#okayyyy i need to shut up now
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Okay but the new gbf event, literally going to cry. I stayed up to read it last night (er this morning at 3 am), bc I was excited about it being a sequel to Together In Song. I loved Together in Song, that event fucking crushed my hear (also shipping Elta with Caro). This new event was SO GOOD. I LOVE CANTATE. WHAT THE FCUK WHAT A BABY. HER PASSION AND ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND STRUGGLE AND LOVE. What a wonderful character. I really wanted to start crying when she was so happily and excitedly info dumping about violins and Selfira was genuinely interested and enjoying listening. I need to ship this so bad. Like, I usually don’t go to hard for ships that seem mostly wholesome, but god. You can’t tell me not to hc Cantate as autistic, like there is no way I won’t. I want Selfira to meet Cantate again and for them to make music together and fall in love and ;ojlhkgjhfdghjhjgfdsfgh
more under the cut because i take issue with some of the ending of the event and started ranting about it lol
The only issue I had with the story was the ending with the “see the price is important so your instruments will be bought by professionals who can play well and bring joy to listeners.” Like whoa, I’m sorry lol, hold the fuck up. Please tell me why conflating wealth with skill (and talent as much as I hate the word talent, bc it’s often used to overlook the hard work people have put in to honing their skill lol) is a good and accurate idea. Like people who are poorer are incapable of being extremely skilled in music, what the fck gbf? Like I get the issue of don’t price your skill so slow because you put so much work into your ability. Your skill’s have value and unfortunately in a capitalistic society money is required to survive. It is her profession. In a perfect world it could just be a hobby and I think there should be zero issue letting her give instruments away for as cheap as possible. Let her do what she wants. And it was important for her to learn that letting someone thank you with materials things is not a bad thing, and it can be insulting or hurtful to refuse their gift (and explaining that there’s a cultural barrier here too that’s causing the conflict, which was great). I feel for Caro about not being sure if pushing her in the direction to leave the island and sell her instruments will make her happy. It did selfish to think of it like but all that waisted talent. Like cool, but maybe just let her do want she wants? I guess the idea was supposed to be like, well she wants to give more people a voice and doing that and helping her reach her goal means spreading her work beyond the island. I guess there was some level of, she also really needs to price higher for the sake of not being taken advantage of??? But the story insisted she was really good judge of character??? So like I guess in the end I think the only reasonable reason that I think should of been why she should price her instruments higher is that leaving the island means leaving her apprenticeship, means needing money to support herself, and the prices she was trying to charge before did not accurately reflect the hours of labor she was putting into each instrument. Like the island mentions that price of material sometimes affects the cost but did not say anything about the time that is put into making an item. I think the first part of the argument that she should value her ability more was a better argument than, you need to make your instruments more expensive so random people who cannot play them to their full potential don’t buy them all. Because professionals only care about the monetary value of an instrument. And also only professionals should play her instruments that’s literally not what she wanted. Idk that last bit came off really elitist/classist. Like let her make beautiful instruments for anybody who wants them, like fucking boo-hoo people who aren’t professional are playing them which means its a waist of such a good quality instrument, like fuck off with that. Low supply and high demand meaning only wealthy people get nice things is fucking messed up, lets not pretend it’s a good thing. Especially when the person suppling wants to let anyone be able to play. It’s fine to put value on the experiencing of listening to music but trying to gatekeep people out of playing via price is still shitty, you know. I’d rather we didn’t frame that as a “good” thing.
So yeah, I agree that she should consider pricing higher because she needs desperately needs to value her own work more (and just value a lot of herself more, sob). But I don’t agree we should just pretend it’s totally good thing that society believes that high quality = most expensive and that the people who can afford them are the people that deserve them the most. :\\\\\ It’s a complicated subject and I think gbf fumbled on the end in that respect but I give them props for the, please value your work, bc there are a lot of young artists who underprice themselves because they don’t think about the amount of time they put into a piece and the amount of time they spent honing their craft. (obv the real solution lies in paying people more, a reasonable fucking wage, so people can fucking afford shit. and not letting .01% hoard money and not put it back into the fucking economy because they underpay their workers and [froths at the mouth]. anyways... it’s more complicated then that but I’m not here to have the discussion, it’s just relevant to mention with the topic of this event.)
#sammy liveblogs about granblue#sammy be quiet#regardless i love cantate#and i very very very much enjoyed the story#like tbh i don't fully read all that many gbf events because i'm usually mostly interested in a few characters#and gbf has a massive cast#and i tell myself the event story will go in my journal and i can go back and read it later#but i loved the previous event so i went in planing to not skimming it#and was very glad i did#tbh i like selfira way more now i was super indifferent about her before bc i am 100% guilty of skimming her fates#and i completely skimmed her previous event and she didn't do a whole lot in together in song#like elta was little more focused on in that event and i already like him bc he was sweet baby and had watched his sr events#bc when i was baby player and for a while when i did run sr teams for the pendents i used both his wind sr and light sr so i cared about him#im glad selfira got to shine more in this event and i do want to go back and read her other event#bc god also when she started crying about feeling like she ruined her great grandmothers legacy uhg it hit me in the chest#im very interested in her now <333#okayyyy i need to shut up now#im done i swear#OKAY ONE LAST THING#I JUST WANT TO SAY ITS NICE TO HAVE AN EVENT I ENJOYED THE STORY FOR AFTER DESTROYING MYSELF WITH GW#i needed some of my faith for why i love playing gbf so much after farming to the point of frying my brain#bc god do i really love some of the story in gbf (and i adore so many characters)#yes i'm a hopeless farming addict but i can burn out on that#and the reason i kept playing gbf was not just the gameplay loop but the story too#lol ''gameplay loop'' you mean farming hell]
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in honor of leo leclerc, lestappen discussing about getting a new pet or about what kind of pet they should get?
"I think we should get a bunny."
"What?" Charles responds, his eyes still stuck to his laptop where a bunch of emails and images and what not are open.
Max rolls his eyes, only slightly annoyed at having to share his boyfriend's attention with an inanimate object.
"A bunny," he repeats, "We should get one."
Finally, Charles glances up, green eyes all wide and confused.
"A bunny?" he asks.
Max nods.
"Why would we get a bunny?" Charles frowns, his nose scrunched up.
Max gives in to the urge to lean over and press a kiss to Charles' nose.
"'Cause we have the cats, and we always talk about how they're like me," Max begins.
Charles nods, "Uh-huh."
"And now we have Leo, who you also say is like me," Max continues.
"Okayyyy?"
"Now we need to get a bunny. So we can have a pet that is just like you!"
Max didn't think it was possible for Charles to look more confused. Max was wrong.
"A bunny? Why the hell would a bunny be like me?"
"So many reasons, Charlie," Max starts, holding up a finger as he recites his well-thought out list, "Smaller than they realise. Look fucking adorable but have quite sharp teeth. Often show affection by just plopping down on someone," Max pauses to pointedly look at Charles' legs, half of which are resting on Max's lap, "and of course a very active and responsive nose, always twitching and moving."
As if on command, Charles' nose rucks up, his nostrils flaring in annoyance before settling back down again.
"SEE!" Max exclaims, "Just like that!"
Charles smacks the back of his hand against Max's shoulder, "Shut the fuck up, Max. I'm not anything like a bunny!"
"But--"
"Max," Charles warns. And Max knows that tone so he lets it go. Just for now.
They fall back in to silence, each busy with their own devices.
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"Okay, what about a hamster?"
"MAX!"
#high key aware that this isnt what u asked for anon#but i couldnt resist#im on my spreading charles bunny agenda#lestappen#lav's ficlets#max verstappen#charles leclerc#f1 fic
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BEGIN AGAIN | nanami
(this is part two! click here for part one)
synopsis: nanami ruined his wedding for you, now's he just waiting for your call.
authors note: as peoples princess brittany broski once said, 'i need him in a way thats concerning to feminism'. enjoy :)
cw: cussing, angst, wingman!gojo, making out, fluff
wc: 2.4k
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You sink into your seat at the bar, fingers around a cold glass, the condensation dripping onto your hand. This was your third drink of the night, and you were aiming for a lot more. There were things you were wanting to shove down and forget, if only for the night. But the night was young, the sun hadn’t even begun to set yet, still golden in the sky. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and before you even dared to look at it you took a gulp of your drink. Let it ring and ring before you breathed in and pulled your phone towards your face. Gojo’s contact filled up on the screen. Not exactly who you were wanting to hear from but you answered nevertheless.
“Don’t start.” You said immediately into the speaker. You heard Gojo laugh, it sounded like more of a scoff to you though.
“Shouldn’t have even picked up then.” He joked. You grabbed your drink in preparation for this conversation.
“I texted him, alright.” You sighed out.
“You texted him? Texted. Come on, Y/n. He’s practically in his fifties, he’s not gonna read your text.” Gojo said as you rolled your eyes hard enough to give yourself a headache.
“He read it.”
“And didn’t respond?” Gojo asked. You were quiet.
“I shouldn’t have even texted him. I should’ve just, ya know, let things go. You’re a terrible influence.” You sighed, gulping down the rest of your drink. Gojo laughed this time, like what you said should’ve been obvious. And it was, but when it came to someone you loved you did stupid things. You always did stupid things.
“What did you text?”
“I’m not gossiping with you, Gojo, I’m trying to enjoy my night.”
“Where are you?”
“No, I don’t want company.”
“Okayyyy. What did you text him then?” Gojo asked exasperatedly. You sighed heavily, pulling up the text even though you had reread it over and over and over again for the past few hours.
“I said, ‘I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me but Gojo told me you were getting married. I'm happy for you. Congratulations!’.” There was a silence over the phone that made your patience run thin. “Well?”
“I told you he was getting married so you could stop the whole thing, not congratulate him.” Gojo finally replied as you sucked in a breath.
“I’m not a homewrecker, Satoru.”
“He’s not happy.”
“Has he ever been?”
“Yes! With you!” Gojo argues as you let your head fall against your hand as you rub your temples. This conversation was having the very same effect you had been trying to avoid all day. The inevitability of your past being trudged up. You heard Gojo sigh over the phone. “I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t want to do, Y/n. I never got the chance to tell someone that I loved them and I never will. I don’t want that for you.” You closed your eyes. Now you just felt selfish, like a kid crying over something trivial.
“You just had to go there.” You said, pulling out your card to pay for the drinks, any hopes of forgetting and moving on seemed to be stopped in their tracks.
“Nanami would be content in never being happy again if he thought it was in your best interest.” Gojo says, his words cutting you right to the bone. You pushed from your seat and walked towards the entrance when you saw the white haired man sitting at a table just outside. He gave you a wave as you rolled your eyes, walking out to him.
“Are you stalking me now?” You asked as Gojo patted the chair next to him with his hand. Reluctantly you sat, slouching slightly.
“You have terrible awareness by the way.”
“Shut up.” You snap, not actually angry. Gojo leans back, crossing his legs as he looks over at you.
“Are you okay?” He asks as you sigh heavily.
“I just want to go home and not have to think about Nanami.” You say and part of you really meant it. You’d been thinking of him since the day you left him. Wondering if you made the right choice. You two were young but you’d never felt anything close to what he made you feel and that scared you.
“Let’s not talk about it then.”
“Gojo, come on, you came all the way out here to play wingman for your friend.”
“You and I used to be friends too.” He points out. You two used to be very close back when you and Nanami were together. You missed that probably just as much as you missed Nanami.
“You’re too cool for me now.” You say and Gojo tilts his head back in laughter.
“Yeah, right.” He laughs. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and when you pull it out your heart drops right out of your chest. Gojo reads your expression with ease. “Answer it.” He says as you place your phone down on the table, shaking your head. Gojo sighs, looking at you with his striking eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asks as you swallow, turning to look away from him.
“I already feel like shit for texting him, Satoru. He’s moved on. He’s getting married for christ sake.” At that statement Gojo laughs with his full chest.
“He will never move on and neither will you. You both are stubborn and prideful.” He says as you turn to look at him.
“This is why we’re not friends anymore.” You say as Gojo smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Your phone buzzes one last time and you know it’s because Nanami has left you a voicemail. You push Gojo away and grab your phone, standing up from your chair. Sure enough there’s a single missed call and voicemail from Nanami. You swallow, your throat dry as you pull the phone up to your ear.
“I wanna hear!” Gojo jests as you flip him off. You hear Nanami’s voice, his tone raspy and almost desperate as he speaks.
“I don’t know if you're asleep or not. I know our time zones are different. I just-- I wanted to talk to you. I don’t want to say what I have to say over the phone but I need you to know. I still love you. I’m not ever going to stop. I ruined my wedding, I ruined everything. Just,” He pauses and you can almost hear your own heartbeat. “Please call me back.”
Nanami grips the steering wheel, a car honking behind him. He hadn’t noticed when the light turned green. He pressed his foot on the gas. Nothing felt real, he kept getting lost in times that he wished he’d know again. Times where you were there. He wasn’t far from home and as he kept driving his eyes would dart to his phone, he wanted nothing more in this world than for your contact to pop up on his phone. But it was too late. He’d fucked it all up. You were happy he moved on, you’d told him that and still foolishly he imploded the entire day.
A chance with you was worth it. You were always worth it.
Happiness was fleeting for him. Before he met you he was just going through the motions. You taught him things, taught him to try and enjoy life. The simple things. That working to the grave wasn’t his only option. But he wanted to provide for you, wanted you to never have to worry about anything and when he set his mind to something sometimes he got lost in it. He lost you. He tried to replace you, to fill the hole that you carved in him but nothing fit. Nanami just felt like shit, for finding someone and almost marrying them when he should’ve just been alone. He should just be alone.
“Nanami?” He hadn’t even noticed when he left his car, until he was walking up to his front porch where you sat. Nanami startled slightly, stumbling back a step. He couldn’t believe his eyes. You, with your doe eyes and pink lip, looking at him in a way that twisted his stomach.
“Y/n… What- what’re you doing here?” He asked. He took in the sight of you, your tousled hair looked at though you ran your hands through it a few times. You waved your phone at him.
“I got your message.” You said simply. Nanami swallowed. He wanted to play Mr. Cool Guy but he couldn’t fucking form a single coherent thought right now. The last time he saw you was when you were packing your things to leave him. Nanami reached up, loosening the tie around his neck, sighing.
“I’m sorry, did it ruin your night?” He asked, he watched your eyes, how they took in the sight of him in a suit. The suit he was supposed to be married in.
“Did my text ruin yours?” You asked. Nanami scoffed, amusement on his lips.
“Yes.” He said as your brows shot up slightly.
“I wanted to be supportive.” You say, throat dry. Nanami looked entirely too handsome right now. He was always handsome but something about him in a suit, hair a mess, tie loosened was doing something to your insides.
“I didn’t want your support.” He said, walking forwards slightly. You wondered if you’d misheard his voicemail, if he was angry at you for the text. You sighed.
“You can thank Gojo then, he’s been badgering me all week.” You say as Nanami smirks.
“You too?” He asks as you laugh slightly. The tension easing just a bit. You swallowed, looking up at him.
“Did you really call off your wedding?” You ask. His eyes meet yours, the air turns electric. He nods his head. You couldn’t imagine what shit show he’d just caused. The poor girl he left at the altar. “Jesus.” You say simply. It really only took one text to change the course of his entire life.
“Did you mean what you said in the text? Were you happy for me?” He asks as you swallow.
“Yes and no.” You say. Nanami takes another step forwards, sliding to sit next to you on the porch. You turn to face him, his striking eyes and sharp lines. He looked tired, exhausted even. He reached into the space between you, tucking your hair out of your face. You leaned into that touch, after all you craved it for years.
“I love you.” Nanami says softly, letting it linger in the air. Your heart skips, you suck in a breath. “I’ve loved you since that first night.”
That first night. When you met Nanami you were a mess. You’d been in a shitty on and off relationship with a boy back home. You were waitressing at some diner in the city. You’d just come off your break where the boy you thought you loved told you he wanted to take some more time apart. You had mascara all down your cheeks and when you went to take Nanami’s order he was kind and attentive. He told you that loving someone shouldn’t be this hard, it shouldn’t leave you in such turmoil. You took that to heart because he was right. Loving isn't all easy but it's worth it when it's right. Nanami left you with an extremely generous tip. You thought you wouldn’t see him again but a day or so passed and he was back. He wanted to check in on you. You asked him to get lunch with you on your break and that was that. You ended up kissing him by the end of the day because the moment he checked in on you, someone who was practically a stranger you had fallen for him. Loving Nanami was easy, then it wasn’t, and now you weren’t sure which it would fall under, but you knew you still loved him.
“I was a mess.” You say affectionately as Nanami’s mouth quirks in a smirk, his eyes looking from yours to your lips, lingering there.
“So am I.” He whispers in the space between you two. Desire feels like a kick to the stomach, his voice raspy and wanting.
"We did a lot of wrong back then." You said. Nanami shook his head.
"I did. Not you."
"Nanami, it's not all on you." You start but he kissed you quick.
"I appreciate your apology but I don't accept it. You tried to make it work, you made time when I didn't. I was the asshole, I know that." He says, thumb rubbing against your cheek. "I want you, desperately. I want to make this work, I want to make time." He lists off. You swallowed, fingers gripping the porch so as to not yank Nanami against your lips. But the famine settled for Nanami, the desire for more now that you're here right in front of him. In the flesh. His eyes flick to yours. He couldn’t afford to look at you for this long, as it was entirely difficult to look away once he started. He watched your throat bob. There was so much to unpack, so much to say but there was a universal way to make things known. "Let me show you how much I want this." He breathes out against your lips.
Nanami’s fingers slide into your hair as he brings you against him, taking your lips with his own. A thunderstorm erupted at the action. Your hands grip the front of his dress shirt as you move your lips in time with his. Kissing him felt so natural, like sliding into a comfortable routine. Like no time had passed. Nanami pulls away and sweeps you to your feet, kissing you passionately as he pushes you back against his front door, body caging over yours. You gasp into his mouth, the desire mingling with want making you sick with love. You could talk in the morning. There was always morning. You're not sure when Nanami got the door unlocked but you're dragging him inside as his hand pulls you by the chin, lips enveloping yours as you stumble inside. Things crash in the wake of you and Nanami’s hurricane. Your breaths heavy, practically panting into each other's mouths as he pulls you on top of him on the stairs. His hands travel to your hips, digging into the skin there as your fingers slide up under his shirt. He shivers against your cold fingers. He picked you up then, a startled giggle erupting from your lips as he kissed you quiet, hauling you off to his bedroom. You’d thank Gojo in the morning, his meddling finally did some good.
Nanami pressed you into the soft comforter on his bed, caging your body with his own. He pushed your legs apart with his knee and peppered kisses over your cheek to your jaw and down to your neck. You breath hitched as his trailed his lips back up to your own. You closed your eyes as flashes of Nanami standing on the altar assaulted your thoughts. You hadn't noticed your jealously until now. Wondering what world of hurt you were in for if he had gone through with it. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and brought him as close as possible. If you had it your way Nanami would only get married once in his life, and it would be to you.
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tags:
@vlbi
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk nanami#nanami x you#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento#jujutsu nanami#nanami x reader#kento nanami#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami smut#nanami fluff#jjk gojo
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for the 1k event, nsfw #6 with Levi? 🧡
Hi, Steph!!
Okayyyy I love Levi lol. Did I put a prompt about jealousy on the list on purpose? No, I never do that kind of thing! I definitely haven't been known to do it before! (I have done it before and I will do it again lol.)
Anyway, I hope this turned out okay, I had fun writing it!
Thank you for participating!
1,000 Followers Event!
GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt "Were you jealous?"
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: jealousy (of course), oral (male receiving), tailfucking (reader receiving), I think that's it but please tell me if I should add something here
Most of the time, Leviathan was the one that was getting jealous, but every once in a while the tables would turn on you.
You had gone to his room after class to find him sitting at his computer, attentively watching a demon gaming stream. You didn't think too much about this as it was a regular past time for him when he wasn't gaming himself.
Levi didn't look away as you came in, leaning against his computer chair to watch the screen with him for a moment.
You couldn't help but notice the demon who was streaming was a popular succubus that was considered throughout RAD to be the most beautiful gamer demon. A lot of people watched her streams and it was something people talked about a lot.
This might not have been a big deal considering how Levi always watched popular streamers, but there was something about this particular streamer that caused your chest to tighten.
This demon attended school with you and while Levi often didn't go to school at all, when he was there, you had noticed the way the succubus came onto him. You suspected it had to do with the fact that he was one of the Seven Lords of the Underworld and likely she was hoping for some extra clout for her channel. You didn't like it and every time you saw her, you couldn't help but glare her down.
So now, to see Levi actually spending his time watching her, you felt that slight smolder of anger bubbling under your surface.
You huffed. "Don't you have anything better to do than watch this loser stream?"
Levi blinked and looked up at you, the surprise evident on his face. "You think she's a loser?" he asked. He gestured back at the screen. "She has millions of viewers!"
You rolled your eyes. "I'm not impressed."
"Wow, MC," he said. "What would a streamer have to do to impress you, then? LMAO!"
You shrugged and walked back toward his door. "Well, if you're busy watching her, then I guess I'll go find something else to do."
Levi immediately stood up from his desk. "W-wait, MC! Don't leave! You came to game with me, right?"
You paused at the door and looked back at him. "I mean, I did, but if you're busy…"
"I'm not busy!" Levi declared, shutting off his computer and then waving at the blank screen. "See?"
You turned back around. "Well… okay."
Levi scrambled over to you, but then he paused, looking into your eyes. "Hang on," he said. "Were you jealous?"
You frowned, looking away as you felt the heat climbing up your cheeks. "No."
Levi shook his head. "You were!"
"No, I wasn't!" you insisted, folding your arms.
Levi didn't seem to know what to do at this point. He hovered around you uncertainly, like he wanted to reassure you, but wasn't sure how. "Y-you don't need to get jealous over a gross otaku like me," he finally said.
You were already irritated by the whole situation, but hearing him say something degrading about himself pushed you over the edge. You looked at him furiously, which clearly made him nervous. Then you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him.
Levi's arms whirled a bit cartoonishly in his surprise as you practically knocked him off balance. But after a moment, he melted against you. As your kiss became a little more heated, nipping at his lower lip, stepping in so your body was flush against his, he couldn't stop himself from putting his arms around you and opening his mouth for you.
You broke off for a moment to look into his eyes and say, "Okay. I was jealous. And yeah, I was jealous over you. So what? That succubus just isn't worth your time."
Levi seemed dumbfounded by this, but you felt the way his erection stirred against your thigh. He was so turned on by the fact that you were acting jealous, that you were saying these things to him, he couldn't even hope to hide it.
You reached down and stroked him through his pants, making him moan and whimper. He was blushing profusely now, embarrassed at the way he was reacting to your jealousy. He covered his face with an arm and you let him, sinking to your knees and pulling on the waistband of his pants.
It wasn't long before you had his cock in your mouth, causing his whimpers to increase significantly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, looking up to see him still covering his face as he put his other hand into your hair.
When you could taste the salt of precum, you stopped. The whine that came out of Levi almost made you laugh. Instead you stood up and kissed him again.
Levi was desperate now, his neediness evident in the way he grabbed you. His hands were all over you, tugging on your clothes.
You continued to kiss him, your own hands back on his cheeks. His erection was straining between you and he whined into your lips. You knew he had really lost control when you felt his tail wrap around your leg.
You felt the tip of his tail snake into your pants, creeping ever closer to the heat between your own legs. Your arousal was evident, too, and you gasped as his tail found its way inside you.
Your gasp broke off the kiss. You looked at Levi, his eyes shut tight, his face completely red, his hands on your hips, and his cock erect and leaking. He was biting his lip now, as if trying to prevent himself from making noise.
But it was like his tail had a mind of its own as it suddenly began to pump in and out of you. You moaned at the feeling, grabbing onto Levi's shoulders to steady yourself as your knees went weak.
"Ah, Levi," you gasped out, leaning against him, letting him hold you up with his arms around your back.
Levi took several stumbling steps backwards, pulling you along with him. And then you found yourself on top of him in his tub, flush against him, his tail never stopping its ministrations.
Your legs were spread, falling naturally in that position as Levi's hands pushed down your pants, giving his tail more freedom to move. He kept his hands on your ass, pushing his face into your neck to cover his blush.
You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as his tail increased its pace. The feeling of it was amazing, the scales creating a sensation unlike anything else you'd ever felt. It was pulling the pleasure through your body, spiking up into your gut with every thrust.
One of Levi's hands reached between your bodies to give attention to the throbbing area between your legs. You had to bite back a scream at the burst of sweetness that exploded into your body. You groaned against him, reaching your own hand down to stroke his cock.
Levi was whimpering your name continually, unable to be quiet as you pumped his cock with the same rhythm that his tail was thrusting into you. Your own cries increased in volume as you felt yourself reaching your climax, finally crying out Levi's name as you came hard.
Hearing you cry his name so sweetly was more than enough to bring Levi to his climax, too. He made incoherent sounds as white ropes of his cum shot out over his chest, staining the shirt he was wearing.
You sat up, legs tangled with his, pants half off, and looked down at the beautiful blush on his face, the look of utter bliss he gave you as he stared up at you.
Then you looked at the mess on his shirt and cringed. "Sorry about your shirt," you said, still breathing heavily.
Levi sat up just enough to pull the shirt off over his head, flinging it to the floor outside the tub. Then he pulled you down onto him so he could hold you, cuddling you close.
"You know you're the only one I care about, right, MC?" he said, face pressed against the top of your head.
You smiled, wrapping your own arms around him. "Yeah," you said. "I know."
You would end up spending the rest of the night in Levi's tub, happily sleeping in his arms, the gaming you had come to do with him completely forgotten. Neither of you ever spoke about the streaming succubus again, but you couldn't help noticing that you never saw Levi watching her streams anymore.
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Okayyyy rewatched Wish
Here are my notes
Valentino wasn’t as annoying as people say. Sure, he did nothing for the plot and could’ve been removed entirely, but he didn’t make near as many butt jokes as people say he did
The lead-ins for all the songs were great. Certain media (Hazbin, for example) just jump into the songs
Magnifico??? Didn’t touch the pages??? So why would he be corrupted? Why does Amaya know of obsidian oil? Don’t you just skim the pages to release the evil?
Dahlia was amazing
“At the very least break the hold it has on him” Amaya? Didn’t you found this kingdom with thin? Wouldn’t you know?
Also Amaya was very sidelined. Where’s her backstory?
Asha’s magic wand mishaps were… corny at best
Why did they make Dario high all the time? He’s not stupid. I feel like they made him try to be like Fred from Big Hero 6 but failed
“Nine zillyboo, twenty alphabet!” Val, buddy. No.
DAHLIA. MATE. TRUE LOVE’S KISS CAN BRUNG HIM BACK I swear, it feels like the directors were switched
The spider-carriage thing. I feel like that could’ve been a Disney reference instead
Gabo was still my favorite out of the teens. Bazeema was sweet too
Also. Halzeema moments were actually in canon.
Sabino did not act 100 at all.
Crushing wishes did nothing to people except make them sad for .2 seconds
Asha’s drawing, her magic wand, none of that was important to the actual plot
I feel like the horses could’ve been Disney references too
Why did the roof open? That was never explained
Mag’s hair needed to be messier. Evil Magnifico? Crazy hair
How did he hear them from all the way down there
Mag’s really out there beating up a minor
The curse rope green things were not scary at all
Was Simon just in the forest the entire time?
The Magnifico getting sucked inside his staff… I feel that could’ve been a play to Dr. Facilier somehow
The stars raining down were beautiful
Was Star’s nose tap a reference to something?
The people’s talking… idk how I felt about that
WE 👏 SHOULD’VE 👏 SEEN 👏 SAKINA’S 👏 WISH
Another half-assed apology. First Namaari, now you. At least Simon’s was an actual apology. Wait. More of it goes on.
Ok his apology isn’t too bad
How did the staff get all the way down there?
Changed my opinion, Amaya deserved to tell Mag off
Did Mag’s curse break once he was in the mirror? Why did he act sad all of a sudden?
I’ve heard Asha’s movements weren’t finalized until later, but her movements seem pretty fluent
Clumsy and energetic, sure, but besides from the mouth drooping part, she wasn’t that quirky
Which. Could be a bad thing. She didn’t really have much of a personality
I like the Peter Pan building a flying machine idea
Zootopia ref
DARIO. SHUT UP
Why does everyone suddenly understand Star
But off-topic they were so cute
“It” I guess
Why refer to Star as an it
“They” was too woke for the Disney execs? Why, you had a one-second offhand comment about a water cousin who’s nonbinary!
That Cinderella-reference thing… wasn’t slow enough to be a dress transformation. So I’m fine with her not having a different dress. I mean obviously I would’ve loved it but idk
SHOW DON’T TELL, DISNEY
STOP TELLING
“I understand you well enough” I DON’T! HOW ARE THEY TELLING YOU
Some of Valentino’s jokes were funny. Sue me
I liked the Tinkerbell and Mikey Mouse reference at the end
The storybook was a nice callback
The credits should’ve been moving. Also CHOOSE BAYMAX TO REPRESENT BIG HERO 6. WHY HAVE VILLAINS LIKE MALEFICENT THERE
Overall. Not as bad as people are making it out to be. But definitely not worthy to be Disney’s 100
I’d say… 7/10. The backgrounds did look watercolor, but the shading seemed off in places. Especially Sakina. There was major improvement to be done, but with the hell the execs were giving (and the proven creativity of the concept art) I feel this movie is getting too much hate. Critiques and criticism are fine. But don’t blame the writers for getting rid of Starboy. Yes, it could’ve been better. But it’s Disney. And the creators tried their best to pour their love into a movie that they didn’t have a full say in.
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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 4
read part 3 here || all parts
pairing: ethan landry x reader
warnings: implied sexual content/loss of virginity. no explicit language but it's clear what's happening (all characters are 18+). also lots of making out
a/n: okayyyy first time writing anything like this so i hope it's good. i debated making it more or less explicit for a really long time and landed somewhere in the middle. also if you want to be added to the taglist please leave me a reply and i'll put you on the list :)
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As cute as he may be, Ethan is a terrible driver.
I can’t figure it out. He’s usually so apprehensive, but as soon as I tell him my address, he’s going 15 over the limit, knuckles tight against the wheel.
“Um, do you need directions?” I ask.
“No.” He notices my puzzled expression, so he clarifies. “We actually used to live here, when I was way younger. I’m pretty sure I know where you are.”
As we start to weave through the backstreets of the suburbs, he looks over at me with a nervous glint in his eye. “So, um, are your parents home? Will they be mad that you’re getting home so late?”
“They’re out of town. A wedding for a college friend or something. Chad wanted us to throw a party, but Sam would have flipped, so it’s just me.”
“Shame, you seem like such a party person,” he teases, and I roll my eyes at him, a slight blush creeping on my face.
He finally turns into my driveway, which is good because I’m starting to get seasick. Stepping out of the car, I fumble for my keys before realizing I left the door open this morning. I’d usually panic about this sort of thing, but I’m distracted by the feeling of Ethan’s presence behind me.
Pushing open the door and flipping on the lights, I lead him into the kitchen. For some reason, I’m really, really fucking nervous to be alone with him. “Uh, do you want any water?”
“Yeah, sure,” he says, sitting down at the table.
I grab two glasses from the shelf and fill them with water, sliding one across the table. “Thanks,” he smiles. “Um, I’m sorry about everything that happened tonight. That guy was a creep and you did the right thing, obviously, but what Tara said was really not cool.
I stare into the glass. “It’s okay. She was really drunk or whatever. I can apologize to her tomorrow morning.”
Ethan frowns. “Well, sure, but it’s not really your fault, right? You were looking out for her.”
“She wasn’t actually mad about the guy, I don’t think. She got into an argument earlier with her sister and I tried to step in, so she was super pissed at me already. I think she was looking for a fight.”
“Does she do that a lot? Look for a fight, I mean?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “She drives me crazy, and sometimes I want to kill her, but she’s my best friend.”
Ethan looks like he wants to say something, but stays quiet. Now’s probably a better time than any to pivot away from Tara and the chaos of the night.
“So,” I say, “any long-distance partner from any of your previous high schools?”
He laughs. “Uh, no. I’ve actually never… had a girlfriend or anything.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re just so–”
I stop myself before I finish that sentence. He raises an eyebrow at me. “What, Y/N? So what?”
“Cute,” I mumble. “Really, really cute.”
Ethan grins. “Oh, really cute, huh?”
“Shut up,” I say. “Yeah.”
I suddenly notice how little distance there is between us. I look up nervously to meet his gaze. Jesus, he’s tall.
“I think so, too,” he says.
I give him a quizzical look. “You think you’re cute?”
“Wait. Shit. No. Not what I meant– you. I think you’re cute, too. You are.” I giggle softly, and he blushes. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.
My stomach turns. My butterflies are nearly unbearable, but I nod. “Yes. Please.”
Ethan leans in, and I meet him halfway, pressing my lips against his. My heart is pounding, but the kiss feels so perfect that I forget about everything else.
We break apart and his eyes are wide with apprehension. “Was that okay?”
In reply, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, deeper this time. He relaxes into it, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in. We kiss like that, leaning against the kitchen table, until I pull back. “Can we go upstairs? Uh, my mom sometimes keeps a camera down here.”
“Sure, lead the way,” he says, slightly out of breath.
It takes everything in me not to run up the stairs, but I take him by the hand and lead him to my room. There are books and half-finished forgeries strewn across the various surfaces, plus a laundry basket of clothes I have to put away, and I kick myself for not taking the time to clean up this morning.
Ethan doesn’t seem to mind, though. When I turn to him, he’s only looking at me. He reaches to cup the side of my face, studying it for a moment before kissing me again. I stumble back onto my bed and he follows suit. His hand reaches for my hip and I gasp softly when he touches a little bit of exposed skin on my thigh
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says.
“No, no please– it’s okay.” I grab his hand, placing it back on my leg. “I liked it.”
He smiles slightly, eyes darkening. As he leans in to kiss me, his hand snakes up my leg, resting at the crook of my thigh. I follow suit, running my hand down his chest.
The undershirt I have on was great for modesty, but I’m suddenly overheating. “Hey, um, do you mind if I take this shirt off? It’s literally a hundred degrees right now.”
His eyes widen slightly, but he grins. “Well, I don’t have a problem with that…”
I blush and he laughs, but I slip the straps of the dress off my shoulders and pull the shirt over my head, exposing my collarbone and a not-insignificant amount of cleavage. Even though I’m technically covered, I feel naked underneath his gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You know that?”
My breath catches, but his compliment fills me with some type of courage. I lean over and kiss him, harder than before. He makes a muffled noise, clearly caught off guard by my sudden boldness, but wraps his hand around the back of my neck. I find the hem of his shirt and pull away just enough to ask, “Can we take this off?”
Ethan nods profusely and pulls his blue polo over his head, and I swear to god: I am the luckiest girl alive. I notice for the first time how defined his arms are, and then I’m distracted by the abs he somehow had time to curate between cross-country moves. “Fuck, Ethan, you’re gorgeous.”
Under normal circumstances, I would be embarrassed to speak this plainly, but I’m too into this to care. He responds by leaning us both back on the bed until he’s basically on top of me, kissing me deeply and firmly. I’m suddenly kissing his neck and it’s like I’m not me anymore because I never do this, but fuck, he is so attractive and he wants me too. I don’t know how long we keep making out this way, but it’s a long time before he pulls back suddenly. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
He looks away, avoiding my gaze. “I, um… I just want you to know that I haven’t… done anything like this before.”
My cheeks go red. “Ethan, I haven’t either. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“That’s the thing, though,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “I… I want to. I want you.” He pauses. “If that’s okay?”
A feeling of panic surges in my chest, but I push it down. I think about the box of condoms that Mom bought me when I turned 18, “just in case,” and the time Mindy told me about her first time with Anika, and even the way I felt when Tara left me alone earlier tonight– I know that this is what I want.
“I want to, too. Are you sure?”
He smiles. “I’m sure.”
We lay back in my bed and he’s pulling the straps of my dress off, kissing over the newly exposed skin. He kisses down my neck and chest, and I take the time to do the same. I want to make this moment last before he asks me one more time if I’m ready.
I am.
I don’t have a moment to second-guess myself before he’s holding me, and we’re suddenly close, so, so close, and we stay that way until we fall asleep, nestled in each other’s arms.
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So Many Ways to Say Yes
Request: i may or may not want to duck his brains out; autocorrect is trying to unhorny me; yknow that one arc when the character has been abused or mistreated or feels unworthy or whatever so immediately assumes theres no aftercare and just tries to leave like "alright, ill be out of your hair then, sorry i took so long to pack up" and you just have to pat them and comfort them
A/N: I've never tried so hard on a smut oneshot 🧍♀️ I don't know much about genshin but thank you for requesting! I tried to not go too into details, considering I've only played around 4 hours into Genshin and didn't ge that far. Never heard of Xiao but I looked at videos, then took the request into mind while trying to write his character out. Enough talking, hope you enjoy! :))
CW: NSFW, Xiao x Female Y/N, Sub Xiao, hand jobs, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering (male receiving), oral (male receiving), fluff, lots of reassurance, aftercare
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Y/N eyed Xiao from the tree she sat under. It was a nice day and she needed a break after work. But jesus christ, what was he doing?
He was jumping around. That's the most logical thing she could come up with. Maybe practicing to be a ballerina? She snorted at the idea of him in a tutu.
Then he fell. It looked like it was on purpose, just falling on his face. She had to fight from laughing too hard, and exposing her spot under the tree.
She got up with a sigh when he didn't get up, going over to him. He was still face down in the grass. "There's a bug in your ear."
He jumped at the voice, then hit at his ear. "What?!" Y/N snickered, and Xiao frowned, smacking her as he stood up. "Go back to work, dick."
She gasped. "Dick? Me?"
"Yeah," He felt his going red. Why? He didn't really know.
"Rude," She chuckled. "And I'm done with my work today. I was reading."
Xiao stared at her. "Then what are you doing here?"
"I was reading there," She pointed to the tree, watcjing Xiao think.
Then his face went a deep red.
"You saw-"
"I did," She confirmed. "What was up with that, by the way?"
"None of your business," He spit out quickly, looking away.
"Okayyyy," She smiled. "I'll let it go, as long as you promise this isn't a sign that you should see a psychiatrist."
"I'm fine mentally," He waved her off.
"But physically..."
Y/N saw his face go red again. "I'm fine."
"You sure-"
"Yes!"
Y/N jumped at his sudden yell. "I have a pretty good doctor if you just don't want to tell me-"
"Please shut up," He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "No doctors. In fact, don't tell anyone what you saw."
Y/N stared at him, making out his mumbling. "Are you okay? Like actually."
He huffed, feeling her worried look. "I can't tell you."
"Why not," She looked at him weird. "You called me when your friend got his foot stuck in that toilet, how is this worse than that?"
Xiao couldn't help but snort, and knew that's what Y/N was trying to get. "You broke his foot."
"He stuck it in a toilet," She shrugged. "Not my fault. Now what's up? I won't judge you, I promise."
He hesitated. "No laughing?"
"None at all."
"No jokes?"
"Absolutely not."
Xiao groaned. He couldn't believe he was going to tell Y/N. He was going insane. Maybe he did need a psychiatrist.
"I uh," He gulped. "I can't... Get rid of my uh-" He coughed.
Y/N looked at him weird. "Spit it out or else I'll laugh in your face."
He groaned. "My- penis. It won't go soft."
Y/N blinked at that. "That's it?"
Xiao scoffed. "That's it? Really?"
"I thought you were going to tell me some issue with your ass or something, not that you can't come," She shrugged.
Xiao frowned, but he was glad Y/N didn't laugh. "Can you leave me alone?"
"I... That doesn't explain the jumping around," She frowned. "Is that like a kink or something-" She yelped when he smacked her repeatedly. "Okay! God!"
He groaned, going back to the ground. It was better there, maybe it'll swallow him whole.
"I don't know, okay," He ran a hand down his face when she sat by him. "It's driving me nuts. It hurts, I don't know what to do."
Y/N hummed. "How long?"
"Like since 3 AM last night," Again, he was thankful there was not even a chuckle coming from Y/N. He might actually try and snap his own neck if she laughed at his dick.
Y/N thought that over. "I know you said no doctors but-"
"No," He shook his head quickly.
"Alright," She nodded.
"You don't have to help me," He huffed. "Its awkward and weird, I'll just go back to my bed and die."
Y/N snorted at that, and looked down to his pants. Right, he always wore a cover. Which was understandable, goblins and mages didn't care whether a hit to your dick hurt, they'd probably aim there if they were smarter than they were.
"It's not that awkward," She shrugged. "Shit happens."
"So how many people have told you... What I told you," He stopped himself from repeating it. Once was far enough.
"None," She confirmed. "But there's a first for everything, no need to be shocked by everything that comes my way," She sighed, sitting up on her knees. "Do you want help?"
Xiao froze but relaxed soon after. She didn't mean it like that.
"I don't want anyone else to know," He peaked over to her. She looked at him confused.
"What, are you like loud," She snickered. "I'll gag you if I really have to, but I doubt-"
Xiao kicked her leg. "You want to fuck me?!"
Y/N laughed at his kick. "I want to help the fact you're in pain and yes, having sex seems to be apart of that," She cleared her throat, shrugging. "Doesn't have to go that far though, just until you come."
He opened his mouth a bit, then closed it. Was she being serious? "You don't have to-"
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to help," She threw in there. "But if you don't want to, you have to promise you'll see someone for help. Embarrassing or not."
He huffed, for about the third time of that exchange. This was not happening- Was she really offering... Whatever she was, just to help him?
"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to," She chuckled. "Just wanted to help."
"I just..." He stopped, mind reeling. "What uh, what do you mean.. Help?"
Y/N shrugged. "Probably just start with a handjob, see where that gets you. If it doesn't help, might suck you off. But again, just what you're okay with," She leaned back on her hands with a sigh, stretching. "Could fuck me, really. But you'd have to give me a moment to get ready. For sure need a condom."
This was happening. This was happening? Jesus christ, she was being serious. "Are- are you sure," He asked, afraid that she wasn't actually okay with this. She was nice and would help him whenever but he didn't want her to force herself just to help his issue. It was his fault he didn't see a doctor, anyway.
"Of course," She smiled. "You seem miserable dude. And I'm fine with it."
He thought over it one more time. Y/N wouldn't do anything he didn't like, he already knew that. But was he okay with this? Was he okay with Y/N... Well, jacking him off? Was he okay with seeing her bent down between his legs and sucking-
Yeah he was, his dick behind the hard cover really confirmed it as he twitched. God, it really hurt.
"Okay," He nodded.
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," He groaned, going to stand up, then yelped as his penis somehow got caught in the cover, but jesus, did it send a shock of pleasure with the pain through him. He sat right back down.
"Okay okay, lay the fuck back," Y/N snorted, and moved to sit on her knees in front of him, between his legs.
"Ri- right here," He hated how his voce rang up multiple octaves.
"Can you walk," Her question almost sounded like a challenge. "If you don't want to here, then at least take this goddamn cover off until we get to wherever."
He was just jumping around just fine damnit, why couldn't he stand? "What if someone-"
"They won't," Y/N assure him, hands moving to rub his thighs. "I promise, okay? I wouldn't be doing this here if I wasn't sure of it."
He gulped. "Can we uhm, at least move to the tree," At least there was shade, and some cover. But she was right, it was quite a long walk. He barely knew how he got over here with all the jumping around.
But he was desperate, so who knows.
"Of course, c'mon," She gave him a reassuring smile, helping him get up with her.
Okay, one step at a time. The tree was right there, and Y/N was going to- Okay yeah, he needed to hurry before his penis exploded.
Maybe he was being dramatic but the thought of Y/N helping him get off was very overwhelming, okay? Even if it wasn't exactly... New.
Okay so Y/N was hot, everyone thought so! It was okay for him to think it too. Even if his thoughts were shifting towards more romantic things, and less just wanting to fuck her into the bed things.
The things people tell him just because he's close to Y/N was insane. He didn't need to hear about their fantasies about her, it was weird.
So he was jealous- Fuck off.
Oh shit, he made it to the tree! Didn't even notice.
"Alright, get comfortable," Y/N spoke up, then smiled as he collapsed against the tree. He looked decent enough, really. Except for while he was walking, he didn't seem to be too uncomfortable. But she trusted him when he said it hurt.
Once again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, watching his face turn red quickly. "Any way I can do this that'll help you calm down?"
He shook his head. "I'm okay, it's just uh... I'm fine."
"It's just what," She asked, not wanting to fuck up somehow if she didn't have to.
"I don't.... I don't think I'm very good at this tyoe of thing," He gulped.
"Oh," Y/N smiled, and god, it was bright. "That's okay. It's just me. I won't make any jokes, promise."
Well since she was being nice. "But what if I mess up?"
"There's not much you can do to mess up," She chuckled.
"I disagree."
Y/N hummed at that. "I get it. You're nervous. But you really can't mess up here."
"But-"
"Xiao," She grabbed his face with one hand, successfully squishing his cheeks. "If you do something that wrong, I will let you know. I will smack you in this pretty face if I have to. Understand?"
He nodded and she smiled, letting go. "Lift your hips," She wasn't expecting him to listen instantly, but he was probably really wanting to get on with his dick to stop hurting. He was practically limping.
She slid the more loose pants off his legs, and set them aside. Her next step was tp take that damn cover off. Obviously, it was not helping him, other than hiding it.
"Not even a pair of boxers," Y/N asked, working on loosening the cover. Why did he need one so damn intricate? "No wonder your dick hurts, this is like metal."
"I know," He huffed. "The fabric was too rough."
"And the metal isn't," She snicked, finally taking the damn cover fully off. And damn, was it fucking messy. It looked like he had came repeatedly already.
Eh. She could deal with that.
She didn't bother waiting to grab his dick, but pulled away when he flinched, hard. "Did that hurt?"
"N- no," He shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Y/N chuckled, and held onto his dick again. More carefully this time. "Rough or gentle?"
"Gentle."
She nodded, and gave an experimental tug. She expected another flinch, or a gasp. Not the moan that was practically yelled, and him fucking into her hand, not gently.
"Fuck," He practically sobbed.
Y/N raised an eyebrow but smiled in amusement, watching tears fill his eyes so quickly. She just kept her hand still, letting him do his thing.
He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that a cold-ish hand wrapped around his dick, and god, he needed relief. But he caught himself and stopped, pulling away. "I'm sorry," He was deeply embarrassed by the fact he was crying.
"Stop," Y/N sat up, moving to lean over him. He slid more on the ground during his moment so it wasn't hard. "It's okay, Xiao. C'mon."
He moaned again as she held his dick again, just as gently. And with her above him, smiling at him reassuringly, god, he needed to come.
"You were doing so good, fuck my hand again," She started moving her hand first, but stopped once his hips started to buck up, slowky this time. "Good job, you're doing such a good job."
He choked out a moan, hands gripping at Y/N's wrist and waist. "Don't stop, please."
"I won't," She assured him, despite knowing he was doing most the work here.
"Y/N," He gasped, hips stuttering. "Kiss me? Please?"
That caught her off guard, but she listened. She leaned in and groaned when Xioa slammed them together. The kiss was messy but Xiao was moaning throughout it, so she didn't complain.
"Thank you," He whimpered against her lips. "Feels so- You feel so good, please don't stop."
Y/N felt her breathing pick up. She didn't know he would be like this. She liked it though, how fucking whiney he was, hips excited to fuck just her hand.
So she kissed him, just as roughly as he did. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her in place, fucking into her hand faster. Her hand was absolutely covered in the old come, but she hoped more would be joining soon.
He pulled away to whine into her shoulder. "It's not enough," He sobbed, frustrated and embarrassed.
"Okay," Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "Just uh, give me a second, okay?"
He nodded, pulling away so she could do what she needed. He watched her every move, the way her arms flexed as she pulled her jacket, the way, her eyes closed as she pulled her hair up, and god, the way she looked at him.
He yelped as she grabbed his legs and pulled, quickly and roughly. She kept doing so until he was laying on his upper back and shoulders, and his legs were on her shoulders, successfully putting his dick and ass practically in his face.
This was so fucking embarrassing, what was he-
"Oh fuck," He yelled as her tongue ran up his length, her hands holding his hips to keep him from squirming too much. "Yes!"
She kissed his thigh but pulled away again. "What all did you do to try and get off?"
He paused at the question, mind running much to quick to process it quickly. "I uhm- I jacked off?"
"That's it," She asked, looking confused.
"Well," He gulped. "I took a cold shower and um... Fingered myself," He gulped again, looking away.
"Jesus christ Xiao," Y/N mumbled, looking to his ass. "Can I eat you out?"
So many different ways to answer that. So many ways to say yes. But he didn't think one really fit the situation like he wanted.
"Please, Y/N," He choked out, reaching out to hold her hand.
Y/N held his hand back, before going to eat him out. He immediately jumped, then moaned softly. So she brought her free hand up to jack him off, gently again.
Xiao could barely think. Y/N's tongue inside of him, the hand around his cock, and god, the way she fucking manhandled him so he wouldn't move. He could get used to this, he wanted more of this. He wanted this everyday, just Y/N.
God, the things he would want to do to Y/N if she let him. All of it went way past sex. No, he liked her more than that. He wanted a life with her, not just the sex, even though it sounded great.
And god, it was great. Y/N was relentless, obviously trying hard to make him come. It was just like, whenever he felt he was getting close, he just wouldn't come. He hoped that Y/N would make a difference, and yeah, it felt way better. But he still wasn't coming.
"Y/N," He whimpered after a few minutes of wordless moans, and grabbing at her. "It's- It's not-" He shook his head.
Y/N didn't want to give up at this point. Xiao was fucking close, she knew it. So she adjusted him again, letting his legs lean back into the air, rather than hwr shoulders.
She let two fingers slide in and almost groaned at how easily they slid in. God, this would be a great time to have her strap on her. Damnit.
She searched for that spot she knew was there, other hand wrapping around Xiao's hips so he was stop moving around so much.
"There," He gasped. "Yes, fuck, there yes, that's it," He nodded, hand going down to find Y/N's thigh. He really needed something to hold.
Y/N loosened her arm from his hips to go back to his dick. She let her fingers curl everytime she moved them in, to hit that one spot that was making him jump.
God, he was sobbing again. His mind switched from completely full, to absolute empty. He couldn't think, he only felt those goddamn hands. He wasn't sure what he was saying but hes pretty sure he was talking. Or just mindlessly babbling.
Regardless, he was past the point of embarrassment.
He didn't know when she added a third finger but he felt it when he felt his stomach twisting. He sobbed loudly. "I'm gonna cum, please Y/N," He gripped her thigh roughly, maybe too rough, but Y/N didn't say anything. "Oh- God fuck! Please!"
Y/N huffed, keeping her pace even. This was working.
Until it wasn't.
She sighed when Xiao didn't come, and felt his frustrated groan, a hand going up to wipe hie tears.
"This is pointless," He dropped his weight on her, not caring at this point.
Y/N thought this over. His cock was very clearly sensitive, a very deep red and he seemed to be getting tired.
Xiao was ripped from his hating thoughts when Y/N pulled away completely. "What-"
"C'mon," She threw him his pants.
"Did I- What are we doing," He asked, breathing heavy. No. He didn't want to stop. Even if it wasn't working- No, he needed Y/N. Fuck, no, she can't just leave.
"We're-"
"I love you," He blurted out, stopping both of them.
Y/N paused. "What?"
"I love you," No turning back now. "I'm in love with you, if anyone can make me come, it's you. Please don't leave me like this, Y/N, I'm begging you."
Y/N watched Xiao cry with wide eyes. It wasn't out of pleasure this time, but she could tell he was getting overwhelmed, he even looked scared.
"Xiao," She mumbled, sitting by him and holding him. He sobbed, holding her back. "I'm not leaving, I promise. I was never leaving. It's okay, take a deep breath."
"Don't leave," He could barely tell it was his own voice. It was shaky, and almost pathetic, but Y/N just held him closer, kissing the top of his head.
"It's okay," She assured him, lifting his head and wiping away tears. "Look at me."
He looked her in the eye and almost broke down all over again at the look in her eye. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm right here."
"I love you," He shook his head. "Don't push it aside, please acknowledge it, I love you Y/N. I don't want you to leave me after this, please don't."
Y/N sighed, kissing him. He groaned, kissing her back and then looked at her for her next words. Anything more.
"I love you too, Xiao," She wiped more tears away. "I am head over heels for your dumbass."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really?"
"Yeah," She nodded. "And we'll talk about that later okay? I promise we will. But I need you to answer something for me."
He nodded. He was sure he would do anything right now, if she asked.
"Did you purposely not let yourself come because you thought I would leave you here," She asked, a thumb still caressing his cheek, despite most of the tears being dried up.
"No," He shook his head, then thought it over. "Maybe? I don't know, it could've been part of it but it wasn't on purpose. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," She smiled softly, then blew out of breath. "Thank god, I thought I was losing my touch."
Xiao smacked her arm, rolling his eyes. That was definitely her, alright.
Y/N chuckled. "Okay c'mon. Let's do this again."
He watched her move back between his legs, spreading them over her own thighs, so he was on display for her once again.
"Wait," He spoke up. "So what were you doing, if you weren't leaving?"
"Oh," She tilted her head. "I was gonna fuck you at my place."
He blinked. "...why not here, like everything else?"
"I wanted a condom, and my strap is in ny bedroom," She snorted. "I don't want to pop out a baby quite yet."
"That's fair," He nodded with a sigh.
"Mhm," She hummed, a hand pushing up his shirt. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Xiao nodded, looking to her with a small smile. God, he better fucking come, it was going to be embarrassing as hell if he didn't.
She wrapped her hand around he again, gently. The other hand made its way to his right nipple, moving her thumb over it before she pinched it, still gentle.
He moaned again, breathing picking up. "Oh fuck," He wished he could stop crying.
"Good boy," She hummed and he twitched, starting to fuck her hand all over again. And again, he wasn't gentle with himself.
"Call me it again, please," He practically begged.
"You're such a good boy, Xiao," Y/N grinned, watching him fuck her hand harder.
"Just yours," He whined.
"Yeah, you're my good boy," She kissed his chest, then moved to kiss his neck. "You're doing so good, c'mon baby, you can come. You're look so pretty, fucking up into my hand."
His jaw dropped as he whimpered, his orgasm sneaking up on him. "I- I'm- Y/N-"
"Yes, come baby," Xiao thrived at the way she sounded as breathless as him, and came all over her hand.
He gripped onto her hard, body jerking closer and farther from her hand. "Ah fuck fuck FUCK," His eyes rolled back, and it felt like it wouldn't stop.
But next thing he knew, he was in a bed. Not his, no. But looking at the room, he could tell it was Y/N's. It was so her.
"Sup," He jumped at Y/N's voice. She stood in the doorway to her room, eating something. "You're awake!"
Xiao sighed, sitting up. "God, what happened?"
"Dude, you came so much," Y/N laughed. "Its was so hot. But you pretty much blacked out from there. I almost took you to your place but my place was closer and you looked like you really needed some rest."
She walked away for a second but came back with another plate and handed it to him. "I cleaned you up but you should eat."
"Thank you," He frowned a bit. "For everything."
"No need to thank me," She shook her head, setting her plate aside. Go ahead and eat. We'll talk afterwards, okay?"
He nodded, head hanging.
She kept him talking pretty much throughout the whole time they ate, about random things. Events coming up, whether he had to do anything significant soon, or what he did over that week.
Then when they were done, Xiao laid back in her bed, waiting for her return. She said she was just cleaning the dishes but she was taking awhile. But she did come back, with his clothes, now clean.
"Thank you," He looked back down, once he had the clothes, seeing she even fixed a hole in the left pant leg. "Why'd you do that?"
"I got bored," She shrugged, sitting by him. "What's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're pouting," She chuckled. "C'mon, talk to me. What's wrong?"
Xiao shrugged, because he didn't really know. He was happy, Y/N loved him back, she did all these great things for him, what was there to feel bad about?
"Is has to be something," She held his hand and he felt his eyes shoot to them. Fuck yes!
"I don't know," He spoke truthfully. "It's nothing specific. I guess... I feel bad that you did all this, maybe. Had sex with me in an almost open field, brought me here when I passed out, made me food, cleaned and fixed my clothes. I think it would've been easier to just take me home or just leave me there."
"Do you think you're a burden for me," She asked with a frown, and he shrugged.
"I guess you could say that."
"Xiao," She turned his head and kissed him. It was soft, and much more controlled than their other's. Her lips moved gently over his and he sighed, taking a tighter hold of her hand.
"You will never be a burden to me," Y/N looked him in the eye when she pulled away, still holding his face so he wouldn't looked away. "Everything I did today, I did because I wanted to. I wanted to do it for you. And you deserved it all, and so much more."
He sighed, taking a risky move to hold her. But she held him back, kissing the top of his head. "Thank you. You know... I'm so down for you to peg me."
"Now?!"
"Oh yeah."
#xiao#xiao genshin impact#genshin impact#xiao genshin smut#xiao genshin x reader#genshin impact xiao#genshin impact smut#xiao x reader#sub xiao#xiao x female reader#xiao x female y/n
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hello steeeeephhhh :D
yet another rant incoming - hold on! (or ignore your choice lmao)
but like-
OKAY.
idk why it took me so long to watch the rdj sherlock holmes movies but like... HAHAAHAHAHAH HOW CAN A MOVIE TRY SO DESPERATELY TO BE STRAIGHT AND END UP SO BEAUTIFULLY GAYYYYY
lmaoooo literally can't. it's just too funny!!!
i watched them both (are there really only two?) (nvm i just looked it up myself - yes there are only two)
thaha. holmes constantly trying to sabotage watson's relationship with mary and watson actually giving in to holmes' attempts to keep him company... it is hilarious!
OH aaalso... the first one was made before the bbc show right? it's funny to see the parallels between those!
(bbc did better but honestly nothing will ever be better than bbc sherlock to me...)
(jude law is an amazing watson!!! not entirely convinced of rdj as sherlock holmes. maybe i didn't buy his british accent xD (or maybe i am just too big of a sucker for benny boi xD) (who am i kidding ofc i am too big of a sucker for benefit cumbernoodle))
ANYGAYS!!! i hope youre okay and i am sending you hugs!!!
btw i am sorry for my random rants in your inbox but... i don't know i just love the way you interact with your asks... ask-people? what is that called??? idk but i hope you know what i mean!)
whoop!! reminded me of how much i love sherlock haha (not that i could ever forget i am just in desperate need of a rewatch)
(am i making too many brackets?) (i totally am) (shut up turtely it's getting awkward) OKAYYYY BYYEEE
love you take care youre wonderful and loved and beautiful and perfect just the way you are and I NEED TO STOP AND BRING THIS TO AN END NOW!!!
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Hey Turtely!!!
OMG I LOVE RDJ Holmes, and it's so BEAUTIFUL. The first one came out in 2009, and Sherlock came out in 2010, so yes, RDJ Holmes was first, and I fell in love with that one first (I got into Sherlock in 20...13? Just before season 3). The two RDJ films are still a couple of my faves, and there's been talks for YEARS for a third one (I know both RDJ and Law want to do it, but I think the problem is all the issues plaguing WB...)
AND OMG the BEST PART?? Law literally shamed a reporter for calling their relationship a bromance; I think they BOTH want the third one to be an explicit queer relationship, but I think the big hurdle is the studio interference and (BEFORE 2023) was the remaining copyrights not having expired. NOW that all the ACD canon is public domain, the big hurdle is the WB.
Anyway, I love them, SO MUCH. I ship them SO hard, and now I think I'm gonna go rewatch the movies because they're SO beautiful. I love them to bits.
Since it's been over a decade since the last one, I would LOVE SH3 to explore them older and together. I think that would be lovely.
I have a lot of fun stuff in my rdj holmes , ritchie holmes , and sherlock holmes 2009 tags you can check out!
And thank you for your kind words. I will try my best to take care of myself <3 My heart is a squishy at the praise LOL
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Get your phone! (Batmom in DCeased)
You chose to Grab the phone! lets see what happens
WAIT WAIT!! have you read the first part reader? I hope so. this is one of the options!
(Return to Scene 1)
Without a second to waist you crawl to one of the night stands and grab your phone. Calling Bruce became muscle memory but it was then where you felt a white hot pain cores through your body. The thoughts of death and spreading death consumed you to your core. Instinctively you threw the phone to the wall, breaking it to pieces. You felt it. This pain was what your sons felt. You were turning and there was no way of stopping it. Your hands went to your scalp, pulling at your hair with such a force you were pulling your hair out.
“Bruce. Alfred. Damian. Jason, Cassandra. Bruce, Alfred, Damian, Jason, Cassandra .” Like a mantra you repeated those words as you shuffled to the balcony on your bedroom. Everything happened so slow, yet so fast. You grabbed a picture that was on Bruce’s nightstand, one last look before locking yourself out the room you’ve spent time in. “death. Death, DEAD DEATH KILL KILL!”
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After Darkside left through a boom tube it was then when Batman received a notification on his device. Cyborg was missing, after talking amongst the justice league members he quickly left for the Batcave. As soon as he arrives he immediately firewalls his computer. Through the use of analog video cameras he was able to look to the city as it burned with the screams of the civilians.
“Computer is the house safe. The virus is spreading online.”
“No.”
Panicked, Bruce initiates an EMP (Electromagnetic pulse) around the house. In a second the manor above was quiet. He quickly ran up the steps to his family home, but when the door opened silence was deafening.
“Alfred! Y/n?”
He walked down the hall towards the kitchen finding Alfred fending off a crazed Dick Grayson. Bruce pulled his son back “dick! Richard it’s me. Snap out of it.”
Dick’s growling was too much. “Alfred! Run! Find Y/n and get out!” Alfred looked around the room. He took out a pristine meat tenderizer and swung it on Dicks head. Over and over… until his grandson went limp.
Bruce looked at his son on the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the tears for his son. he will mourn later, he needed to find his wife.
With Alfred behind him Bruce ran to his shared bedroom. But when he arrived Tim’s lifeless body was on the floor. He wore his pajamas and his face was unrecognizable. Bruce only stared at the corpse, as if trying to memorize every detail. He walked over his son’s body and attempted to open the door. It was open but it wasn’t budging. Both Bruce and Alfred worked together to open. Hope filled Bruce’s heart as Y/n is probably just on the other side, safe but alive. Bruce managed to squeeze his way through but all his hope faded. The balcony window slightly opened, one half of his wife’s body was towards the outside. A family picture broken beside her. He looked around the room to see a broken phone on the floor. It was then where he let his tears go. His family, his sons, his wife. He was too late.
“Bruce look out!”
Bruce looked up to see you, his wife lunge at him. Bruce pulled his arm out to block the attack but that’s when she got a bite in.
“Ahhh!” Bruce now had his back to the wall. His face scratched at by his beloved. It happened so fast, one minute y/n was screaming at him and the next she’s put down. Bruce looked to his right to see Alfred with a shotgun “I’m sorry sir. I was too late it seems.”
Bruce looked down at you. Your pale scratched face. A broken pearl necklace and also wearing pajamas. Bruce took her wedding ring before leaving to the cave. He must inform Clark. He must inform his son Damian who must be alive.
He’s running out of time
But that’s ok
He’ll be joining his family soon.
// Angst Ending. Victim of the outbreak //
OKAYYYY reader! you've acquired 1/3 endings :3 Go back to Scene one and see what happens next.
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LOML - CHOI SAN
So...I'm currently appearing for my finals and vowed to stay away from writing until i finish...but here I am. It jus popped into my mind. LOL.
Fluff with a practically unnoticeable angst...but I'm not sure
Genre: Best friends to lovers
Pairings: bestfriend!San x reader
"I shouldn't be here." I said with worry lacing my tone after I practically lied to my mum just so I could come to the amusement park with San and the boys.
"But you're here now so...you can't really do anything about it." San said with a grin which resulted in me punching his arm.
"Ow! What was that for?!" he cried out.
"It's not funny! Omo...dad will kill me!" I said and let out a frustrated groan.
"In order to fully enjoy life, you need to take risks sometimes and besides...you won't remain a teen forever so enjoy it as much as you can, even if it requires getting scolded by your dad." San said with a little smile trying to cheer me up.
"I mean...you do have a point but I still can't help but get worried." I said as we walked inside the amusement park after Seonghwa payed for our tickets.
"Hey, don't worry! Let's just have as much fun as we can." he said when Hongjoong spoke up.
"We'll meet at the ferris wheel in an hour." he said as everyone ran of to play on the rides.
"Okay then! Where should we go first?!" San said excitedly as Wooyoung looked around.
"How about the roller coaster?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as I agreed.
"Yes! I wanna go there!" I said excitedly and dragged San .
"Just don't scream!" San said already aware of the fact that you and Wooyoung would end up screaming your lungs out.
"Don't act so brave, you scream even louder than us." I said making him pout as we got on the line.
"I don't scream that much you know..." he said and after exactly 30 minutes it was our turn to get on.
"Okayyyy so...who's sitting alone?" Wooyoung said looking at his two bestfriends.
"Well, I wanna sit with Y/n." San said making Wooyoung's face drop.
"Wha- it's not fair!" Wooyoung exclaimed as I chuckled.
"You don't have a choice cause, I wanna sit with San too." I said making Wooyoung whine.
"Nooo! We're playing rock paper scissors!" Wooyoung said only to realise that his friends were already getting on the roller coaster.
"Ya- wait up!"
And so, Wooyoung ended up sitting on the front alone with me and San two seats behind him. Moments before the roller coaster started San held my hand.
"Okay, maybe I am terrified after all..." he said making me chuckle as I squeezed his hand lightly.
"Don't worry...I'm always here for you." I said as he suddenly looked me deep in the eye flustering me from the sudden action.
It also didn't help that I was stupid in love with San since we were in elementary school.
"Forever?" he said making me freeze as I was about to open my mouth to speak but it was cut short when the roller coaster began moving making us scream. After a series of turns and loops we were nearing the top of the rail making us terrified. How on earth was Wooyoung who is seated at the front still functioning? I thought as we neared the top with slow strides.
Me being the scaredy cat I was clinged on to San's arm and put my head on his shoulder blades, tightly shutting my eyes.
"If we die..." San trailed on making me reply with a hum, too scared to open my eyes or talk.
"I want you to know that! I would've liked to take you out on a proper brunch date and ask you to be my girlfriend nicely but! I'm gonna ask you now!" he said making me open my eyes and look into his eyes with a dust of pink over my cheeks.
"BE MY LOVER!" He screamed due to the roller coaster reaching the top and advancing downwards with the speed of lightning.
"CHOI SAN! I'M GONNA KISS YOU THE MOMENT WE GET OFF!!" I screamed as the roller coaster made a sharp right.
"I'D LIKE THAT!" He replied as we neared the ending point.
As soon as we reached, I stood up from the seat with wobbly feet, struggling to stand when San extended his hand for me to hold onto for support without making eye contact with me and only letting go after we safely got off the roller coaster.
"So about what I said-" I cut him off by kissing him right then and there.
"I hope you know that the feelings are mutual." I said after breaking the kiss making San pull me by my waist and cup my cheek tenderly, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
"You do realise you signed a deal for life with me with that kiss right?" he asked after the kiss making me giggle.
"I know what I'm doing San...and I think I quite like the idea of being bound to you for life." I said resulting in me getting tackled into a bear hug by San.
I know that I would probably get yelled at by dad and probably be grounded for a week and probably be restricted from going out at night again but at the end of the day, it was all worth it if I was able to finally tell San how I feel and upgrading my crush of 10 years to my boyfriend. Maybe taking risks is necessary to enjoy life.
Although...I wonder what happened to Wooyoung...I didn't see him even once from the moment we got off.
I guess it'll just remain a mystery. Hehe.
#san ateez#ateez ff#ateez masterlist#ateez#atiny#ateez yunho#ateez au#ateez imagines#ateez fluff#hongjoong#ateez mingi#ateez fanfic#ateez seonghwa#ateez hongjoong#ateez fever#ateez san
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hi everyone here’s the next hannibal notes/reactions (s1 ep8 aka the notorious romcom episode and also the finale of the crush arc) except it’s just the silly goofy ones:
FROMAGE <333 this one is lowkey one of my favourites
“did you think it was a date?” “honestly it never crossed my mind” - will cringe fail era ngl 😭
“JUST KIDDING” PLEASE that’s like hannibal with his cannibal jokes 💀
“shake it off, keep on looking” will,, no,,,
I hate to say it but this is the most homoerotic murder we’ve seen so far like okayyy
“I want to be supportive of you” HANNIBAL STFU
“had to open you up to get a decent sound out of you” okayyyy
^^ THE WAY ZELLER LOOKS AT WILL AFTER HE SAYS THAT LMAOOO he’s like 😟
“he’s a poet and a psychopath 😳”
hannibal: omg he was serenading me… 🥹🔪
“I believe he wants to show someone how well he plays” maybe I giggled. maybe just a little
poor franklyn tbh 😭😭 get outta there king
“because he knows I’d tell you” the love letter has been passed in class now hannibal is meeting tobias behind the bleachers
“I didn’t want you to stop playing” now why was that kinda romantic
it’s both flirtatious and threatening, freaks </33
“what kind of animal was it?” will sitting there like oh it was me 🤭
“you have to stop thinking so much” says you will *throws plate at his head*
IT STARTED OUT WITH A KISS HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS
so true alana get outta there, do it for franklyn who never could </3
anyway next up is hannibal and tobias’ date. *announcer voice* will hannibal fare any better with his romantic pursuits? stay tuned after the break to find out
tobias is UNHINGED
“don’t kill franklyn 🥺” SHUT UP
hannibal: “ofc you want to kill me I’m hot and sexy 🙄”
“I could use a friend” friend is code for boy best friend 🤭💖
“I don’t want to be your friend” LITERALLY GET OWNED
NOT WILL INTERRUPTING THE DATE ?? TEA ?? this show is a romcom
“I kissed alana bloom” what is wrong with you
that is such a long drive like will 😭😭 please
“you have a guest? 🤨” literally GO AWAY
^^ WILL LOOKS SO UPSET
he’s like wtf… why would you be hanging out with anyone but me. what the hell. wine glasses too ?? you drink wine with other people ?? I’m about to break the table and eat the plates
“I don’t disagree” HANNIBAL LMAO he’s like this is the worst dynamic 🙄🙄 wbk
“I’m wondering then why you kissed her, and felt compelled to drive an hour in the snow just to tell me about it” HE SOUNDS SO ANGRY ?? like it’s subtle the way he always is but he’s internally rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue 😭
why is this literally like everybody talks “IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER”
me and hannibal are both psychoanalysing the hell out of will rn
“it’s our song” - now why was that romantic
NOT HANNIBAL SENDING WILL TO TOBIAS AFTER TOBIAS SAID HE’D KILL THE MEN WHO CAME TO INVESTIGATE HIM ??? he’s feeling a little silly
^^ he’s literally self destructive and is the cause of all his problems I hate him 🫶
hannibal: *sends will to his likely death*
also hannibal literally next scene: *laments to bedelia about his will obsession and want for connection*
he’s so stupid 😩 I hate gay people
“is there someone new in your life?” “I met a man :D” why is he acting cute 😭
not hannibal confessing his crush on will to bedelia, he’s literally twirling his hair and kicking his legs AGAIN like a FOOL
“he can assume my point of view” bedelia is immediately like 🚩
NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS IN A BASEMENT
NOT TOBIAS SHOWING UP AT HANNIBAL’S OFFICE WHEN FRANKLYN IS THERE WHAT IS THIS A SOAP OPERA
I like how hannibal willingly sent will to tobias (and his likely death) and then is SURPRISED when tobias said he killed the police who came to investigate him LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD
^^ clown behaviour
the girls are fighting 😳
this bitch fight was so needed 💅
hannibal tearing up when he sees will what if I cried too huh? what then? but no at this point hannibal has totally fallen for him jeez 😭
“I was worried you were dead” SHUT UP
also we were so robbed of will wiping the blood from hannibal’s face in that scene why would they take that from us </3
“I can’t help feeling responsible for what happened to franklyn” SHUT UP I HATE HIM
#new drinking game: take a shot every time I tell hannibal to shut up in my rewatch reaction notes LMAO#fromage is such a funny episode why is it romcom coded#I love the drama 🫶#and omg that concludes the crush three-parter arc#next up is will’s encephalitis arc NDBSJSJ#hannibal#nbc hannibal#will graham#hannigram#ghost reacts#ghost speaks
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'Secrets' Part 1
E.J Caswell x Reader
Summery: You have a secret that only Gina, Ashlynn, Nini, Carlos literally everyone in the theatre club knows. Even miss Jen. The only person that doesn't know is your boyfriend E.J. Your secret is that you work with the Flash and when your watch beeps three or more times it's an emergency. Here's where this gets interesting E.J being E.J asked everyone 'Why does she keep running of." Or even "Is she cheating on me?" So yeah your friends and E.J get kidnapped by one your's and Barry's enemies.
You and Gina were at your locker talking about what happend on your last mission when your boyfriend E.J Caswell came.
"Hey e.j." Gina said.
"Hey ranger rick." You said smiling.
"Hi." He said and kissed you, witch took you by surprise.
"Uhhh, best friend still here." Gina stated in annoyance.
"Right sorry, Gina. Oh Y/N I wanna tell you something?" E.J said to you.
"What about?" You asked your handsome boyfriend.
"Uhhh,"
The ball rung and you said,
"Tell me later. Gina and I have Science, we have Mr Fuller. If we're late he will give us detention."
"Bye." Gina said.
"See you later hotshot." You say while dragging Gina to scince.
"Okay, when are you gonna tell him."
"When the time is right."
"And when will the time be right. How long can you keep it up?"
"As long as I need to Gina."
"Really? This has gone on long enough."
"What has?"
"The secrets. The lies."
"If he knows, Marcus will use him agents me."
"Y/N."
"Look Mr Fuller is here so shut up."
In the middle of class your classmates decided to do a tick-tock joke.
"Mr Fuller? It's hot in here can you please turn the heater off." One of your idiotic classmates asked.
"No. You wanna know why. It's perfectly fine in here." Mr. Fuller said.
Everyone except you and Gina pretended to faint.
"Why aren't the two of you doing it." He asked.
"Mr Fuller. We can tell you're mad and we don't want to make you more angry." You say.
"Yeah. And when they said they were going to do it. Y/N and I thought how you would be feeling so, we decided not to do it." Gina continued.
"We tried really hard to get them to not do it but nothing we were doing was changing their minds." You finished.
"Thank you Y/N and Gina you can go out five minutes early." Mr. Fuller said greatly to you and Gina, and then continued, "As for the rest of you......afternoon detention."
"Urghhhhh." The class compland.
"Wanna make it a Saturday?"
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"You have to tell E.J." Ashlynn said while the rest of your friends nodded in agreement.
"Have to tell me what?" E.J asked while coming to your lunch table.
"Uhhh, ummmm. E.J Uhh." All of a sudden your watch started beeping. Everyone looked at you with a look that said 'Go. We'll cover for you' you gave them a smile that said 'thanks' and left.
"Why did she run off?" E.J asked the group.
"She has something important to do." Carlos said hoping you would come back as soon as possible.
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"So what's the big emergency?" You asked Cisco.
"We got a video message." He repiled.
"From who?"
"I think you know."
"Crap. Play the message."
Video message
"Hello Y/N. Now I'm sure you're wondering why I have sent you a video message. Well, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You and me go for ice cream. Or else something will happen to your best friends and your so called 'cute' boyfriend. Okay choi."
"Girl you good? You look pissed." Cisco asked you in worry.
"Call him. Call him now." You said in a mad voce.
"Okayyyy."
Cisco called Marcus and he said,
"I see you got my message."
"Yeah I did and you know what captain eyebrows....the answer is no." You say to him coldly.
"Well I guess we have to do this the hard way." He smirked.
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Doc Halloran x Reader || Oneshot
*Note: I've never written for Halloran before and I haven't seen the movie in a while so... I hope you enjoy this anyway? Sorry!!
Plot: Halloran believes that you are one of Leslie’s next targets so he insists that you stay under house arrest where he can protect you- but you definitely are not a homebody, and this is going to be harder than he thought. Not to keep you alive - though, he does have some questions as to how you’ve kept yourself alive all these years with the way you act, -, but just to keep you to behave yourself.
Warnings: Reader for sure has some daddy issues 😅😅 Also unedited so far.
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“Oh that sounds like so much fun!! Oh- send me pictures, okay?? I wish I could be there!!” God, you really did. You would give anything to be out of the house right now, with your friends at the beach- but no, you think, squeezing some of your favourite scented moisturiser into your palm and balancing your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you begin to finish your legs. “No, Bailey, I’m not doing anything… just home… “
Bailey asks why?? completely shocked to hear that you - an absolute party animal, - are staying home all day on a Saturday. “Uh-… “What do you say? A man approached you at work and said someone’s going to try and kill you so you need to stay at home? Sure, you’ve listened to men try dumber lines with you before so she’ll understand how you took the bait, but- how do you explain that you really, really believe him?? That you’ve seen the guy in the turtle mask, before?? Instead of trying, you just shrug. “I’m just tired!~ Felt like a lazy day.”
Okayyyy, your friend sighs. You aren’t sure if she totally believes you, but as long as she doesn’t argue- you’re golden. Well I’ll tag you on Instagram, and pin the location so you can come by if you change your mind.
“Thank youu, you’re the best- Ah!” Suddenly, seemingly all at once, the bathroom door flies open and Halloran yanks the phone away from you. Your jaw drops, unable to do anything with your hands still slippery from the cream as he holds it up to his ear.
“Sorry, Bailey, but Y/N is unable to talk right now. Please don’t call again, today. Thank you.” He says into the receiver, then hangs up and shuts the phone down completely; Pocketing it. You sit there and flush, guiltily looking away from the stern expression on his face like it physically hurts to look at it.
When he doesn’t move, you’re forced to indeed peak at him- at which point, you flash a nervous smile. “… Oops? Ha… I… Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“I’m keeping this for the duration of your house arrest.” Is all that he says, referring to your phone, making you drop your jaw and try to follow him as he leaves the room again.
“Hey! I- Oh, no.” Your feet are still slippery, too, so you sit back down immediately so as to not trip- and give a heavy huph. “Well, then. He’s a fun guy, isn’t he?... hm… “You pout, to yourself.
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You quickly finished up moisturising your legs after that and tried doing a mask for 20 minutes, just to kill time- but you got bored quick, and threw it out. Not bothering to get dressed, because it’s your own apartment and besides, the doctor isn’t totally bad looking, you get up and leave the bathroom finally; Tightening the comfy, pretty robe you got at the cutest market, a couple months back.
Ahhh, you would love to be there again. You didn’t get to see all of the stalls, after the one with the cute soaps and the cuter attendant. In fact, after that, you didn’t seem much of that market apart from his car.
But- you would totally explore it properly, now! Given the chance! You haven’t spent this much time at home since you got your first bus ticket. It’s so boring, here. And you depleted your wine rack last night.
Wandering into the livingroom, you see Halloran on the couch and hold your hands behind your back, hovering behind him. “So... can I order food, or something?”
“No.”
“Well what if I got you some, too? My treat. How do you feel about chicken?”
“Absolutely not. And I saw chicken in your freezer, just cook it.” Well, that’s that, then. You’ll starve.
Hmph… you flop on the couch, throwing your legs over Doc Halloran’s lap - though, you’re careful not to knock the laptop that you’re sharing the surface with, - and flashing him a big, sweet grin. Suppose he’ll have to entertain you, then. You’re being here is his fault in the first, place! Its only fair that he would make up for it with some of that dashing wit you know is in there, somewhere. Somewhere deep, considering the very serious way he has conducted himself so far.
“… is there something you want, Y/N?” He raises a brow, and you excitedly straighten up in your sitting.
“I’m just bored. Talk to me!~ What do you like to do?” That’s the first rule to making friends- show interest in them! Listen to them! Surely this stick-in-the-mud- uh… grump, won’t be any different-
“The quiet is always pleasant,” He just tells you, returning to his laptop- ignoring your legs entirely. Which is totally not on- you spend a lot of time shaving, waxing and moisturising those! They deserve more then that!
“Alright- how about you tell me more about Leslie then? Who is this guy- and is he cute?”
This gets a reaction out of Halloran, rattles him- making him turn slowly back to you with the most wuthering stare you’ve ever seen. Like a cowboy, you think, grinning teasingly. You always had a thing for the cowboys… the ones that don’t spit on the ground, at least. “Leslie, is a dangerous man with delusions of becoming a ‘Slasher’.” He rolls his eyes. “Like, the- one with the ski mask, and the… “Here, he makes a wiggly gesture with his hand, before shaking his head. “The finger knives. You probably shouldn’t be referring to him as ‘cute’.”
“So he isn’t, is what you’re saying?”
… he doesn’t take the bait. He’s a smart guy. Instead, he just nods and turns back to the screen in front of him. But with the laptops light shining on his face, you can see just the tiniest glimmer of a smile at your antics. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying to you.”
“Hm… “
Your allow silence for a few moments, trying to peer at whatever he’s typing, before suddenly there’s a knock at the door that absolutely jolts you, from surprise. A hand flies to your chest, feeling your heart hammer away inside. Oh my god. “Who is that??” You hiss, still recovering from your small stroke.
“You’re telling me you’re not expecting anyone? You didn’t order food?- “
“You told me I couldn’t!” You pout. Does he really think that badly of you? Goodness, you’ve only known eachother for a couple of days and the man thinks the same of you as all your teachers growing up.
“You didn’t invite any of your… little friends?”
Little friends? How old does he think you are?? How old is HE??? “No, Daddy, you told me not to… “ You set him with an evil, teasing grin, and he rolls his eyes.
“Alright.” Swift as the coursing river - you love that song, - Halloran moves his laptop to the coffee table and disentangles himself from your legs, and makes it to the door without making much sound at all- the long coat that he refused to take off despite the heating in this building being perfectly fine swooshing behind him. You get on your knees and move to the edge of the couch, where he was sitting before, so you can see if anything happens.
If it’s the guy in the turtle mask. The not-cute guy. The one that apparently wants to kill you, for some reason. Leslie.
“… is it him?”
“… No.” Halloran responds with certainty after a moment of peering out the mail slot, flipping the lid open only the tiniest slither so he can see.
“Hm, what do they look like?”
“… male, light brown hair, approximately 6’5, wearing a shirt that says… something I’m not about to repeat out loud- “
“Oh, that’s Tyler.” The antipathy in your voice is fully palpable- so much so that Halloran straightens up and looks at you, surprised at the less then pleased expression on your face as you turn and sit down properly, finally, one leg crossed over your knee; Arms crossed over your chest. “Ex-boyfriend. Shoot him if you must.”
Halloran looks at you again, and you’re sure he’s wondering how you knew about the gun he’s got with him, but really?? He’s underestimating you. At this point in your life you’ve figured out how to tell between the feel of a gun and a penis and this man has been painfully professional the entire time he’s been here. Not one erection.
… Unlike Tyler. Too many erections, there. Erections for you, for the girl down the street, for his best friend Craig-
“… I don’t think that’ll be entirely necessary, in this instance. Would you just come up here and ask him to leave, Y/N?”
Shaking your head, you get up from the couch and approach him, finger in front of your lips. “Just stay quiet, he’ll leave on his own.”
Tyler gives few more knocks on the door, too hard and too fast, exactly how you begged him not to do a million times after you installed the bell. “He can see that the light is on under the crack.” Halloran’s hand goes toward the doorhandle, but you catch his sleeve before he can reach it.
“He’s not that bright. Just give him a minute… “While you listen out for Tyler to leave, you ‘let’ your hand wander from the doctors sleeve down his coat… to the pocket. He doesn’t seem to notice as you slip your phone out and into your robe pocket.
When Tyler’s heavy footsteps recede back down the hall and down the stairs away from your apartment, you give a smile- stepping away from Halloran. “See? There.” You waive at the door like its offering you a snack you don’t particularly like. “He probably didn’t even notice the light~ Wouldn’t’a thought to look!”
He nods, disconnecting off from you entirely and returning to the couch and his laptop. You feel victorious, feeling the weight of your phone - your beloved phone, your only link to the world! - heavy in your pocket. “Wonderful. Now I’ll get back to my work and you… “
“I’ll get out of your hair.” You wink and grin, heading for your bedroom.
“You’re not bored, anymore?”
Hehe- “Nope!”
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Half an hour later you’ve made-up your face, squeezed into one of the tightest dresses you own and thrown your favourite shoes out onto the level outside your window. You just have to climb out, silently close the window again, then escape down the stairs, hail a taxi and you’re off to the beach!! You might even be able to get back before the Doc notices!
To hell with Leslie. Screw him. If you die, you’re going to die doing something that make you feel alive.
You’re out the window and putting on your shoes, when Halloran clears his throat.
You stop, immediately, and slowly turn to see him standing in your bedroom doorway; Arms crossed like a stern dad.
… oh no. Your weakness. Especially when they’re not related to you, and hot-
“Uhhh… “… How can you swing this so you don’t get in trouble?? “I dropped… my shoes out there? And… I was just getting them?? And- I like them, so I was just, uh… putting them on to come back inside, with-”
“Nice try, come inside.” Thank god he stopped you. Your babbling abilities are infinite, like Lorelai Gilmore’s, but definitely really not as good.
Huph. With the shoes on, heels dangerously high, you step carefully back into the room- but not carefully enough, it seems, as your left heel wobbles and you topple and fall the rest of the way inside.
Not face first to the ground, though, thankfully as Halloran manages to get to you and catch you in time- your face ending up buried in his shoulder instead, before he helps you to slowly stand up properly again. You’re closer together now then at the front door when Tyler was here, closer together then when you had your legs in his lap.
In the name of stability, or at least that’s all he needs to know, you hold his shoulders. His hands are still on your waist and you can’t help feeling that something is happening. Maybe its just in your head, maybe it is - because you’re bored, and attracted to him, -, but… the way that he’s looking at you, and he’s not immediately slipping off and away, just definitely feels… like something…
“Thanks!,” You give a smile. “I… um… “Are you flustered? Yes. Which is funny, because usually you’re the one flustering others. Oh- “Do you like my dress?”
He rolls his eyes, and you wander how in the world he can do that so close to you when you’re wearing your nicest perfume. But still, he says, “Yes, its lovely.”, and you take that as a sign, looking down and smiling to yourself at his words.
Without even needing to take in a deep breath, you step forward in order to press your bodies together, looking up at him again. Then, you take a deep breath. Because the words are the hardest part. “Do you think I’m pretty in it? Hm?”
“… I do. But- “
You hold up a finger- like hold on buddy, before you start with whatever its gonna be that you think will stop me here - your age, your ‘duty’, whatever, -, let me say one thing. “You do, huh?… so… well… “… you don’t actually have anything to say. Whoops. “- Uh, okay, you go first actual- “
Before you even manage to finish the ‘y’ in ‘actually’, Doc Halloran’s mouth is on yours suddenly. Immediately a moan slips out of you as he guides you back against the wall just by the window. You tilt your head to the side to make it more comfortable for him and then part your lips, making a squeak when he immediately rolls his tongue against yours.
While his eyes are closed, making out with you, you do the douche thing just this once- the End of The Breakfast Club thing- the Bender air punch.
Because fuck-yes.
#Doc Halloran x Reader Oneshot#Doc Halloran x Reader#Doc Halloran#Behind The Mask; Rise of Leslie Vernon#Horror#Oneshot
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okayyyy final scene here we come (and i have so many thoughts on this omg!! i literally had to stop reading like four times because i kept squealing lmfao)
starting off strong with “Hello there, potential murderer,” he teased you. “Is everything alright?” PLS HE HAS NO RIGHT BEING THIS ADORABLE!! also (and maybe this is just me) but i feel like he comes out with the "potential murderer" comment to lighten the mood because he knows if he immediately got all serious and asking if clover was okay then she'd shut down and panic because our girl does NOT deal well with serious emotional conversations lmao.
"You nodded again and took a step to walk past him but he caught your hand before you could walk away, your name leaving his lips again. You stopped dead in your tracks, sparks of excitement rushing through your veins before you bit down on your lip, then laced your fingers through his, your heart doing a happy flip. You could swear the simple gesture made his breath hitch and you stepped closer to him to rest your forehead against his hard chest, standing there completely still like a statue. His pleasant scent filled your nostrils, making you take a deep breath as discreetly as you could." OKAY THERE IS SO MUCH I WANT TO UNPACK WITH THIS OMFG
alright when i first read it i was low-key expecting her to panic and pull away the second he touched her because that honestly wouldn't be out of character for her but no??? she held his hand??? "the simple gesture made his breath hitch"???? stop pls they're too much, im so sensitive istg 😭😭😭 nah but you just KNOW that ben's brain is absolutely short-circuiting the moment she actually initiates physical contact with him. also i can't help but notice that he grabbed her hand instead of her wrist. now this could (of course) just be because it was easiest for him to reach but a small part of me thinks maybe he deliberately avoided touching her wrist (or maybe im delusional lol idk). and then she RESTED HER FOREHEAD ON HIS CHEST???? STOPPPPPPPP!!!! bro the mutual pining is too much for me istg between her "taking a deep breath" and him "nuzzled to the top of your head" they're practically inhaling each other and honestly im here for it.
“Can we stay like this for a moment please?” Benedict’s voice was soft; “We can stay like this for as long as you want.” i cannot possibly express how much i love this mutual need for closeness that they have. like they don't even need to talk they just need to be close to each other and have this kind of silent companionship it's so fucking sweet i could die of toothache lmao 😭😭 and the fact that ben asks if she's okay but then doesn't push her or try and force her to talk because he just knows her walls will come up if he does 😭😭
“Inside my head is not peaceful I guess,” you said. “It happens sometimes.” alright this is one of the things i love the most about clover. one thing i find in a LOT of stories is the main character has faults that are only really there when they need to be. clover's faults are always there, lingering in the back of her mind, and they're so real. (honestly she's so similar to me it scares me sometimes) her faults and insecurities aren't necessarily super dramatic or big, but they're constant. they never completely leave her mind and can be triggered by the smallest thing and that's honestly so realistic and i absolutely APPLAUD you for being able to write a character like that because it's not something a lot of writers can do consistently.
“Do you want to go back home?” “No,” you muttered. “I just…it helps. You being here.” “I’ll always be here,” OKAY THIS!! again it comes back to this silent companionship and need to be close to one-another that i find so adorable. the absolute safety and comfort they find in each other's mere EXISTENCE. like they don't need to be constantly making these grand gestures and speeches, they just need to be there and close to one another to be content and it honestly makes me want to cry (me & who fr 😭).
“Can you say that nonsense thing that I don’t believe in?” “I love you,” he murmured into your hair and heaved a sigh. “God, you have no idea how much I love you.” ALRIGHT WHERE DO I BEGIN!?!? THIS WAS SUCH A MOMENT FOR ME BECAUSE ITS SUCH DEVELOPMENT FROM THE SCENE WHERE THEY FIRST KISSED AND HE TRIED TO TELL HER HE LOVED HER BUT SHE WAS LIKE “don’t, don't say it." AND NOW SHE'S LITERALLY ASKING HIM TO TELL HER HE LOVES HER PLS THIS IS THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IM HERE FOR!!!
"your smile widened, his words washing away that small insecure voice in your head." nahhh but i love this line so so so much because she doesn't even doubt him. regardless of her insecurities, she doesn't for a moment doubt ben's words which again goes back to the scene when they kissed and he tried to tell her he loved her because it was said that she didn't want to hear if because she "didn't believe it". now she does believe it, and she believes anything he says just because it comes from him. for someone as distrusting as her, the absolute faith she has in him and his words is incredible pls i literally love them so much.
anyways that's all for today's pointless ramblings lol. thank you so so much for GoS your writing is incredible as always 🩷🩷
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Final scene, final sceneeee! 🥰
So first of all I had this picture in mind for the final scene, especially with Clover resting her head on his chest, kinda like a paintiiiing 😍
Loll oh he totally knew she would shut down and just walk away if he pressured her to talk ❤️
Benedict was so holding his breath the moment she took the first step on that ❤️ Like, especially considering he's overall a very physical person and Clover is the opposite 🥰 So it means a lot for her to take that first step❤️
now this could (of course) just be because it was easiest for him to reach but a small part of me thinks maybe he deliberately avoided touching her wrist
THAT SMALL PART OF YOU IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! ❤️ It was totally deliberate, he didn't want to scare her off or make her pull back by touching her wrist 🥰❤️ I'm so happy that you noticed that detail! 😍
Mutual pining is so so fun! ❤️ Inhaling each other awwww! ❤️
I also think it became a part of their whole dynamic, like they are honestly so comfortable in silence as long as they are with each other ❤️ It's so peaceful for them both ❤️
clover's faults are always there, lingering in the back of her mind, and they're so real. (honestly she's so similar to me it scares me sometimes) her faults and insecurities aren't necessarily super dramatic or big, but they're constant. they never completely leave her mind and can be triggered by the smallest thing and that's honestly so realistic I AM GOING TO CRY OMG THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME! ❤️
A character's flaws and how that character handles those flaws and how they take a part in their life is actually something I pay a lot of attention to, both while reading and writing ❤️🥰 I think it creates a huge part of the character's personality and their dynamic with the other characters and the rest of the world, and aaaaaaa it makes me so excited to hear that I managed to reflect it🥰❤️
Yessss and that silent companionship is like...kind of what we said at the beginning of the fic where they have "black cat / golden retriever" energy 😂 Their dynamic is so like that, they're both in the same place enjoying each other's presence 😁
Omg yesssss! Like, from that moment in rooftop and especially when they kissed for the first time, Clover was so stubborn not to let him say it, she didn't even want to hear him say "I love you" but she craves it now! ❤️ It's not a threat about future or a manipulation tactic for her anymore, it is something that gives him peace and happiness and makes her feel safe 😍🥰 She trusts him so so much! ❤️
DARLING OMG-
I can't thank you enough for this, you've made my day with these! You're so amazing and I love youuuu, thank you so much! 😍😍😍
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Do you got any friendship headcanons 🥺🥺 Or OR OR REONSEMISHIRA (sorry i love them) LIKE FIRST DATE. When Shirabu first joined and how did their first date went with him for the first time unless they took him to “hangouts” already without letting him know or the other two its a date.
Ps. I accidentally made this a chat at first but deleted it and repaste it here 😃😃😃
It's okayyyy 💀 I had the most embarrassing experience last weekend and I still haven't recovered 😭
ANYWAYS REONSEMISHIRA FIRST DATE HCS LET'S GO!!!
- Let's start off with the fact that Shirabu is FREAKING OUT
- He's never done this before, someone help this child 💀
- He's flipping his shit
- He spends his first half of high school pining over these dudes that are literally in a relationship (with each other!) and they just asked him out and now he's going on a date with them 😱
- Taichi's watching this go down with utter enjoyment
- Reon and Semi aren't too much better 💀
- "Do I look okay?" "Do you think he'll like what we have planned?" "Should we get him flowers? Or chocolate? A card?" "Why would we get him a card? It's not his birthday." "Cards aren't just for birthdays, Eita, you himbo."
- They're trying their best
- All three need to collectively get their shit together 💀
- They pick him up at his dorm 😩
- How romantic 🤧
- At least it would have been if Taichi hadn't been the one who answered the door 😭
- Shirabu comes to the door looking like an angel
- "Heyyyyyy...You guys look like you're gonna pee yourselves." "Wow, thanks Kawanishi, we really appreciate it." "Where's Shirabu at?" "He's getting his life together, here I'll get him. KENJIRŌ YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE HERE-"
- Semi and Reon are already blushing like "Omg boyfriends 😳🥴😩"
- Reon and Semi are already mapping out their wedding
- Shirabu happily greets them and Taichi (not so peacefully) waves them off
- Taichi can basically hear the church bells from where he's standing 💀
- Shirabu's foaming at the mouth cuz omg they are h o t
- "BYEEE, HAVE FUUUUN! BE BACK BY NINE! DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS! I LOOOOOVVVVE YOU KENJI-" "SHUT UP TAICHI!"
- After the very embarrassing send off, Shirabu finally feels the nerves calm a slight bit due to the others' presence
- They walk to their date because yeah, it's just better that way
- They take him to a cute little diner that Reon really likes <3
- It's retro and cute cuz I said so 🙄
- They all sit down and the waiters all know Semi and Reon by name???
- That's kinda funky
- "Do you guys know these people..?" "Oh! We just come here often. It's kind of like our special place where we get away from the team, heh."
- THEY TOOK HIM TO THEIR SPECIAL SPOT
- HE MIGHT JUST CRY IN THE BATHROOM WHAT
- They all agreed not to tell the team immediately (with the exception of Taichi, he would find out one way or another anyway) so that being a fact made Shirabu even more nervous.
- He better not blow this chance that he has or he might just jump off a cliff 🤡😍
- Semi and Reon are freaking out too tho ngl
- They never even considered adding onto their relationship EVER until Shirabu came along. I mean the level of shock when they both confessed to each other that they liked Shirabu too was through the roofs.
- And now they're on a date with him, they better do this right 😩
- During a stare down between Semi and Shirabu Reon just quietly pays the bill, not wanting them to argue over it anymore
- "Lord, what am I going to do with the both of you? 😮💨😪"
- They've been on only one date that included all of them and they already sound like they've been married for 10 years
- On the way back home they hold hands <3
- They even notice that it's getting late and that curfew for STZW was soon so they all had to sprint back to the school 💀
- That was a fun experience
- The closer they get to Shirabu's dorm the more they dread the end of the date. They had so much fun (plus they wanna hang out with their new boo 😪)
- But they've only had one date, and they agreed to take things the proper way for Shirabu's heart's sake
- "Well..here we are..."
- Shirabu looks down the halls before hugging them both 😭
- "I had a lot of fun. Thank you for taking me out."
- They quickly return the thanks for a good time and also for coming
- They even give Shirabu two kisses on his head 😪
- Once Shirabu goes inside he gets in comfy clothes before immediately rushing to Taichi to spill EVERYTHING
- Semi and Reon spend the night kissing and giggling like high school girls about their date with Shirabu. It was like they were in their first year again I swear 😭
- They're so cute, I swear ReonSemiShira is what keeps my heart beating
#haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa#stzw#semi eita#shirabu kenjirou#shirabu kenjirō#oohira reon#ōhira reon#reonsemi#reonshira#semishira#semireon#reonsemishira
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Magical Girl Exorcist Squad: Issue #17 (Shelter From the Storm)
Rain fell from the sky, so thick it was practically a solid wall of water emanating from above. It struck buildings, sliding down concrete and metal; it washed over trees and plants, choking them at the roots; it flooded the streets, running in makeshift rivers over asphalt and cement, scrubbing dirt and oil and carrying them into the sewers. The wind howled, the rain fell, and the sun was a distant memory.
Nicole watched the rainfall from the safe side of her living room window, cuddled up under a blanket on her couch, a steaming mug of coffee with cream and a stack of comic books on the table in front of her. Candles dotted the apartment, pinpoints of light and heat, illuminating everything in a warm orange glow.
Amy walked over from the kitchen, a fresh pot of coffee in her hands. She placed it on an oven mitt atop the table, and sat down on the nook of the couch, by Nicole’s feet.
“Pass me my Guardians comic?” she asked.
Nicole obliged. The previous night had yielded a great haul- Amy had picked up new trades of Guardians of the Galaxy and Daredevil, while Nicole had picked up new volumes of Wonder Woman, Batgirl, and Ms. Marvel. Nicole placed her feet atop Amy’s lap, and Amy pulled the blanket over them both.
“How’s your comic?” Amy asked.
“Oh, fantastic. You?”
“Not bad- this run has to come after a wicked good one, so it’s got an uphill battle.”
“Ah, that’s never a fun position to be in.”
“No, it is not.”
“Mm. This is, though,” Nicole said. “This right here, I mean.”
“Oh yeah, it is,” Amy smiled at her. “Ugh, I was gonna go patrolling today though.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a great idea- looks like we’re getting the tertiary of a hurricane out there.”
“I’ve flown in blizzards!”
“You have?” Nicole said, leaning forward. “Amy! That’s so dangerous!”
“So’s fighting demons,” Amy said.
“... Okay, point.”
“But I promise you, today I am not leaving my apartment unless I absolutely have to,” Amy said. “I got everything I need right here, and if I can help it, I’m not even getting up off the couch the rest of the day-”
A knock tapped on the door.
“Dammit,” Amy said.
“I got it, I got it,” Nicole said, grinning and pulling the blanket off herself. She ambled over to the door in her basketball shorts and her old, newly oversized jersey, her breasts bouncing about freely as she walked. She liked wearing a bra, but sometimes it was nice to let the girls go free. She opened the door, and found Debbi and Heather on the other side, both soaked and shivering.
Nicole ushered them inside and quickly shoved hot mugs of coffee into both their hands, while Amy fetched them some fresh towels from the bathroom and turned on all the lights.
“We were meeting up for breakfast,” Debbi explained. “I figured we could meet halfway before the storm got bad, but I was wrong.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Amy said, chortling.
“Oh, shut up, sis,” Debbi said, throwing a towel at her. Amy caught it and stuck out her tongue.
“You guys need to wait out the storm?” Nicole asked. Part of her was annoyed at having her day with Amy interrupted, while another part was relieved.
“Looks like it, yeah,” Heather said, rubbing the back of her head. “Sorry to crash your… Um….” Her face took on a look of unbearable awkwardness, as if she were realizing in real-time she had no idea what this was she was crashing.
Amy waved a hand. “We were just hanging out.”
“Okayyyy,” Heather said.
Heather, please please PLEASE do not make this awkward- it literally just stopped being awkward yesterday, Nicole thought.
Another knock.
Nicole got up and answered. She found Cass and Matt on the other side, in a similar state of affairs to what Debbi and Heather had been.
She brought them in and tended to them.
“So, what were you guys up to?” Amy grinned.
“Nothing,” Cass said hurriedly. “Well, now nothing. Just-”
“Waiting out the storm?” Debbi asked.
“Yeah,” Cass said.
“How you doing, Matt?” Amy asked.
“I’m alright. Nice to be indoors for a change when this happens,” he said, gesturing to the storm. “Beats the hell outta huddling under an awning!”
“I bet,” Cass said, looking at him affectionately.
Good for you, Cass, Nicole thought. And then she said it. Out loud. Didn’t even realize it until after it happened. Oh. Right. His powers.
“Um, what’s good for her?” Heather said.
The words started sprinting out Nicole’s mouth before she could stop: “The fact that she’s doing such a good job- mmmphhh.”
Amy slammed a hand over Nicole’s mouth.
Matt sighed. “Maybe I should go.”
“No please, I don’t want you to leave,” Cass said, and then winced.
“Yeah, I’m gonna make this wicked awkward- I can tell. It’s not a problem- I’m used to this,” Matt said, getting up and shrugging his shoulders.
“But where will you go?” Debbi said.
“Yeah, do you even have a place to stay?” Heather asked.
He cracked his neck. “I, uh, sleep in the loft above the garage I work at. My boss gives me free room and board, and in exchange he gets to pay me under the table for below minimum wage. Dammit- see, this is the problem: I always wind up oversharing.”
“Then why not lean into it?” Cass said. “The truth will set you free.”
“Cass,” Heather started.
“We can’t exactly send him out in the rain,” Debbi said.
“Okay, but this isn’t our apartment,” Heather said.
Amy and Nicole, sitting next to each other on the nook, turned their heads towards one another and exchanged a glance. Nicole saw on Amy’s face that she felt letting him stay was the right thing to do, even if things got awkward. And Nicole agreed. They both stared at the stack of comic books they’d been trying to read- they were gonna trade off books and read each other’s hauls all day- but that could wait for another time.
“Well, my Dad always says when the storm starts blowing, you bring all the ships into harbor, even the ones you don’t recognize,” Nicole said.
“Of course he does,” Amy snickered.
Debbi glared and said, “Amy-”
But Nicole laughed as well, and Debbi let it slide.
“So,” Amy said, standing up and clapping. “You are all our guests today! What would you like to do?”
Heather��s hand shot up instantly: “Smash Tourney!”
“Oh, hell yeah!” Debbi pumped her fist.
“I’m down,” Nicole said.
Amy and Cass nodded.
“I haven’t played a video game in five years,” Matt said wistfully. “So yeah, that sounds good!”
“Cool,” Amy said. “I’ll set up.”
And thus, the stage was set for the most epic magical girl (and one guy) Smash tourney in human history: Nicole played Peach, Amy was Kirby, Debbi was Zelda, Heather was Pikachu, Cass was Samus, and Matt was Link.
Round 1: Amy v Debbi, sister versus sister, pink eldritch abomination versus fairy maiden. Debbi won after a grueling twenty minute struggle and called her sister a scrub.
Round 2: Nicole v Matt, battle of the new kids on the block. Nicole took out all five of Matt’s lives within five minutes, and the young gentleman hung his head in shame.
Round 3: Cass v Heather, a face-off between the heavy hitters. It was an even battle for most of it, but Cass ultimately pulled through.
Round 4: three-way brawl, Nicole vs Debbi vs Cass. Debbi fell first, leading to a Nicole v Cass showdown, blonde vs brunette, Rhode Island versus New Hampshire.
“I’m gonna make you eat shit, Nicole!” Cass shouted.
“Rude.”
“It’s a video game, what do you- oh, dammit!” Cass said as Nicole claimed one of her lives.
“You get wicked competitive, don’t you, Ortiz?” Nicole grinned.
“That’s not true, I just hate losing- oh come on!”
“Hahahahahaha,” Nicole said in a deliberately flat tone.
“Hey, you have come a long way, kiddo,” Amy assured Cass. “She used to be so much worse at these-”
“Amy, please don’t-”
“As your big sister it’s my job to embarrass you in front of boys. Sorry, them’s the breaks.”
“Ahhhhhhh!” Cass screamed.
“Matt, I am so sorry you have to deal with this,” Nicole said.
“I mean playing video games with a room full of cute girls isn’t exactly a tough break, all things considered,” Matt said. Then he groaned: “Crap, I’m sorry-”
“Relax, boy,” Heather said. “Everyone here’s got eyes, don’t worry about it.”
Down to one life each, Nicole charged, but Cass outmaneuvered her and sent her over the edge.
“HAH!” Cass proclaimed. “SUCK IT, NYGAARD!”
“God, Cass,” Heather rolled her eyes.
Nicole giggled, and the giggle flowered into a belly-laugh. “Gosh, I needed that.”
Cass smirked, then patted Nicole on the head. “Glad to hear.”
Noon passed, and the storm showed no sign of letting up. Nicole and Amy made pancakes for everyone, smothered in butter and real maple syrup, and served them all in the living room.
“Ah man, I haven’t had flapjacks in ages,” Matt said.
“You call them flapjacks?” Cass asked.
“Yeah. I mean, my older brother always did anyway.”
“You have an older brother?” Cass asked.
“Eh… Kinda.”
Nicole winced as the question forced its way out of Cass’ mouth: “what happened to him? How could he let you wind up how you did?”
“... When I was thirteen, the day after I got my powers, my brother, who wasn’t out to our dad yet as a trans guy, wound up getting thrown out of the house. We were at the dinner table one night, my dad asked my brother if he had anything he wanted to tell him, and because of my abilities, my lack of control, he outed himself. Dad took it badly, like he takes everything, and threw him out. I haven’t seen him since then. Then, a couple years later, he threw me out as well after he heard I’d been getting into fights at school. I thought about looking for my brother, for Mike, but… I dunno. I just felt so damn ashamed of myself that I couldn’t bring myself to face him. Doubt he wants anything to do with me after what I pulled.”
Nicole’s brow furrowed. This poor boy… “That can’t possibly be true.”
Matt shook his head. “That’s very nice of you, but-”
“No, Matt, please listen to me.” She explained to him about Zack, what had happened between them, who they’d been before and who they were now. “You know why older siblings are born first, don’t you?”
He gave a tiny, fragile little smile. “Why?”
“To keep the little ones safe,” Nicole said. “I’m paraphrasing something, but that’s the gist of it.”
He shook his head, and his hands trembled.
Nicole continued, “If he’s half the big brother you seem to think he is, then he still loves you. I promise.”
Matt gulped, and he whispered, “Thank you for saying that.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You okay?” Cass said, putting a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
“I’m fine. Just feel like I made things awkward by oversharing.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Amy said.
“Yeah, seriously, you’re all good,” Nicole said.
Heather kept conspicuously silent, and Debbi steepled her fingers together. “If you want, we could all do some oversharing.”
Matt laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“I have weed, if that helps,” Amy offered.
“I’ve, uh, never gotten high before, I dunno.”
“Nothing you’re not comfortable with,” Cass said.
“It’s a lot of fun,” Nicole said.
“You are not the person I expected to say that,” Matt said.
“I get that a lot,” Nicole said.
Amy busted out the flower, grinder, and pipe. She packed it, took the greens, and then passed to Nicole. The weed wafted through her, lifting her up and far away from all her problems and all her anxieties. Maybe everything would be fine after all.
They passed the piece around and cleared the bowl shortly. Matt coughed, and then laid on his back and started singing. “WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY-
Cass joined in: “TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!”
“He said son, you grow up-”
Nicole joined in: “Would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten, and-”
“The damned!” Amy finished.
They all joined in. Amy and Debbi both sang beautifully, Cass and Nicole somewhat less so, and Heather not in the slightest. Matt’s baritone, however, was rich and full, and took them through all the low notes. By the time they’d finished the song, another bowl was packed and smoked rapidly. Nicole’s head was light, and she placed it on Amy’s lap. Amy started stroking her hair while the others spoke about their favorite anime.
“G Gundam,” Debbi said.
“Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood,” Heather said.
“Paranoia Agent,” Cass said.
“Hey, same,” Matt answered.
“Sailor Moon,” Nicole moaned.
“Of course it is,” Amy smiled.
“Isn’t that yours, too?” Cass asked.
Amy laughed. “Yeah.”
The conversation flowed like an undammed river during monsoon season. Outside, the rain struck the ground, sounding across the city, connecting it to far-reaching sea through the shared sky. Hours went by. They wound up putting on a Ghibli movie and watching it all together, Debbi resting on Heather’s shoulder, Cass and Matt coming close to but not quite holding hands, and Nicole and Amy cuddling under the blanket. At some point, Nicole drifted away from consciousness.
When she woke up, there was a new source of noise, out of tune with the rainfall: a harsh knocking on the door.
“I’ll get it,” Amy said, getting out from under the blanket with a heavy sigh of reluctance.
“Noooo,” Nicole whined.
“I’ll be right back, I promise,” she teased her.
Amy opened the door. Nicole poked her head over and saw on the other side a woman in her late twenties with short dyed-red hair, wearing a hooded blue raincoat.
“Hello, Amanda,” the woman said.
“Um… Hi,” Amy replied. “Who are you, exactly?”
“I’m your mother.”
Nicole shot up in her seat, channeling a pulse of Holy Light and sobering up. She rushed over and stood behind Amy. Debbi and Heather were passed out on the couch, but Cass and Matt were both wide-awake. Cass put an arm across Matt’s chest as he started to get up, then held up a finger to indicate he should hold off a second.
Nicole stood behind Amy, while Amy’s fists pulsed white. She stood up straighter, kept her fists balled, and breathed in and out through her nose. Nicole wished they weren’t still wearing pajamas, but they were somewhat past the point of being able to do much about that.
“No,” Amy said, “You’re not.”
“Amanda-”
“Whoever you are, you’re not my mother. Let’s get that settled right away. Maybe you carried me, sure, maybe I came out of you, sure, but you’re not my mom. I already have one of those, and you will never replace her. Do I make myself clear?”
The woman furrowed her brow. “If you insist, then fine, I’ll allow you to call Victoria-”
“You’ll ‘allow’ nothing,” Amy snapped. “Victoria Donahue is my mother. You… I don’t know you. I’ve got a lot of questions for you, but don’t pretend that we’re family.”
“Of course we’re-”
“You left when I was a baby. You do not have the right to say that,” Amy said.
Anger flashed across the woman’s face like a lightning bolt, but it soon faded, leaving only a bemused specter in its place. “Very well. She must love you very much, for you to be so loyal to her.”
“Yes,” Amy said. “Now. Why did you come here?”
“Can I come inside? It’s cold out here.”
“You-,” Amy started, but then Nicole tapped her shoulder and gestured to Matt with her head. “Yes. Yes, you may. Sorry about the mess- we have people over.”
They sat the woman down at the kitchen table, her back to the living room. Amy poured her a cup of coffee, then pulled up a chair and sat down and glared at her ‘mother.’
“So,” Amy said, “Astra.”
“Yes, that works. Amanda-”
“Amy. Everyone calls me Amy.”
“... Don’t you think that’s a bit childish?”
“No. I don’t,” Amy said.
“Yeah!” Nicole said, trying to be forceful. It mostly sounded awkward.
“... I’m sorry, who are you?” Astra said.
“Nicole,” she answered.
“She’s my roommate. And also, one of my best friends,” Amy said. When she tried to be forceful it worked, unlike Nicole- not fair.
“Ah, yes. The tranny.”
Nicole felt the proverbial dagger rip through her chest. Amy just slammed her hand on the table and lit it up with White Light. “Call her that again and I’ll kill you,” Amy hissed.
Astra rolled her eyes. “Fine. ‘Nicole.’ Do you mind giving my daughter and I-”
“I do mind,” Nicole said, gritting her teeth.
“I mind as well,” Amy said.
“Same here,” Cass said as she stood up, Matt right behind her.
Under the table, Nicole gave Matt a thumbs-up; when she looked at him, he had recognition on his face. Good, he knew what they were trying- that would make this easier, if only infinitesimally so. Nicole sat down next to Amy. “Anything you have to say to my friend, you’ll say in front of all of us.”
Astra stared at Nicole flatly, then looked back at Amy. “Seriously?”
“What?”
“This is the one who you’re throwing everything away for?”
“What?!”
“She’s not throwing anything away,” Nicole growled. “Now tell us what you’re doing here!”
Astra sighed. “Fine. I’m here to parley. Aman… Amy. You know what I am, don’t you? You know about your heritage?”
Behind Astra, Cass nudged Debbi and Heather awake, and put a finger over her lips to keep them silent.
Amy snarled, “Yes. I know what you are. A demon. A succubus. Explains why I’ve never had any trouble getting laid. Thanks for that one, if literally nothing else.”
Astra stared at her daughter with narrow, disgusted eyes. “You use your body for such banal matters- repugnant.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“That’s not how you’re supposed to use what you have. Engaging in carnal actions for no reason besides your own pleasure? What’s wrong with you? That’s not what it’s for, not what we’re for- it’s a weapon, girl, a means to an end. To simply use our gifts for pleasure alone isn’t just unnatural, it’s disgusting.”
“... I cannot believe I’m hearing this. From a literal sex monster, no less.”
“If you’re using your body for no reason other than to act like a whore-”
This time, it was Nicole who slammed a hand on the table, as Astra was shaming her daughter, as Amy was fighting back tears of shame and loathing. “Call her that again, and I’ll-”
“You’ll what? Kill me? You don’t have it in you, boy.”
Nicole’s hands glowed white. “Try me.”
Astra chuckled. “I don’t even know why I’m saying all this. It’s the truth, but it’s not what I came here to talk to you about.”
“Then why are you here?” Amy whispered, eyes red and puffy.
Astra exhaled. “What do you know about Winona? Her goals?”
Nicole reiterated the information they had been given. “Is any of that remotely true?”
“It’s all true,” Astra said, her facing twisting with shock as she said it. Behind her, Matt’s eyebrows shot up- Astra was probably starting to catch on to the fact that something was off. Regardless, she continued, “Winona cannot be allowed to conquer Hell.”
Amy folded her arms. “And you should?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“To which part?”
“Both.”
Astra sighed. “Because of what Winona wants to do to make it happen. She told you about her father, Samyaza, and how his corpse is trapped beneath the Floodwater? She wants him back. All the Soul Energy she’s been harvesting- that’s the real reason she wants it. She knows that if she can resurrect her father, they’ll be able to conquer Hell and remake it however they want.”
“Putting aside the fact that she has to murder people to do that,” Amy said, “I’ve yet to hear why you’re a better option. Why do you want to take over Hell? What do you gain from it?”
“Everything will finally be as it should be,” Astra said. “I was with Lucifer when he Fell. I was a General in his rebellion. I’m still loyal to his vision: a Great Machine with an Infernal Engine, fueled by the souls of the damned, able to burn away the sins of the universe. If it runs properly, perhaps it can even cleanse my sin.”
Amy… Amy just laughed, shoulders slumped, disbelief in her eyes, bitterness self-evident. “What, you mean all the child support you owe?”
“You mock me, girl? A wretched, promiscuous dyke like you-”
“I think I’ve heard enough,” Debbi said. She stood behind Astra and gripped her shoulder tight. “Hi, I’m from Amy’s real family, and on behalf of us all, fuck you, bitch.”
White light began to hum out and burned the flesh on Astra’s shoulder.
“You wouldn’t dare- I’m the only thing you have on Winona,” Astra snarled.
“Then keep talking, but maybe stop being an asshole about it,” Debbi spat.
“Tell us something useful, or we will send you packing,” Amy said simply.
Astra grimaced, but said, “I lead the Army of Monsters. Leviathan, the Dragons, the Hellhounds, the Succubi, and the other Manifest are all loyal to me. If Winona succeeds in resurrecting her father, which she is very close to doing, you will need my help. Winona doesn’t know her father as well as she thinks she does: if Samyaza returns, he will not be content to rule over Hell alone. He will set his sights on the Earth, and eventually on Heaven as well. What I want is order and stability: a place for everything, and everything in its place. No coloring outside the lines, so to speak.”
“And what if she fails?” Nicole asked. “What will you do if we stop her?”
Astra blinked, as if she’d legitimately never considered that. “Then all this ceases to be an issue. You can simply help me deal with the other threats to my rightful rule-”
“What’s my place?” Amy asked.
“... What?”
“Your grand design. What’s my place in that?” Amy asked. “Me and the others- I can’t be the only kid you’ve sired over the eons. I know you only came to me because I’m useful to you. So where do you see me, when everything is in its place?”
Astra smiled, completely sincere, with a spark of hope. “In Hell, with me, fulfilling your duty as a succubus, of course. We are the arbitrators of sexuality- we can prevent deviancy from occurring any further through careful control. No more adultery, no more sodomy, no more promiscuity, no more lust. We’ll be free. We’ll not be whores anymore, Amanda- we can finally be free and pure, purged of these hideous carnal desires. You won’t have to feel the pain of your attraction to this abomination you call Nicole any longer; nobody will. Everyone will be free and clean, and under control.”
“Under whose control?” Amy asked. “Yours?”
“Of course,” Astra said. “Mother knows best, after all. Now, I normally wouldn’t be this candid- I’m guessing one of you has some sort of truth compulsion ability. Is it you, mongrel sister to my beloved daughter?”
Debbi’s hand glowed.
“That’s what I thought,” Astra said, grinding her teeth through the pain. “I’ll see myself out. Think about my offer, though. I’m around whenever you need me. Momma’s always here.”
In a plume of black and purple flames, the General of the Monsters vanished.
Debbi let the light fade from her hand.
Nicole, eyes wide, chest pounding, stared straight ahead.
Amy slumped over on the table and buried her face in her hands.
Outside, the rainfall tripled in intensity, and javelins of lightning flew across the cloudy sky. The lights in the apartment died alongside a thunderclap, leaving the team to huddle together for warmth and safety in the rising dark.
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