bernard Worst taxi company I have ever called! I asked for a cab and they said 20 mins and it took over an hour. All they had to do was tell me the truth that they were busy I wouldn’t have been mad their are plenty of cab companies out there. Instead I am writing the first negative review I have ever done in my life.
Shila Marie Unbelievably RUDE cab driver. Drove fast, and when asked to slow down, did not, and was dismissive. Very arrogant. Will NEVER again be using this service.
Dhruv Traveled on 13/07/2021, Mini outstation journey Initially showing $20.00 when completing journey shown $30, Its to high never ever paid to other cab during last three months.
Trinity Kootenay Rude, unprofessional, and most of all Lazy!!! these guys are the worst taxi service in sherwood park! I strongly recommend you find someone else to take you somewhere. they are very rude and awful. so slow.
Samer Lisr We can not approch the customer care if any urgency…..
So please don’t use this cabs …….
There is no proper response from this company management.
I made several complaints and they are not taking any action on that…
Rator Rye I call this flat rate taxi but driver charge me on metter. Not charge me 10$ flat rate do not use this company.. very bad company
Monica Osmond I been using this company now since I moved to Sherwood park, always takes 20m for them to get here. Rude drivers. Called today and waited 30m had to call a different company because they took so long. Don't call this company call a different, Uber is even better!!!
Soumya Jain Truly i didnt liked their service, i expected more but i get less.
Soumya Bagda Didnt get satisfied with their services, no response, no respect for customers.
Arsh Vashisht Worst service of taxi sherwood.They didn’t refund nor custom care attends the call…..Driver overcharged me and they don’t take any action
Much more
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Xact loan reviews
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Suspicious Minds
-summary: reader watches her memories play in front of her as if she was watching a film of her life.
-pairing: reader x fezco (implied female reader, Fez calls reader “ma�� once.)
-a/n: thank you guys for your love and notes on my last fic! this one is is angst deluxe, so I apologize in advance! i was just thinking about episode 8 predictions and this came to mind, so I hope you guys enjoy. If you’d like to get the full experience, listen to Elvis’ Suspicious Minds while reading--its where I got the inspiration!
-tw // talks of death, abuse, drugs, language (i think lol), angst, sexual themes (kinda). Please let me know if i missed anything!
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You had always heard that time seems to stand still when you’re dying. Memories flash in front of you as your mind begins to fade away into the bleak nothingness that is peace. But, as you laid there, you felt no pain. Maybe it was the adrenaline kicking in, or maybe it was the scenes your mind played in order to hide the chaos that was surrounding you.
You’re taken back to being 12-years old and being brought into Fez’s home after taking a nasty hit from your father while he was on a drunk rampage. No stranger to what goes on behind closed doors next-door at your house, Fez took your hand and cleaned your split lip without saying a word. After that night it went without saying, but you were never going back to your dad’s, it wasn’t as if the drunk would notice you were even gone. You found your family in Marie, Fez and little Ash and you would spend the rest of your life thankful for them for saving you that night, without so much as a second thought to how you could’ve disrupted their own lives.
The next scene was the night you guys brought Marie home from the hospital. After setting everything up for her and then putting Ash to bed, you two sat up all night smoking blunts and worrying about the future. Unable to take the quietness, you scoured through Marie’s vast music collection until you came across From Elvis in Memphis. An album that you held close to your heart, as it seemed to always be playing throughout your childhood. As the opening notes to Suspicious Minds starts, you pulled Fez up to dance with you. This song in particular was a favorite between you and Fez. Albeit the lyrics aren’t very fitting for your relationship, you still found yourselves swaying back and forth, basking in each other's embrace while quietly singing the song in each other's ear. As the line “Oh, let our love survive. I'll dry the tears from your eyes, let's don't let a good thing die” played softly through the speakers, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace come over you while in Fez’s arms. You knew at that moment that it didn’t matter how young you two were, as long as you had each other you would survive anything thrown at you. Ash would be taken care of, business would continue as normal, and Grandma would be cared for for the rest of her days.
Several moments blur together after that. You watch Ash grow up before your eyes all over again. Reliving moments such as the scolding from hell that you gave him when he showed up to the dinner table with face tattoos, each time he gave you one of his signature hand drawn mothers day cards, and the countless movie nights in which Fez gave him a rare night off to just be a kid. You smiled at the memories, feeling so privileged to have gotten to love and protect that kid as if he was your own. The scenes seemed to flash towards Fez for a moment. It was as if you were watching yourself fall in love with him again, but from the outside this time. You watched countless dances to the same Elvis song, endless kisses shared underneath the warm confines of Fez’s sheets, and too many jokes that never made much sense but never failed to make you laugh until your sides cramped. One moment stood out in particular though–the night you all got home after the infamous New Years party. After you cleaned up his hands, you and Fez held each other in bed that night. While you were proud of him for standing up and getting his revenge on Nate, and also knew that Fez could handle his own, it didn’t stop you from worrying about whatever revenge Nate inevitably had in store for him. Sensing your worry, Fez grabbed both of your hands and brought them to his lips, before turning to his bedside table to grab something out of the drawer. Turning back around, he produced a small silver band with both your birthstones in it. The only words spoken from him in that moment played on repeat in your head for the weeks following. “It’s been you since we were 12, ma. I’m gonna replace this with the real thing eventually, but for now I just want you to have a physical reminder that I got you for life.”
Suddenly, as if the lights were turned on in a dark theater abruptly, there's a searing pain felt throughout your body. The film your mind was playing faded quickly and was replaced with fuzzy images of your surroundings. You could hear glass shattering around you, as you felt hands turn you around. While everything around you sounded muffled, you could hear Ash cursing you in the distance for pushing him out of the way of a stray bullet, as the intruders opened fire on your home. As you began to cough, you felt someone drag your body into their arms. Blinking a few times to try and rid the overwhelming sense of sleepiness, you could make out the ginger beard above you. Holding you close to his chest as he prayed to whatever God was listening to him, you knew that whatever happened tonight, that your boys would be okay. You knew from a young age that you’d lay down your life for these boys, and though it hurts to know you’re losing them, it’s comforting to know that at least they’re not losing each other this way. As your consciousness begins to fade, you can hear Fezco’s grief-stricken voice softly singing in your ear. You begin to feel that same overwhelming sense of peace, that you always seemed find in Fezco’s arms, as you listen to the love of your life lull you into the darkness.
“Oh, let our love survive. I'll dry the tears from your eyes, let's don't let a good thing die…”
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Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot
Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,588
Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.
A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading
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You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes
with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.
When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.
The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.
“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.
He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.
“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”
You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.
“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.
“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.
“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.
“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.
“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.
“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”
“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.
“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.
“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.
“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.
“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.
“Mhmmm,” he replies.
“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.
“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.
“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”
“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.
You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.
“Shut up,” you responded.
“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.
“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.
Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.
“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.
“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.
“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.
You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.
You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.
“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.
“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.
“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.
“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.
“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.
“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”
He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.
“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.
“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.
“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.
“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.
Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.
“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.
“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.
“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.
“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”
“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.
“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.
“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“
He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.
You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.
“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.
You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.
“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.
You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.
It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.
The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.
This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.
When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.
“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.
You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.
You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.
His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.
“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.
“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.
“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.
“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.
“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.
“I’m good,” he replied coldly.
You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.
He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.
“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”
His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.
“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.
In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.
He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.
“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.
He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.
Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.
“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.
You roll your eyes, “shut up.”
“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.
He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.
You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.
“What if he comes back?”
“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.
Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.
As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.
“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.
“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.
“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.
“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.
You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.
He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.
But you knew how to get what you wanted.
“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.
Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.
You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.
“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.
He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.
“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.
You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.
“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.
“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.
“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.
“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.
You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.
You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.
He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.
“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.
“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.
“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”
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♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡
𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.
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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛
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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.
“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”
Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”
“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously, “You just like picking fights.”
“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to.
Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft.
He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.
Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.
Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”
Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”
Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”
“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.”
“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics.
“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”
Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you.
You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.
Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”
Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”
“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”
“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”
“You asked why I stayed with her and I told you.”
“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”
A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”
Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "
"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."
'8:12 PM'
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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony.
The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance.
The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule.
You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled.
Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.
“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."
A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"
Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."
"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"
Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."
Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”
Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?"
You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."
Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count.
Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.
"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.
So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”
Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”
The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”
Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream.
If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”
You smiled.
The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.
Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.
As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.
Afterall, you were his woman.
And he loved you.
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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .
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Do you have a link to the What Pumpkin statement? I need the details.
i'll just paste the text because theres too much for me to get in 10 screenshots, it was in an email to hiveswap backers
For backers only
Over the years, a lot of misinformation as well as deliberate disinformation has spread around about the history of Hiveswap. The purpose of this post is to clarify these matters for backers who've been wondering what the truth is.
The Kickstarter was planned by the What Pumpkin business development team in mid 2012. One member of the team was a crowdfunding specialist who led the planning process and managed the contracts with the developer. Prior to the Kickstarter opening for pledges, What Pumpkin worked out a plan for a flexible game concept that could be refined according to how much the campaign ultimately brought in. As Hussie was still working on Homestuck full time at this point, the plan was to hand over his game concept and story outline to a development company that could deliver the project.
The crowdfunding campaign finished out at a gross total of $2,485,506, as well as a gross total of $207,930 from PayPal pledges. But because of platform fees, as well as the costs of producing and shipping merchandise to backers of the campaign, the effective budget was significantly lower than the gross pledged total:
The above deductions from the gross total do not include taxes.
After determining the final budget for the game, What Pumpkin signed an agreement with the contracted game company (hereafter “GC”) to develop Hussie’s game concept. WP and GC entered into a development contract on November 30, 2012, shortly after the conclusion of the Homestuck Kickstarter. WP paid $788,000 to GC in late 2012 for development.
Because there was an understanding that delivering the complete game development documents would take some time, during which it would be difficult for GC to make meaningful progress on the Hiveswap game build, GC inquired about getting involved with other Homestuck-adjacent projects to do immediate work. WP let GC know about the Act 7 animation plans. With an assurance that this work could be done in parallel with a flexible timeline and would not impact the development cycle of Hiveswap itself, Hussie and What Pumpkin saw this as a good opportunity to establish a working relationship with this organization prior to the start of development and agreed to contract GC to do animation work for the Act 7 project. WP and GC agreed that this project would have a separate budget from the Hiveswap Kickstarter money, paid for from WP’s regular operating funds. As the existence of this animation itself would not be revealed until its release in 2016, this was not publicly announced at the time. GC and the lead animator on the project specifically requested not to be credited upon release of the animation.
Hussie initiated the “Megapause” on April 14, 2013 in order to devote his full attention to finalizing the Hiveswap development documents. What Pumpkin soon provided its story documents so that GC could formally begin core systems development. In July of 2013 WP and GC mutually agreed to push back GC’s deliverable dates without penalty. Hussie would share an update in 2013 detailing the state of predevelopment: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/708686
In 2013 following receipt of WP’s deliverables, GC enthusiastically assured WP that it was positioned to begin development. GC would deliver its first prototype in early 2014.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qSXwWKD5Km1yL-3Cj_W5IevW-IA978zJ/view?usp=sharing
This prototype, linked above, was sent to WP on 2/18/14. At this point, it was becoming a significant concern among backers that WP had yet to show proof that the game was being made, so WP was looking for any sort of tangible progress update from GC that was suitable to share with the public. But Hussie and WP found the quality of the prototype somewhat alarming, and decided that sharing any shots from the game would only cause embarrassment for GC. Nevertheless, WP was still willing to assume that this was a very early draft of something that would develop into a more promising product soon, and gave GC some more time to improve on it.
But the improvements didn’t come. No other advancements on the prototype were ever made. After waiting weeks with no update other than assurances that progress was carrying on smoothly, Hussie initiated the “Gigapause” both to take care of personal matters and later to get directly involved in the development of the game himself. He decided to move to southern California from the east coast in hopes that working directly with the GC could help them overcome whatever obstacles they were facing with Hiveswap’s development. GC responded positively to the prospect of Hussie’s involvement, but when he made the move and tried to coordinate a time to visit the GC offices and meet, GC insisted it was a bad time due to office renovations and a busy schedule. Here is a timeline with quotes from emails exchanged between Hussie and GC:
May 12, 2014 - from Hussie to GC
“Just letting you know I actually moved to the west coast recently. I'm only an hour or so away from LA now.
I could drive down and check out the office, see how things are going with the game and animation in person some time soon. Is there a time that would work for you guys? In a week or two maybe?”
May 15, 2014 - from GC to Hussie
“That's awesome about being on the west coast. It'd be great to have you come to the studio.
Dev has slowed a bit on our end, as we wanted to take a step back and really evaluate what was needed and the best way to achieve the features that have been coming online in the docs. We're continuing to break that all down so we can build and plan most effectively moving forward. We also wanted to find some simple formats for input from your writing team for dialogue content and are getting that squared away.
The best time to come by would actually be right after E3. Things are a bit nuts until then.”
May 18, 2014 - from Hussie to GC
“[Name redacted], sounds good. I'll set aside some time after E3 to make the drive down. As we approach the date, just let me know what works for you.”
E3 was June 10-12, 2014. GC did not invite Hussie to visit at this time.
Hussie and WP representatives were in LA over July 4th weekend, 2014. When they inquired about visiting the offices again they were still not welcome. A GC representative insisted that they meet at a restaurant instead. Yet GC continued to telegraph that they were receptive to the idea of inviting Hussie to the office well into the summer:
Aug 18, 2014 - from GC to Hussie
“We'd love to set up a new time for Andrew to come to the studio as well as a skype chat to meet the other team members.”
Despite apparent enthusiasm about meeting with Andrew in their email correspondence, GC continued the pattern of refusing to meet at the office or supply any signs of progress on the prototype.
Over that summer, GC delivered several pieces of concept art that WP had been requesting since January. Hussie did his best to present this publicly as a positive development as WP felt it would be counterproductive to the project and harmful to GC to publicly detail the development troubles at the time.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/883860
There was no indication from GC that the Act 7 animation project was in any way in conflict with Hiveswap development. GC was enthusiastic about taking on this project, and bidded against other animators for the contract. They saw it as a useful tie-in to concept art work on Hiveswap, as GC leadership conveyed in an email to WP in early 2013:
WP also does not have any reason to believe that the Act 7 project in practice created a conflict that was not disclosed by GC to WP. Act 7 was a 2D animation project, and Hiveswap at the time was a 3D game, so it did not pull GC’s programmers or 3D artists away from work on Hiveswap. GC never mentioned the development needs of a separate project at all to WP, or cited any such reason as distracting from work on Hiveswap; GC instead repeatedly provided WP with various assurances that everything was still fine with Hiveswap.
Had GC communicated that they had scheduling conflicts or some other impediment preventing them from developing Hiveswap, WP would have terminated the contract even sooner.
WP moved to terminate the agreement with GC late summer of 2014, and Hussie pivoted towards establishing a new independent game studio while consulting with a designer who had stepped up into a leadership position during the GC development period. That individual lived in NYC, which is why that location was chosen to establish the new studio rapidly. They helped build the studio through a local network of professional contacts. While this “What Pumpkin NYC” studio shared a name with What Pumpkin, it’s important to note that all of WP NYC’s studio staff save for the aforementioned individual were hired without any prior affiliation with WP and thus had no association with the GC contract. WP documented this development on Kickstarter on October 30th, 2014. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/1035099
At this point, negotiations were very amicable; both parties agreed the project simply wasn’t turning out to be a good fit for GC, and were both ready to move on. There were no signs given at all that WP was about to have trouble recovering the remaining funds.
WP is legally permitted to discuss details of the resolution of the dispute only under very specific circumstances. WP may make additional disclosures outside of this post to individual backers in accordance with legal obligations.
Following resolution of the GC contract, in Spring 2015 the WP NYC studio was running at full capacity on Hiveswap. The main problem was the fact that WP management was blindsided by the revelation that much less money would be coming back than expected. The WP NYC project manager had designed the schedule based on the good faith presumption that most of the development funds would be recouped. When it was finally revealed the return was far short of what was expected, and the repayment plan could in no way keep up with the schedule as currently drafted, it threw the project into a period of chaos as plans were quickly redrawn. The length of Act 1 was slashed, and other modifications were made to try to fit the rest of Act 1 into the newly shortened runway. But in the end, the revisions still weren't enough to save the game as it existed, and the studio needed to be closed in order to reserve what funds remained to finish the project in some form.
This may have come across as a sudden or spontaneous decision. Part of this is because the WP NYC senior staff and WP ownership were doing everything in their power to save the project, including injecting WP regular operating funds into the project, until it was determined that going any further would be disastrous for the future of Hiveswap. Another is that WP was legally unable to give any detailed disclosures about the financial troubles, even to many of the WP NYC staff.
It should also be noted that originally the NYC studio was not going to be permanently closed, but only frozen for a reassessment of the project. But during this freeze period, there were some dramatic events. One staff member behaved in a destructive and threatening manner. For the protection of those involved, details shouldn't be disclosed. But these events made navigating the post-freeze issues impossible. Communication between ownership, management and staff broke down because of these events, and the freeze turned into full closure. This version of the project was then abandoned for many reasons, including these events.
Some misinformation claims that at the time the WP NYC studio was shuttered, its iterations of Act 1 and 2 were complete. This is wrong. Act 1 was very far from a shippable state and absolutely no work on Act 2 had been completed besides some concept and 3D art. Here you can see a video documenting one of many major bugs with critical path progression in the final build produced by WP NYC, where it becomes impossible to re-focus on the Simon Says toy if Joey fails and then exits out of the puzzle:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1M2mmkMx8Wkwp1VU_5IpMKDvngmUFS0IG/view?usp=sharing
At the point the WP NYC studio was frozen it was still difficult to finish a full run of the critical path without the debug tool, and the UI was far from complete. With that build, Act 1 ended the moment Joey passed through the portal on Earth. The current version of Act 1, where Joey makes it to Alternia and meets Xefros, is more indicative of the original length of the NYC version of Act 1. Not only did it need to be slashed from what the original script proposed, the NYC version of Act 1 still wasn't that close to resembling a shippable product after those changes were made.
Because of the amount of time and resources already devoted to this project, WP was initially very reluctant to lay anyone off or scrap the work being done. It was for this reason that the studio stayed open for months after the contract with GC was resolved; WP made every effort to deliver a game with that team, but at the time WP NYC was shuttered, the funds just weren't there to keep the studio running at its current burn rate and schedule slips. The game was never going to reach delivery with the funds available. The studio urgently needed to be frozen for a full reassessment, and then it was closed after the freeze due to the reasons stated above. This was the only course of action that could have saved the project.
To WP's knowledge every artist whose work was used in the final release of Act 1 was included in the credits. The final version of Act 1 was in large part built off concept art and storyboards drawn during the WP NYC era, and many of the artists who made them continued to work on the team that produced the final version of Act 1; the roadmap for the completion of Act 1 was specifically planned because WP had determined that the existing 2D concepts could easily be refined into a final product that would both be visually appealing and more economic to produce. Unfortunately due to the transition to 2D WP no longer had a place for the 3D artists or the original 3D engine, and all of those assets were dropped. They were not used as a basis for the finished assets in Act 1, and visual similarities to WP NYC 3D assets are due to the fact that final Act 1 assets are in large part refinements of the original concept art. Any artist whose work was used incidentally was included in Additional Contributions.
Both the GC and NYC phases of Hiveswap were setbacks to the overall fulfillment of the project, but not insurmountable. WP reorganized the budget to establish a new version of the studio, and Act 1 was released two years after the closure of NYC.
As an addendum, WP has identified the primary source of a disclosure to a well-circulated document of the Hiveswap development process. WP has been aware of a pattern of false claims this former employee has made since the end of their employment at the beginning of 2014. As this individual was not present during the end of the development contract with GC, nor the WP NYC development period, all of the information they have shared is based on speculation and conjecture.
At this time, WP does not wish to invite more controversy into the lives of anyone previously involved with this project, and considers these matters to have been resolved long ago. The goal for years has been to turn the page on flawed attempts by earlier studios, and simply move forward and bring Hiveswap to completion without sparking the chaos, disruption, and threats to personal safety that would have resulted from disclosing many of the details stated above. Doing so would only make it more difficult for the staff to rebuild the project during these periods immediately following the termination of the GC agreement and closure of the NYC studio. Since preservation of the project was the primary responsibility to the backers, making destructive disclosures that put the project at risk along the way would have been at odds with that responsibility. This policy also served to protect individuals from personal or professional harm, including those who were responsible for serious setbacks with the project. Please respect the privacy of any persons affiliated with GC and WP NYC.
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MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...
‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!
Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4
*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.
There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-
“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”
And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!
((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))
Luci-dad
So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.
“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”
Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”
“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”
Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)
MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.
Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.
...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.
MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.
Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child
Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.
“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”
The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.
“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”
MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.
“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”
Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.
“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”
MC perked up. “Who?”
“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”
“What’d you do?!”
Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”
MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”
“Really now?”
“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”
“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”
You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.
“Ouch...”
Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!
MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.
For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.
That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)
Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.
“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”
The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.
“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”
“Hello.”
“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.
Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”
“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.
“I don’t need a babysitter!”
Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’
MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.
Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.
“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.
“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”
“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”
Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”
“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”
“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”
“Driving?”
“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”
The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!
Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!
At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-
That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)
He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!
Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!
Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.
They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?
Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.
“Ugh!”
The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-
“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.
Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-
Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.
“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.
“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”
Henry 2.0 did not respond.
“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”
“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”
MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.
The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.
Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.
Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”
MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.
The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)
Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.
Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”
MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.
“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.
“Meow.” The backpack replied.
“I said shhhhh.”
The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.
“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”
Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”
When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...
It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!
Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.
“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.
“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”
MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”
Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.
“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”
MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”
With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.
The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”
Thirty minutes later.
“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”
Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).
Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.
At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.
The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-
Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.
That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.
Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!
Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?
“Asmodeus-”
“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”
“Asmo-”
“No, not these ones either...”
“ASMODEUS.”
Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...
“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”
“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”
MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”
“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”
“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”
“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.
“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.
“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.
“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”
“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.
“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”
“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.
Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”
MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”
The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.
After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.
Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.
Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)
“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”
MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.
Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.
The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)
Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.
Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.
Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?
...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.
The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!
Mmm... peas...
“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.
“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”
“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”
“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”
MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.
“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.
“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”
MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...
“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”
Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”
MC nodded. “I... hope so.”
Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.
“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”
“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”
Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.
The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)
Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.
Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.
A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.
(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)
Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.
What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.
Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.
“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.
“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”
Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.
“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.
Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.
“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.
“Lucifer.”
“Afternoon, father.”
Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.
Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-
“You three..!”
Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!
“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”
“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...
Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...
Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.
“Try not to suck so bad.”
“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”
“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”
“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”
Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.
Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)
A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!
Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.
Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!
He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.
He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...
Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.
(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)
Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.
“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”
Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”
Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”
“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.
Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.
“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.
MC suddenly feared for their safety.
“Okay MC, catch!”
Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.
“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”
“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.
Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”
“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”
“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.
“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.
“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”
Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.
“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”
“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”
“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”
Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.
“M-mammon?!”
“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”
Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.
That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.
(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)
#Obey me#Obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date#Obey me Headcanons#If you got through all of that... thank you! you’re a real one!#obey me! headcanons#Obey me Lucifer#Obey me MC#Obey me Mammon#Obey me Leviathan#Obey me Satan#obey me asmodeus#Obey me Beelzebub#Obey me Belphegor#Obey me Diavolo#obey me dialuci#Dialuci#Obey me! Lucifer#obey me! belphegor#obey me! beelzebub#Obey me! Mammon#obey me! leviathan#Obey me! Satan#obey me! asmodeus#Obey me! Diavolo#Lucifer’s Kid#This was legit so fun to write! I’ve been thinking about this idea for a while now and it’s so nice to see it finally in written format!#keep in mind: I wrote this with the idea that MC was 13/14 years old
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Dabi/ Touya Todoroki x Fem reader
Genre: Smut
Synopsis: You haven’t seen Dabi in a year and he seems to miss you a whole bunch.
words: 1.9k
Cw: minor manga spoilers, slight degrading, overuse of the word doll, you get walked-in on and I'm sure there's a word for that I just can't think of, voyeurism
The threat of being arrested loomed over your boyfriend's head since becoming a villain. Apparently, the fear of never being free again was stomped out by his ambition to overthrow his father.
So when he was captured during an ambush, you felt your heartbreak for him. No matter what had happened in his childhood, life in prison was the only outcome you could think would happen.
Your heart shattered when you were proven right.
You haven't seen Dabi in a year, he was constantly being transferred into higher security prisons. Not to mention the times you tried to visit but he was placed in solitary right before, his bad habit of getting into fights finally caught up to him.
The time made you think about all the nights you spent laying under the stars talking about your future, a peaceful life, maybe a family. Or all the evenings you would dance around your living room in that shitty apartment as a soft waltz plays from the speaker. You’ll never get the chance to have a nice wedding or that baby girl, he would treat so well-
“Um, Y/n? You’ve been cleared to enter.”
Shooting your head up at the mention of your name you take notice of the guard holding the door to the visitation rooms open. You could feel his eyes on you as you placed the fashion magazine back into its place, before grabbing your small purse and walking over to the man.
He led you down a monotonous hallway bringing you to a stop before door number 12.
As he went to open the door he asked once more if you had anything in your purse that could aid in an escape of a high-class prisoner, you're sure the reminder of just who your boyfriend is was a dig at you. But you couldn't even care about that.
He warned you one last time before opening the door and stepping in, taking a second to stand there when a deep familiar voice rang out from the depth of the room,
“Dude, no offense but I was getting in the mood to see my girl, and seeing you really turned me off, where is she anyway?” you rushed to step in immediately noticing the taunting smirk on his scarred face, “ah! There she is! How are ya Doll?”
Unable to hide your overwhelming rush of emotions, you almost ran towards the man, who promptly stood, letting you wrap your arms firmly around his waist. He maneuvered his still cuffed wrists over your head, pressing you into his body.
Slightly swaying your bodies, he lifted his head towards the guard, who was stationed in the corner by the door ( observation, a skill you picked up from one of Dabi’s impromptu survival lessons) raising his hands, “Man couldn't you undo these one time? They're ruining our reunion.”
You let out a soft, wet laugh at the humor that you missed so much, letting a sniffle out as he stuffed his cheek into your hair, eyes still burning into the guard.
“You know we can’t Mr. Todoroki, it’s against policy for high-class profiles” You could tell this guy did not like you or your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you knew it.
At the excuse, Dabi let out a loud groan and spun you to sit on the couch adjacent to the chair he plopped himself onto. Settling from across from him you finally got to take a look at him, the look was reciprocated as he stared back at you.
He wasn't as skinny as you expected, that meant he was eating well, or as well as he could in this situation. His skin looked less blistered, definitely from the lack of quirk use. The staples on his hands were replaced with actual stitches and seemed to be healing.
But most notably was the white roots poking out of his dyed locks, something you would never see. He would dye his roots the second his natural color peaked through. It was almost like looking at a different person.
But his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips as he smirked back at you, and the deep chuckle when he noticed your stare. All telltale signs he was the same man you knew, and loved, for the last six years of your life.
“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?”
You couldn't help but let out a smile at the nickname, “Your hair, and your eyes, and your arms, and your, your everything. I can't believe it’s really you” Yu tried to laugh the last phrase out but your soft sobs got in the way.
He gave you a smile and held his arms out, making small ‘grabby hands’ at you, motioning you to come back into his arms.
“Well you didn't come all this way to just look at me, and, dude can’t you just take ‘em off for a minute. These things are totally ruining our moment”
Before the man could answer an intercom blared into the room a fight had broken out in the main corridor and they needed all guards in the area. Meaning he had to leave, at least for a few minutes.
He shot the both of you a look, reaching to grab his keys from his belt, opening the door, “I will be right back, I’m locking the door, the cuffs are staying on. The door will be locked until I come back, no funny business. Am I understood?”
You gave the man a curt nod as he shut the dock, as the lock clicked in place you were thrown onto the couch, your coat and purse threw to the floor. Dabi was looming over you in seconds, pulling his arms apart snapping the chain of his handcuffs.
“H-hey! What-”
“Doll, I haven't gotten off in a year and all of a sudden you show up and we were handed a golden opportunity I will not waste” he growled as he slipped your top off.
Reaching behind you he unhooked your bra, throwing it into some corner of the room, something he’ll probably manage to sneak back into his cell with. He kneeled in between your legs leaning to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other, maintaining eye contact.
“Fuck I missed these, my head doesn’t give you credit, mouse” you missed this, you missed his voice, you missed the way he bit your neck as a hand reached down to maneuver your shorts down your legs.
He lifted his head, admiring the marks he left on your neck, pushing you to sit against the armrest. Then pulling your thighs to his shoulders pressing his face into your dripping core. Giving it a small lick and a guttural rumble from his throat. “Oh, baby you shaved just for me? Now I've got to give you a taste. And you’re just as wet as I remember”
Attaching his lips to your clit, giving it a suck, you followed his command of playing with your hard nipples aiding in the build of your orgasm. Reaching a hand to hand onto his colored locks, pulling him closer to you while tightening your thighs around his head. His chuckle sent shivers to your core, adding to the wetness.
His tongue was shoved deeper into your cunt as you clench around him, riding through your orgasm. Letting you fall onto the couch, painting as he released his cock from his boxers
“You know what to do Doll, get in position.”
You couldn't forget how he wanted you if you tried. It's been buried, fucked really, into you. You're sure you would have pulled your knees to your chest, opening yourself completely, presenting yourself to him, as he fucked you.
He laughed at your submissiveness, “I’ve trained you that well? All this time and you're still my cockwhore! Say it, tell me I was a bitch in heat you are for me.”
Instead of letting you answer he fully sheathed himself in your heat, his hips flushing against yours.
“I’m not hearing you talk Doll! ‘Cmon you’ve said it before, tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy.” he accompanied each word with a roll of his hips, brushing into your clit. Bringing a hand up to roll your nipple.
“I-i’m a whore for you cock, I’m a-a well-trained bitch in heat”
“Hah! Yes, you are, my bitch in heat!”
He was pounding you into the couch, thrusting with his entire body weight straight into your cervix. Your mind was a mess of his soft growls and the finger rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. Only knowing the feeling of his cock re-carving his way into your cunt.
Mid-thrust the door swung open and you could make out the face of the shocked guard frozen in the doorway. Dabi shot a glare over his shoulder at the intruder before letting out a mocking laugh as he slowed his hip, eliciting a whine from you.
In a second, Dabi fell back, dropping you onto his cock, facing the shocked guard, who was opening his mouth attempting to speak.
“Dude, don't just stand there,” Dabi mocked snapping the guard out of whatever trance he was in, he opted to step in and shut the door going back into his former stance, “ha! Give him a show doll!”
He helped you start off by picking up your hips and dropping you back onto his cock, settling you into a steady rhythm. When you try to hang your head and look into Dabi’s burning eyes, he seems to have other ideas.
He placed his hand under your chin and pushed your face to meet the eyes of your observer, “Not at me baby, give ‘em a show, it's what he stayed for afterall” keeping with your rhythm his other hand flew down to your clit, fondling with it, laughing when you let out a gasp of his name.
You felt eyes fall onto your bouncing breasts, taking Dabi’s words too great you reached a hand to play with your pebbles nipples, letting out a pornstar worth moan, and Dabi let out a fake moan to pair with yours.
As you felt the coil in your core begin to grow, you lost your pace opting to let Dabi bounce you on his cock until he took mercy and flipped you over, throwing a leg over his shoulder.
Sensing you were close Dabi aimed for the spot in your depths, “Please, gonna cum, Please, please!” the coil was getting tighter and your cunt was squeezing him.
“Go, whore” and with that you fell apart around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shoved his cum, farther into your cavern.
A minute of breathing passed before he peeled himself off you and glanced towards the guard who choked out a command to clean yourselves up and that you only had five minutes left. Scouring the room for your clothes, Dabi surprised you when he handed your bra back until you noticed him pocketing your panties.
After staying in his arms for whatever remaining time you had left, the same guard came back and yanked the man off you and replaced the broken handcuff, locking them on his wrists.
As he was escorted out he glanced back, winked, announcing, “Bye-bye Doll, wait for next time, I’ll stuff your throat full, ok? Just wait.”
Two weeks and he’ll have to make do on that promise.
#mha dabi#dabi x reader#dabi smut#dabi x reader smut#touya todoroki#touya todoroki x reader#this is self indulgent#mha#mha smut#mha x reader#mha x reader smut#dabi is sexy#my hero x reader#my hero academia#dabi x female reader
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My favourite prompts:
A list of my favourite prompts that I’ve posted in the past, all curated into a huge list just for you guys!
1
Finally, the day has come. The villain is thought to be dead. The hero has won.
Until suddenly the hero learns the villain left them EVERYTHING in their will. Made them the owner and operator of all their illegal business.
Obviously, the hero plans to shut everything down immediately. But they quickly realize just how many people the villain employed… how many family’s they fed…
2
“You kissed me,”
“I did… and?”
“What-!? What do you mean and!?,”
“What more do you want?”
“An explanation would be a good start!”
“…or I could just do it again…”
*other person turns bright red,*
“Or… or that, I suppose,”
3
“What the hell are you doing here!?”
“I think the better question would be what in the hell are you wearing,” the villain replied, amusement clear on their face, like they were struggling to keep from laughing.
“What- it’s-” the hero blushed, remembering what they were wearing, “their pajamas! What are you-!”
“Oh my god…” the villain replied, like they were struggling to come to terms with what they were seeing, “the hero of the city not only own, but wears a onesie,”
“Excuse me!” The hero snapped in defence, “They’re comfortable!”
“They? You have more??”
4
“I gotta say hero,” The villain mused as they casually moved toward the cell bars, “I’ve been called many things in my life: monster, villain, outcast, loser, scoundrel,” they tilted their head, examining the hero before them, “but ‘our last hope?’” *clicks tongue* “that’s a first,”
5
You live in a world where anyone born with superpowers must become a super hero. It doesn’t matter what the power is, or how small it is, it is mandatory. It was deemed that having anyone with superpowers work alongside regular people was “unsafe” and “unfair.”
Every year, dozens of superhero’s with powers useless for fighting are killed.
You’ve managed to make it this long with nobody finding out you have a superpower. But how much longer can you hide in plain sight?
6
The city’s villain mysteriously disappears and hasnt been seen in a week. The people are celebrating, but the hero is worried. What if the villain is planning something big? Determined to stop whatever evil plan is brewing, the hero tracks the villain down, but they dont find what they expected. Instead of evil plotting, the villain:
-Has been taking care of a sick pet
-Come down with the flu
-Been helping arrange a friends wedding
-Found out they were pregnant
-Is getting married themselves
-Mourning the death of a loved one
-Has adopted a young pet and been occupied taking care of them
-Has been helping one of their lackeys who’s in a desperate situation
-Has been feeding the homeless and offering blankets
7
You’re the most wanted villain by all highest ranking authorities, but all the heros “just can’t seem to catch you” (they always let you get away) because all your crimes are things like stealing expensive medication and then donating it to hospitals, robbing toy stores and donating to orphanages, robbing banks and giving to charity, robbing grocery stores and feeding the homeless, ect
8
A hero/villain with the power to materialize their own tattoos. Got a wrench tattoo? Now you’ve got a wrench. Got a tattoo of wings? A bomb? A get away car? Well…
Dragon tattoos have always been popular, havent they?
9
Write about a genius inventor villain who, while watching the news, learns about a sick child in hospital doctors arnt sure they can cure. The villain realizes something theyve invented could cure the child. Now the hard part is convincing them to let the villain help.
10
The villain starts to notice the hero is feeling more down the usual, so they start leaving the hero little notes to cheer them up. All is going well until the hero figures out who is sending them.
11
In a world of magic users where everyone is divided into the 6 eye colours, and the colour of your eyes represents what your powers are. Each colour has an elemental power, can talk to a certain type of creature(Invertebrates, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, mammals), and has 3 other powers. For example, blue eyes control water, can commune with fish, etc. Everyone in the world has either red, orange, yellow, green, blue or purple eyes.
Except for you, you were born with black eyes.
Everyone is afraid of what your powers will be, but they should be more worried about the kind of creatures you can talk to…
12
A hero and a villain (and maybe their sidekicks, up to you) trapped in a haunted house or haunted location.
-One is scared so the other comforts them.
They are both scared but trying to act like they aren’t.
-One doesn’t believe in ghosts, and the other has the power to communicate with them or see them.
-Ghosts aren’t real, but one continues to try and freak the other out, who claims they aren’t scared.
-Ghost wingman. I need’ d say no more
-One gets possessed, so the other has to do the whole ‘kiss to break a curse’ thing to bring them out of it.
-The classic Person A thinks ghosts aren’t real so they prank Person B to scare them. Then shit gets real, but person B doesn’t believe person A, thinking its just another prank.
13
“I trusted you! You promised!”
“I kept my promise! I got you your results! Don’t question my methods from a top that high moral horse or yours, especially when the only reason you made a deal with me in the first place was because you were too much of a coward to do what needed to be done!”
14
The local wildfire has been growing out of control, forcing the city to have to evacuate. Suddenly, the villain with water powers shows up to lend a hand to fire fighters.
15
“Tell me hero,” the villain spoke, chains jangling from where they hung on the villains wrists as they walked up to the bars of the jail cell, “If you wanted to skip a press conference, could you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re sisters getting married, but your needed for a big event at the hero academy that day. Would you be allowed to attend the wedding? What about if your brother stole a pack of gum. Could you let it slide? Not would you, but could you?”
The hero paused. Could they? They had responsibilities! They had commitments to the city, and to the serving of justice!
The villain laughed at the heros silence, “I may be in jail, but you’re more chained then I’ll ever be,”
16
“So tell me,” the villain drawled, dragging a finger across the heros skin, making them shiver, “what changed your mind?”
17
Hero discovers the villain has a day job. It isnt at all what they expected. (Day care, animal shelter, etc)
18
“What are you going to do if you beat me, and suddenly the city dosent need a hero? What are you going to do if you get hurt and can no longer fight, and the city forgets about you just like all the heros before you? Who will you be when your legacy crumbles under the weight of all those who follow? Will you take up knitting?”
The hero stared unblinking and frozen as the villain took a step forward.
“Sure, your a hero. But what are you without that?”
The villain took another step forward.
“Your nothing, heroism is all you have. That pathetic title you curl up to every night. But without it?” They looked the hero up and down, “Absolutely nothing…”
19
A villain retires from villainy and gets plastic surgery (or simply never showed their face) so they can live a normal life without being recognized. While living their new life, they bump into the hero, and the two start falling for eachother. But the villain is terrified of the hero finding out the truth
20
The hero slammed their front door as quickly as they could, eyes wide, heart pounding.
The villain. The villain was outside their door.
“Well that was rude,”
21
A hero with magic powers, in a world where magic is unheard of. They have always kept their powers a secret, fearing they would be shunned, or tested on. They never use their powers in battle.
One day, while practicing their magic alone in the woods, the villain appears out of nowhere.
Before the hero can explain, the villain asks, “you have powers too?”
22
A hero dies. Or at least, they think they do. The next thing they know they wake up at their own funeral. And the only person there? Is the villain.
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“The worst part, is you had the nerve to call it love”
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