#there might be something potentially coming up but i have to wait til the end of the month to see if anything comes of it
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House Heisenberg: Karl Heisenberg- Scary Truth Part 2
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x pregnant!Fem!Reader
pov: Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, anger, mention of other resi 8 village characters, crying, confusion, Pregnancy scare, scared reader, pregnancy bump, confused Heisenberg, slight anger, a little bit of blame, fluff, cuteness, father material, slight smut, 18+, teasing, semi-public sex.
Summary: Afraid of telling Karl you are pregnant, so you wait til you can't hide it anymore.
A/n- firefly-graphics fro dividers
WC- 2.6k
Resident 8 Master List // House Heisenberg Master List
Everything was normal, until it wasn’t and I freaked out. Until I noticed that my period had yet to come and I was already late by a few days. The panic running through my body was enough to get me out of bed. Empty bed, I knew where Karl was every morning, he’d draw out a new design and have to create by the end of the day. Testing out the best of the best ideas.
But this morning was different for me at least. Normally I would groggily make my way up to him, climb into his lap and warm myself back up. Instead, I rushed to the bathroom. The small and frantic reflection looking back at me nearly made me cry right there.
No such thing has pregnancy test here in the mountain valley. Donna was the only person I could think of going to. Donna may have been the only person that I trusted. There wasn’t a chance I was going to tell Miranda about this, or about the potential new life that might be coming to the small town within those scary mountains. She’d scam me out of my potential baby.
So, Donna it was. I gather myself up off the bathroom floor. Wiping the tears had managed to fall off my cheeks. I opened the door, and gathered what I would need to get over to Donna’s. A thick winter jacket, and my favorite pair of boots. I walked out of our bedroom. A soft morning glow was beaming into the room where the windows hadn’t been covered.
I walked up to Karl. “Morning, love. I’ve got to go to Donna’s she needs some help with something.” I said as I kissed him nicely on the forehead. His arm coming to wrap around my waist, not yet letting me leave. “What do you mean she needs help? Donna never needs help that’s what she’s got her creepy ass dolls for.” Karl says reminding me of the creepy dolls that are littered around her domain. I tried to wiggle from his grasp but those strong arms kept me right by his side.
The look of Karl not really believing me was what I was met with when I looked up at him. Long whisps of grey hair falling in front of his sharp features. I moved them from his face tucking them behind his ear. “I promise I’ll be back before you even notice that I’m gone.” I spoke. Cupping his cheek in my hand. The man was a burning furnace. Hot with every touch that I brought to his skin. He sighed heavily, “Fine, but take a Soldat with you at least for your safety.” Karl said, resting his hand on mine. I kissed him once more before I walked out of the workshop's doors with a Soldat trailing behind me.
The walk to Donna's place was a cold and dark one. The valley kept most of the town in a pretty consistent darkness. Donna’s place wasn’t that much better. You could barely see it from the slopes of the mountains at Karls workshop. A large waterfall hiding the old home.
When I reached the old home, there was Angie standing there in front of the door. She never gave me hope, nor did she like me very much. She eyes me as I walked up the porch. The Soldat standing just at the gates opening. “Donna?” I said the sound echoing through the homes walls, Angie was right behind me. “She’s in the living room, Y/n.” She said her voice high and even that echoed off the walls. The creeps and shiver climbed up my spine. I walked, Angie nearly busted in through the small door. Finding Donna right where she said she would be. Donna was sitting on the counter her dolls were surrounding her and now me.
“What are you here for Y/n?” Angie questioned me, I swallowed hard. Donna turned her face still kept under the veil. “Y/n? It’s so nice to see you.” She said quietly. Normally I never really heard Donna talk but I guess in the presence of her own home she gave into the comfort of her own voice.
“I needed someone to talk with about something personal.” I said, “Can I talk with you?” I asked. “Sure, Angie move some things for our guest to sit down.” Donna said. Within a snap Angie flew through the house moving the porcelain dolls out of the way. The jacket I had worn to walk to Donna I had discarded wrapping it around the chairs back, before taking a seat.
“So, what’s wrong Y/n?” Donna questioned me. I sighed, thinking of my words carefully. “I think... Well, I want to think that I’m pregnant. But I’m not sure, and I didn’t want to go to Mother Mirandas. I just needed someone who I could trust and talk to about it.” I spoke. All the words falling out with a same cry near the end. I wasn’t able to see Donna's expression under her veil, but her voice gave it away. “Oh sweetheart. You and Karl? A mother and father!” Oh... This feels like a bad choice. “Did you come here to help me figure out if you were pregnant?” Donna asked. I only shook my head. My words I couldn’t trust right about now.
Donna got up from the table, a little head nod to me. I followed behind her, that day she told me that I was in fact pregnant. Not with a boy or a girl, just told me that I was pregnant. ‘Are you going to tell him?’ She had asked me, I didn’t have an answer for her, I didn’t have an answer as I walked out of her home a bin of baked goods in my hands. The Soldat stood waiting, he looked so wasted. But still he stood and waited for me. I needed to tell him, but tell him right now. That was really necessary.
So, the walk back was filled with rapid questions and thoughts. My own that were racing and the ones that I could only imagine that Karl would think of when I told him I was pregnant. The Soldat behind me sounded of broken metal scrapping against each other. It was making me more nervous the closer we got back to home.
When I walked in the Soldat went slack. Tired I could only assume. I hadn’t notice that I had spent nearly all day at Donnas until the sky turned dark around me. Had the idea crossed my mind that maybe I wouldn’t need to tell Karl until it was absolutely needed.
NO.
No, it had crossed my mind. Crossed my mind so much that when I walked back into the workshop. Karl was right where I let him that morning, sitting there at the work bench working on yet another design for yet another creature. “Buttercup?” Karl said, I hadn’t been in the room for more than a few moments. “Yes sweetie.” I said calmly trying desperately to get my voice in control, along with the running thoughts.
“You were gone all day long! You said you’d be back soon.” Karl said his voice was for the few times I had heard it was small. Quiet almost, like I had hurt him by being gone for so long. I smiled, at least he hadn’t asked me what Donna needed. I walked over to him. Climbing into his lap, like always he was warm to the touch and it had such an overwhelming sense of calm it brought with it. I fell right in to the normal way of our life.
Without questions from Karl about my visit to Donnas. Karl let me sit right there, his hand coming to hold my gently up against his chest. The smell of metal and rubber coming into my senses lulling me to sleep that night. I never told him about finding out I was pregnant. It wasn’t something I had thought about when I was in his lap.
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Months went by, some slow some fast. But that didn’t stop the growing stomach that was becoming hard to hide. The restless nights I had of no sleep to point where Karl would no longer sleep in the same bed as me. Maybe the guilt of not telling him afraid of his answer had kept me awake most nights.
Karl wasn’t concerned I had kept my morning sickness to myself in the earlier days but this was becoming worse and worse. Harder and Harder to keep to myself. Something broke though, the ability to keep it secret. Karl was down in the factory working on one of his soldiers. “Karl!!” I yelled from the elevator. “We need to leave for Mirandas meeting.” I screamed from the door.
“GOD DAMN IT.” Was all I heard come from a lower level and then a clung of tools hitting the ground. Murmurs of what I assumed were curses to Miranda about her damn meetings, but I was already going back up the elevator. I giggled at the small notice that this child might just turn out a little bit like him. I had talked with Donna multiple times after she told me I was pregnant.
Donna had become my confidant. She always looked at me, I could feel it when we were at meetings. A small smile could seen through the black veil. Today was no different, at least from Donna it wasn’t, but not from Mother Miranda. We were late like always. A welding hammer that was hanging off of Karls shoulder. Karl walked with a strong sense of power that hung loose around the both of us.
I on the other hand was a mess. I had a strange walk that was starting to become hard to hide, and I only wore the loose-fitting clothes that I managed to find in Karls's closet. Mother Miranda gave me an odd look at first, then looked away. Her view only staying on her precious child. She talked of new projects for all of the child to do. She talked about herself, and how she needed a strong suiter for her new daughter.
Then she looked over at me. Her eyes creasing with great force. Overprotective as always Karl was more than ready to fight her right there and then. “Whatever you’re thinking about I’d sit down son.” Miranda said, walking away from her grand stance. Instead walking towards me, I was scared, but not only for myself but for my unborn child. The fear that washed over my face was evident to everyone. A weary pair of eyes looked from over Miranda shoulders. Donnas.
“Y/n.” Miranda said. I moved my gaze over to her. Regal and scary was mother Miranda and she used it in every way possible with anyone and everything around her, and I was dumb to assume I would be out of that realm. “You’re keeping a secret from us all.” She said standing tall in front of me. Her eyes grazed down my body, a small frame. It was hard to miss a growing stomach.
“Yes, yes you are. You haven’t told anyone yet you are so far along.” She said her words etching themselves into my brain. I hadn’t meant for it to go down this way, and yet here I was standing in front of everything about to be exposed.
“What is she talking about?” Karl asked, his voice dropping ever so slightly. A concerned feature etching in his beautiful face. I was at loss of words. This wasn’t the place. This couldn’t be happening now. The tears that I didn’t know were coming had come rushing down my face.
“You aren’t the brightest are you Heisenberg?” Miranda questioned. “Your lovely pet here, has been keeping a secret from you. And from me.” Miranda continued on. The tears continued to and the heart stopping feeling didn’t stop either. “A secret that would be a wonderful new addition to our family.” Karl was twisting in his seat. A supportive hand coming to clamp around mine. A soothing thumb rubbing circles into my hand. “Tell him Y/n. Tell all of us.” Miranda said. Her arms opening wide showing off a room of awaiting people
I stumbled over my words for the first few seconds. “Go on tell him.” I looked over at Karl through falling tears that he gently wiped away for me. “I found out only a few months ago. I had a little help I didn’t want to tell you and then everything falls apart around me. I love you too much to let that happen. But I... we are...” I tired the words were getting caught in the back of my throat.
“Oh, just say it already.” It was an order, a snap coming from Miranda. A small huff, before the words fell from my lips. “We are going to have a baby. I’m pregnant and kept it a secret from you. I’m so sorry. I know it can’t take back all the time I wasted by not telling you. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to...” The words end in the back of my throat, cut off by the anger that was pouring out of Karl.
Anger towards Miranda. Not me, not all. Nothing but sweets gazes. “You dare say that it was as secret from you. This baby isn’t yours. Did you help create it? NO, now keep your fucking threats to yourself. And your baby snatching hands.” Karl screamed out to Miranda. With a soft sweep around the room his gazed landed on Donna. Fear rooted from him to her. A straight line. “Did you help Y/n?” He asked voice still filled with rage. A small shake of Donnas head was all the conformation he needed. Turning to look back at Miranda. “And if you dare fucking touch Donna or her freak doll Angie, I swear to God Miranda I will bring earth and hell on your ass. Now stay the fuck out of my life and my baby's life.” With that Karl was walking us out of the door.
The walk home was quick, and when the doors to the workshop closed. Karl was on his knees in front of me. Hands throwing off the long loose-fitting clothes from my body. I was still to stunned by his words and actions at the meeting to notice the warmth that was flooding my body. The warmth was coming from Karl. His hands slightly and carefully grazing over the growing bump. No bigger than 4 months along. “You said you love me.” Karl said looking up at me. Those eyes, the eyes I fall in love with everyday looking up at me. I only shook my head. “Can you say it again?” He asked me. I smiled a mending smile. “I love you, Karl.” I spoke. My small hand coming to cover his larger one.
“Y/n, god look so good like this.” Karl said, a cheeky look in his eyes. “All pregnant, and round just for me.” He said pressing a little kiss to my growing belly. “You aren’t mad?” I asked, fear was always there bound to come out in moments of absolute peacefulness. “No buttercup. I’m not mad I know why you didn’t say anything I understand all the fears. But I’m here for you buttercup. I’ll always be here for you and my kid.” He said kissing my bump a second time.
Completed on 12/29/22
Posted on 12/30/22
House Heisenberg-
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“Home doesn’t exist anymore… because of you!”
Sonic Prime was great and I can’t wait to see what happens next. There are still so many questions that we have unanswered. But listen y’all Sonic is gonna need therapy.
!!!!SPOILERS(sort of)!!!!
And its a lot of reading, like if you are going to read this next part sit down and be ready for bad grammar and to think critically
What Sonic is going through in Prime felt like/reminded me of the metal virus and or lost world. In those stories the basics are: Sonic doesn’t listen, does something impulsive, makes the issue worse, everyone gets on the ‘Sonics fault’ bandwagon sooner or later and yells at him; people expect Sonic to fix everything, forgetting that he is a living being too who needs food, rest, support, to fix the problem. In past games Sonic seemed too happy in the face of the grave situations he was faced with. For the sake of argument, to me this is Sonic putting his ‘hero’ persona on to inspire hope in those around him. And maybe to try and fool himself as well. But in recent stories, and under certain writers, Sonic has matured to show more emotion and vulnerability to better flow with the dark themes his adventures address. Some great examples of this are Unleashed, Frontiers, and of course the metal virus saga. To clarify, I’m speaking in reference to the difference between: Sonic showing genuine emotion of (mostly) any kind [typically when by himself as an internal monologue or when around 1+ of his very close friends] vs. Sonic being exaggeratively bravo, trash talking his opponent(s), overly optimistic, and narcissistic [typically dawned while enemies or someone whom he met recently or doesn’t see often are present or when he his in public/has a lot of eyes on him]. Think Sonic in the Tail’s “am I a burden?” Scene in Frontiers vs. Sonic being allegedly in prison and tortured for 6 months after he gets his behind handed to him yet seeming fine and as confident as before once a complete stranger comes and saves him in Forces. Also to note, if it wasn’t clear, Sonics impulsiveness, impatience, quick-wit, fast learning/adapting nature, creativity, sense of justice, and ‘valuing his friends/family’ mindset is shared and holds strong across the board. They’re skills, traits, and morals that shape the spiky blue speedsters opinions and views; his personality. Those things are just who he is. Woo! That was lengthy but theres more, I bring this all up because in Prime I saw hints of both: the too-happy/‘hero’ persona Sonic who’s sassy, snarky, and a bit of an a-hole and the Sonic who feels the pain, would sacrifice a world/universe (hehe) for his friends, is Tails’ (adoptive and unofficial) big brother. This shows that Prime has a lot of potential and Prime!Sonic has a lot of layers yet to be explored as a person. Which may shed light on what Sonics personal and mental journey might hopefully for me be as the story is told. I just hope either Sonic snaps, breaks down and cries or yells and rants about (not killing anyone or a villain arc, just not yet) or if Sonic is gonna be able to keep it together til the end we see him get his trauma addressed. Either way blue is gonna shed tears and its all I can ask for.
#my art 2022#SPOILERS#don’t ask#pencil#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic prime#lots of feelings#lots of text#be prepared#i wasn’t prepared#does this count as angst?#go watch the show
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if it isn't real, why does the sun still burn?
CHAPTER ONE: Rise and Shine
CHAPTER TWO: i guess its all up to me now
CHAPTER THREE: Predictably, everything gets worse
CHAPTER FOUR: good morning
CHAPTER FIVE: Something to eat
CHAPTER SIX: a start
CHAPTER SEVEN: the party don’t start ‘til
CHAPTER EIGHT: your full hospitality
CHAPTER NINE: visitation rights
CHAPTER TEN: gamer girl moments
CHAPTER ELEVEN: prank patrol
Summary : Like most people visiting this tag. You have always dreamed of meeting Nagito Komaeda for real, what you would do, what you would say? Things don’t go as planned.
AKA: Reader from our universe ends up in danganronpa and is just trying her best to keep everyone alive. and maybe to make komaeda kiss her.
Contains: she/her pronouns, negative body image ment, cringe national treasure jokes
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After Komaeda leaves, it suddenly becomes incredibly clear just how uncomfortable it is to sit in the gravel. Your sundress is long enough that you are saved from a potential ‘rocks in the panties’ situation, but it’s still digging into your thighs pretty badly.
You sigh, appreciative of the cool metal of the arcade machine at your back in the otherwise very sweaty weather. It’s weird being alone out here, you’ve been stuck inside Komaeda’s cottage for what feels like an age and you are instinctively nervous about what is to come next.
“Wait.” You whisper, quickly fishing the strange envelope out from the pocket of your dress, “What even is this?”
Only the manilla envelope containing the motive photos was present in the game, or at the very least, that was the only piece of evidence found in the game. It’s highly possible that Kuzuryu found something else that never came to light during the trial. Either way, the unknown is scary and you hate that.
The quickest way to make the unknown less scary is to make it known instead. So you quickly tear open the envelope.
“Huh.” You whisper, squinting at the notecard inside. Whatever is printed on it is completely illegible, a smattering of bright red and blue ink in the shape of what might be words. The longer you look at it the more it makes your eyes hurt.
“It’s colour code.”
You yelp aloud when someone else speaks, thwacking your head backwards into the arcade machine with a clang that rattles right through to your teeth. The notecard falls from your hands as you instinctively clutch at the back of your head, “fuuuuuuck……oww…..”
The other person drops to a crouch beside you and rests a warm hand on your shoulder, “You should be more careful.” they chide.
You dismiss them with a wave of your hand, “M’fine, it just-” You blink up at him. Him being Togami, “Oh. It’s uh…it’s you .”
His brows pull together, “Were you expecting someone else?”
Yes. You had been expecting Kuzuryu. Though thinking on it, it does make sense that (with him not, ya know dead ) Togami would be the first person to come and investigate the motive. Especially knowing how quickly he arranged that party after getting the anonymous letter from Komaeda. If you weren’t so blockheaded you probably would have foreseen this outcome a lot sooner.
You swallow, “Um, no. Not really.”
Togami raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t expecting Komaeda-san ?” he asks, probably noticing how instantly red that accusation makes you, “I noticed that the two of you were the only ones who didn’t show up to the urgent meeting I called.”
Damn. He’s so organised. You are not organised.
“I was um, already here?”
Togami rests his forearms on his knees. He’s surprisingly dexterous, you wouldn't be able to hold a squat for that long without falling over, “After all the effort the others went through to prove your innocence, it would be very inconvenient for you to do something suspicious now.” he gives you a long stare, “So please, a sensible excuse would be appreciated.”
The real Togami wouldn’t say please , but he still manages to make it sound like a threat, “Yes, sorry.” You start, hands fidgeting in your lap, “I came here to check on the motive, same as you. I thought maybe if I got here first I could make sure it wasn’t dangerous.”
“And Komaeda-san?”
Even the mention of him makes you turn pink again, “Y-yes, he followed me, but he’s gone now.” You gulp a breath and try to meet Togami’s eyes, “I was just trying to help, Togami-san. Please believe me. I can tell that you aren’t the sort of person I want to make an enemy of, and I just want to make sure no one gets hurt.”
Togami stares at you appraisingly for a moment, and you feel your heart kick into high gear. After what feels like an age, he sighs and hangs his head, “I suppose there is little reason for me not to believe you, especially after so many of my classmates came to your defence.” he looks back up at you, he seems tired, “I will be keeping an eye on you, as I will with everyone else, but I’ll trust you for now .”
You nod desperately, “Yes, th-thank you. You won’t regret it.”
Togami joins you on the ground, sitting crosslegged in the gravel, it doesn’t seem to bother him, “So. This machine that you hit your head on is key to the motive, I take it?”
You wince at the reminder of your recent injury, but manage a nod anyway, “Yes. The game it uh, well in short it recounts events that occurred during everyone’s missing high school years. The events aren’t pleasant.”
Togami nods and rests his chin on his palm, “That is troubling. I won’t ask who it involves, the safest thing would be for as few of us to view the motive as possible.” He glances at you from the corner of his eye, “The notecard you were holding when I arrived. Is that part of it?”
“Oh, maybe? I’m not sure, I can’t actually read it. There was something else too, but I gave it to Komaeda-san already.” You shrug, “With his whole deal no one is going to find it unless he wants them to.”
“So the two of you are working together? That explains why Komaeda-san defended you so staunchly this morning.”
“O-Oh?” You ask, trying to sound coy and not at all desperate for more information, “What um…kind of…things…did he say?”
Togami eyes you suspiciously, “He spoke to your tenacity for the most part, that and his unwavering trust in you.”
Unwavering. Unwavering unwavering . The word circles around and around in your head until it becomes the only sound you can hear. You know that Komaeda was likely just posturing, but even still the warmth of the word settles low in your chest and you have to bite hard on your lip to stop yourself from smiling too widely, “That’s uh…that’s good.”
“More importantly. That note of yours.” Togami says, pointing to where it is nestled in amongst the gravel, “It’s colour code. You need to view it through a coloured lens.”
You pick the card up again, eyes widening, “Oh! Like in National Treasure!”
Togami stares at you.
“You know like, when he has the glasses that change lens colour and he-” You wither under Togami’s continued stare, losing confidence instantly, “Nevermind. It’s a dumb movie.”
Togami scoffs and pulls himself from the ground, dusting any dirt from the back of his slacks with his hands, “As defacto leader, I’ve been focussing on figuring out who is behind this whole ‘killing game’ as Monokuma has been calling it.” He looks down at you, “For now I don’t believe you had anything to do with it, and since delegation is a key part of good leadership-” he gestures to the card in your hands, “-I’ll leave solving that up to you.”
“Yes of course! Thank you!”
“I’ll also guard this machine for the time being, to make sure no one else uses it.” He holds his hand out to you, “And you should go back to your cottage.”
You gingerly take his hand and are surprised at how easily he pulls you up from the ground. Once you are standing you duck your head in a bow, “Thank you for trusting me, Togami-san.”
He chuckles quietly, “Don’t thank me. Though maybe when we get out of this you can show me that National Treasure movie of yours.”
You say, “Maybe I will.” even though you know full well that you will not be getting out of this.
***
You don’t take Togami’s advice, making a beeline for the supermarket instead of going straight back to your cottage. Much like with everything, you hadn’t really thought about what effects Togami still being alive would have on the narrative.
Narrative? Is it weird to call life a narrative?
You dismiss the existentialism with a shake of your head and keep walking, you’ve become quite good at ignoring it.
Either way, Togami being alive is a net good for multiple reasons. Mostly because he’s a swell guy and you hated seeing him go so soon in the game, but also because he is smart and good at keeping a handle on things. You had just been planning to sit in the dirt in front of the arcade machine all day, and hope that Kuzuryu didn’t try to throw hands with you when you had to stop him from playing the game.
This is just like the situation with the party all over again, and that time you managed to get yourself framed for attempted murder. You need to be more thoughtful about all this, which is hard because you aren’t smart, but in the meantime, knowing that Togami is still around takes a weight off your shoulders.
For now, you need to figure out what the mystery note says. Lacking a set of the cool glasses from the hit film National Treasure, you are going to need another way to replicate the same effect. You had for a moment considered that the movie theatre might have a supply of 3D glasses, but the second island still isn't open so that's a moot point. So the supermarket was going to be your best bet.
Your legs are already aching from that serious sprinting you did earlier in the day, so it’s hard to keep up the brisk pace, but days are only so long and the last thing you want to do is waste any time. So you are almost out of breath when you finally half stumble through the sliding doors of the supermarket.
The cool air is utter bliss after the hours you have already spent in the hot island sun, and it’s hard to resist the urge to lay face-first on the cold tiles, but somehow you manage. As in the game, the Rocketpunch Market is full of every terrible diet choice that a person between the ages of 15 - 21 is liable to make and as tempted as you are by a packet of chips nearly the size of your torso, you force yourself to be a little more productive than that.
As you browse, you stop for a moment in front of the display that holds all of the tactical gear, chewing nervously on your lower lip when you notice that the knife Komaeda took several days ago has been quietly restocked. While it makes sense for Monokuma to want the stock of knives to never run dry, the fact that someone could take one and then it would be immediately replaced is not good. There could be so many loose knives about and there’s no real way of knowing.
Before you can get even more stressed, you finally manage to spot something potentially useful on a shelf closer to the back of the supermarket. Abandoning the knife selection, you break into a grin at a small supply of powdered drink mixes. They come in a variety of tooth-rotting flavours, but you are particularly interested in blueberry and raspberry. As you grab one of each, you also pick up two clear water bottles from another nearby shelf and pack them into a plastic shopping bag.
Feeling newly invigorated, you get ready to head back into the heat, when you are suddenly frozen in place at the sound of the doors sliding open behind you.
“Yo!”
Turning on your heel, you are met with Owari’s very wide grin, “Oh. Hi.”
She comes walking over to you before crossing one leg over the other and leaning one shoulder against the shelving unit. You can hear a few chocolate bars go clattering to the ground on the other side from the impact. Owari doesn’t seem to notice, “You looking for a new swimsuit too, or what?”
Your brain fails to process the question, “Huh?”
Owari grabs a random packet of chips from the shelf and starts munching, “Did the shrimp not invite you? He said he did.”
Your brain finally catches up, “Oh! Souda-san! The beach! Yes, sorry, I totally forgot.”
Owari shrugs, “Nah I’m not mad, don’t apologise.” she shoves another handful of chips into her mouth, “Anyways, if you forgot, I guess you’re not here for a swimsuit, huh?”
“Um, no. I was just uh, grabbing some drinks.” You raise your bag up to show her.
“Tha’s cool.” She tilts her head back and pours the last crumbs of chips into her mouth, “Since you’re here though, wanna look together?”
The last thing you could ever want to do is go swimsuit shopping, even in normal circumstances, “Oh, um, I dunno, maybe I should just-”
Owari wraps a huge arm around your shoulders and tugs you up against her side, “C’mon! It’ll be fun, we’re going to look fucking hot, dude!”
Before you have a chance to squirm out of her grip, Owari drags you over to the small clothing section on the far left side of the market, “Are-Are you sure you want to do this with me? I’m sure that any of the other girls would look a lot nicer in a bikini than-”
Owari mercifully releases you, standing with her hands on her hips in front of the women's swimsuit display, “S’that what this is about? Did someone say somethin’ mean about you?” she punches a fist into her open palm, “Who was it? I’ll fuckin’ deck ‘em”
“Huh? Oh no! God no!” You flounder, gesturing far too wildly with your hands, “I just have self-esteem issues, no one said anything, everyone is nice, please don’t deck anyone!”
“Hm.” Owari says, her shoulders softening, “Well, then I guess you gotta be nicer to yourself, but it isn't any of my business unless you want it to be. So I’ll leave it at that.”
“Oh, uh, thanks?”
Her smile returns in full force, “Your welcome!” she jabs a thumb in the direction of the swimsuits, “You happy to jus’ hang out while I pick out a swimsuit, then? We can chat.”
You should go, but Owari’s enthusiasm is infectious. You give her a half smile, “I mean, maybe I can…pick out something too. Anything will be more flattering than those uniform swimsuits Monomi gave everyone.”
“Right on!” Owari exclaims, quickly moving to the racks to start rifling through the options, “You do gotta get out more, you know?”
You join her, trying your best to find anything in your size, “Um, I guess so. Though I’ve kinda been on house arrest, so it’s not completely my fault.”
“Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that whole thing. I told four-eyes that you seem cool though.” She grabs a bright red one-piece and holds it up against herself before shaking her head and returning it to the rack.
“Wait.” You say, “You defended me? I-I don’t think we’ve even talked before.”
Owari shrugs, “Don’t have to. M’not good with names and stuff, but I’ve got a nose for this sort of thing. I can smell out a good person a mile away.” She pulls out a pale pink bikini with high-waisted ruffled bottoms, “And you’re a good person, I know it.”
That gets a real smile from you, “Thanks Owari-san.”
She grins, “Don’t mention it. Also-” she tosses you the swimsuit she’s holding, “I’ll bet this is your size.”
You catch it from the air, ready to correct her but find that she is absolutely right, “Huh. You got it in one.”
“Yeah, you seem like you’re into pink stuff.” She smirks at you, “Now you gotta help me find my swimsuit.”
***
You have to stop by Komaeda’s cottage before heading back to your own so you can grab all of your stuff. He isn't there when you open the door, which is the best scenario given your nervous disposition. It doesn't take you long to grab all of your clothes, and your Switch is still sitting on the couch from earlier in the day, so you are in and out within a couple of minutes.
It’s kind of weird unlocking your own cottage for the first time in days, it still looks exactly the same as you remembered it, but it feels empty and lonely.
You shake your head and toss all of your clothes onto the bed to be dealt with later, quickly sitting on the couch and pulling out the bottles of water you grabbed from the supermarket. Uncapping both of them, you grab a packet of strawberry flavouring and tear it open with your teeth before carefully pouring it through the opening in the bottle. As the water slowly starts changing colour, you do the same with the blueberry flavouring and watch with bated breath. It only takes a few minutes before you have one bottle filled with bright blue liquid and another with red.
You heave a shaky sigh and pull the illegible notecard from your pocket, “I really hope this works.”
Grabbing the red bottle, you hold it in front of the note and almost squeal with delight when the red shapes disappear, leaving clean, legible blue letters behind.
Temporary Monobeast Deactivation
Your heart nearly skips a beat at those words. The deactivation of a Monobeast would mean access to a new island, and if that happens to be the second island this whole thing is done and dusted. Your stomach is in knots, and you try to calm your breathing. While you had expected any updates from Naegi and Co to come directly from Monomi, there must be a reason that they decided to send the message this way instead.
Holding your breath, you switch over to the blue bottle and do the same thing as before.
Five Thirty in the Evening
You half scramble, half tumble off the couch as you try to find any sort of clock in your stupid bedroom before coming to your senses and whipping your handbook out of your pocket. Fuck. It’s already quarter to.
Despite the heavy aching pain in your legs from what feels like a full day’s worth of sprinting around the island, you work up enough adrenaline to make the run to the central island for the second time. Luckily the sun isn’t as hot at this time of day, only just starting to descend down towards the horizon. Your breath heaves and chokes in your throat with each pump of your legs and every muscle in your body is burning.
But you’re going to do it, you’re going to save everything, and you are going to be worth something for once in your goddamn life.
This is what powers you forward as you finish crossing the bridge and cover the final stretch to the gate for island two, still firmly closed, but as promised, with no Monobeast in sight.
“Yes! YES!” You cry out, running towards the gate and grabbing onto the hard metal, “Now I just need to figure out how to--GUH!”
Something whips hard into your gut, sending you flying backwards onto the unforgiving gravel and skidding a few metres back on your ass. Unfortunately not avoiding a ‘rocks in the panties situation’ this time. It takes you a second to get your breath back after having it knocked clean out of you, and when you look back up, you see the Monobeast is back.
“Huh, what…but it-”
You are cut off by a cacophony of irritating laughter and see that Monokuma himself has mounted the beast.
“You- oh my god-” he breaks down in laughter, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes, “You actually fell for it, oh my god .”
Dread rises like bile in your stomach, “...what?”
“Fucking hell. If you’re the only help these kids have got you might as well bury them right now to save them the trouble.” He clutches his stomach, doubling over with another bout of laughter, “There ain’t even a ceiling out here, but I bet if I told you I’d written gullible on it you’d look right up, wouldn’t’cha? Upuhpuhpuhpuh~”
You manage to drag yourself to your shaking feet, feeling hot tears of anger rolling down your cheeks, “So was this just a joke?” You yell, “A fucking prank? ”
Monokuma’s laughter stops instantly, and he jumps down from the Monobeast, “Sure was! I got you great didn’t I?”
“Why would you do that?” You ask desperately, whole body aching and sore, trying everything not to burst into sobs, “I mean, what do you even have to gain?”
“Oh?” Monokuma tilts his head to the side, “Did you forget my whole MO, did the nasty tiger hit’cha too hard?”
You sniffle, “Huh?”
“Despair, obviously! Watching you run across this whole island on your sore little legs just thinking-” your own voice starts coming out of his mouth, like he had just ripped the sound files from the code, “Oh! If only I could get to the second island! Everyone would be saved, and Nagito Komaeda would finally stick his-”
“JUST SHUT UP! STOP DOING THIS TO ME!” You cry out, hands balled into fists at your sides, unable to fight back the stream of tears escaping your watery eyes.
“Aw shucks, I could never stop. It’s just so funny!”
You cover your face with your hands, openly crying now and too embarrassed to let Monokuma see how thoroughly he has hurt you. It makes sense, in retrospect, leaving that card in the arcade machine was such a convoluted method of contacting you, and Monokuma was the one who arranged the whole motive, he was the only one with access inside the machine. You might have realised if only you weren’t so stupid .
“There there.” Monokuma says, patting one of your legs with a stubby paw, “Just let it all out.”
You jerk away from him, “Don’t touch me!”
“Yeah yeah, Alright. All this crying is starting to make me sad, so I’m gonna head off.”
You lower your hands to glower at him. Monokuma winks.
“I’ve got one last thing for you though, just a little present for being such a good sport.”
He leaps up off the ground and thwacks you in the chest. When you look down, you realise that he has stuck the dreaded ‘I'm sorry I was born stupid’ sticker on the front of your dress. You’re so far gone that it makes you start laughing a little bit. You suppose it is pretty apt.
“Real funny.” You say
“The actual funny thing is that if you take it off I get to kill ya.”
You freeze, “What.”
“Check your handbook, I’m not kidding.”
You wipe your dripping nose on the back of your hand and pull out the handbook, quickly swiping through the rules section. There’s no point checking, you know that Monokuma doesn’t lie about this sort of thing, but even still, you feel cruel irony dripping down your spine like ice water as you see the new rule:
Idiots must not remove their identification stickers for at least one day after assignment
When you look back up from your handbook. Monokuma is already gone.
Great.
#komaeda x reader#nagito x reader#nagito komaeda x reader#komaeda nagito x reader#danganronpa x reader#isekai fic
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Self-promotion fic-update-tag-post for "Love is Stored in the Olive Jar (working title)"
Okay, so, I am currently writing this post-Sun-ending fic that I think some of you started reading (currently the first 5 chapters are published, 6th is being edited as we speak).
I got a lot of very positive feedback on chapters 1-3, but not much/ nothing anymore on 4 and 5, and my perpetual self-doubt has been creeping in about my ideas and writing actually really sucking and people losing interest because I'm too long-winded, something about the content was extremely off-putting (or just downright boring), or I'm mischaracterizing Kerry, along with many other potential reasons and doubts.
But of course there's a million other possible reasons, like, people just not seeing it because text (especially long text) tends to get buried, they're too busy to keep up, or they're waiting til it's finished before reading. But yeah I'm in this thought-spiral now where I'm like "do I even wanna continue posting it, do people even care?" and I've come to the conclusion... there's a solution to my concerns the writeblr community taught me (that you should def also adapt for your fics!!)
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I have been kinda consistently posting a chapter each week now, usually Tuesdays, and I might not be able to keep that up forever, but would like to stay on my roll. And, knowing that there's maybe at least one person here who is actively reading this and wants to be notified, will maybe help me not lose steam like I did on so many other projects in the past that just got lost in the void somewhere along the way.
First chapter of the fic in question if you'd like a reminder - following chapters, if they exist already, are always linked at the end of the chapter. It is a rather angsty fic, given that it mostly follows CP2077 canon events, but I can promise that there will be a happy ending.
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#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk 2077 fanfic#kerry eurodyne x v#*fingers crossed this shuts up my inner critic*#and there's at least one person still reading this XD#cause I love writing it a lot at the moment and know where I need to go with it#and i hope I can finish writing it for myself even if it's not as interesting for most otheres#*others#even though I'd love love love to discuss the stuff I'm writing about#especially my theories concerning Mr. B and ways to save V's life etc etc that we'll likely never see in canon but which are hinted at#my writing#love is stored in the olive jar
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Can you please do something with Yandre! Peter Parker and a reader who just fully accepts it? I reader your general headcanons and loved like the sweet side of things lol. Like she thinks she’ll hate it but she hasn’t got to do anything and can research stuff she’s interested in (like History), and then Peter comes home and she just gets love and someone cares for her. idk, hopefully my message is put across well lol. Thank you!
Yandere! Peter Parker With Accepting Reader
Hopefully this is adequate for what you requested. I hope you like it. Also, I just wanna explain that I imagine this to be the Peter Parker who’s living in his own apartment at the end of the last movie. 🕷♥️
Ooo I love this idea. But you’re right he would be really sweet. I think the only times a yandere tendency would come into play with him is when you were in potential danger of harm by someone else, in potential danger of being taken by someone else, and when he’s had a bad day and just wants to indulge in you.
I see that last one happening a lot with the work he does. But I’ll come back to that later and just go in chronological order; by events.
When he first takes you and you begin to heavily hesitate, he understands. He’s not a delusional yandere. He would know this is a big change for you that you had to get adjusted to and he’d do whatever you want to make that more comfortable. (Except for going back home that’s out of the question)
He would definitely try talking to you about things first. Your worries about the situation, things to make the transition easier, rules, punishments with an emphasis on how he’d never physically hurt you though because he never wants to see you upset.
“Well we can go over everything to maybe ease your mind.”
“Um.. not right now but if I know I can trust you then later you might can talk to your friends and things.”
“I’m sorry.. I don’t want to make this miserable for you. Is there anything I can get you that you like that’ll make it easier to be in here? You like history facts? Ok, I’ll pay for the history channel and get some books for you. What kind of history do you like? Heh, there’s a lot of it”
“well I do have some basic rules that I have to go over with you but again, they won’t be permanent if I know I can trust you.”
He would get a part time job to fund everything he needed for you. You ask and you shall receive!
After the tension has settled down between you two and you become more open to the idea. He would slowly introduce new aspects. He’ll come home showing you his new Lego set and asked what you found out about history that day. Spending general time together makes him, well, giddy.
He would think about introducing physical touch but was still weary of how you would react. He knew you were probably still adjusting but.. he just wanted to hold you.
“Hey uh.. can-can I hug you? If not I understand I just..I want to.”
If you said no, he’d totally respect it and wait til you guys felt a bit closer to ask again. But if you said yes, prepare for cuddles!
Remember when I said he’d want to indulge in you after a bad day? This is where that comes into play. I 100% can imagine him coming in with cuts and bruises and those puppy eyes just wanting to cuddle. He’d deny any treatment you’d offer at first. He’d just want to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his head into your neck or even lap. Very golden retriever, this guy.
“I’ll get the first aid kit in a minute, I just… can I lay with you for a little while.. please?” 🥺
He would cook breakfast for you before he left, have a mini fridge with drinks and snacks for when he’s gone, and would come home to make dinner for you. He didn’t know much about cooking before, he learned to cook just because of you.
He’d clean the room as well and would ask you didn’t do anything too strenuous. Leave it up to him. That’s what he wants. He wants to take care of you any way you’d let him. If you one day asked him to comb your hair, he’d almost jump with glee then calm down enough so he can be incredibly gentle when combing. He did not want to tug on it or hurt you so it would take him a while and he’d go really slow. If you asked him to hand feed you, he’d love to and make sure to blow on each bite before feeding it to you. He’d get a little anxious not knowing if what he was doing was good enough though. If he was combing your hair and there was even the slightest tug, he’d gasp and ask if he hurt you. Or if he was feeding you and you grimaced or your facial expression faltered, he would turn into: 🥺 that emoji with the puppy eyes and ask if it was too hot, cold, or if you didn’t like it. So, in other words, he’s extremely, if not overboard in his attentiveness.
But it’s all for you and because he loves you. He just wants the best for you!
After your relationship developed and he could completely trust you, he’d allow you more freedoms. He’d at first allow you to text one, just one, of your family members of your choice just to take it slow for now. He will also be watching over your shoulder. He’d gradually allow more freedoms with who you spoke to. He’d then allow you to go out into town with him once your family knows you’re okay and that, “you just needed time alone.” Although you had to by with him every time you went out in town but he would buy you absolutely anything you wanted. One of the big freedoms he’s kind of scared to give you is to see your parents again because of course, he’d have to be there and that means he’d be meeting your family. What if they don’t like him? What if they try to take you away from him? He would express these feelings to you and ask what you thought as you knew your parents and what they’d accept in their daughters partner.
Also, quick note. He acts very much in the dating phase but in his head he thinks (knows) that marriage and kids are going to happen with you guys at some point. Like it is just natural information in his mind. So while he’s easing you both into more scenarios/freedoms/situations, he already sees you as his wife. He always had. He is committed to you and nobody but you.
Hopefully everything went well with your family and friends and they all got along with Peter. Otherwise you might “need to take a break” again. Contact via cell phone would still be open with them, but no way in hell were they going to separate you both. Unless you can convince them to think otherwise.
He just wants to be with you. Nothing is going to change that from happening. As long as your friends and family accept that, you’re life will be lived happily ever after.
#headcanon#spotify#x reader#x y/n#x you#yande.re#yancore#yandere#marvel mcu#marvel#mcu#mcu fanfiction#fanfic#peter parker x reader#peter parker#willingness#accepted#reader insert#self insert#obsessiveness#protective#posessive
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The Trials of Confessing - Chapter 4
Rated: Teen
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“Giiirl, you’re killing me,” Alya groaned to the receiver. “I know you’re trying to spare Adrien more torture, but, again, what if your confession is the one he’s waiting for?!”
“Uuugh, I know,” Marinette whined, falling back on her chaise, holding the phone to her ear. Somehow ending up in another conversation about her confession to Adrien right after patrol. “There’s just been so many confessions, and some of them have been so good. Did you know that one of the girls actually found a copy of his mom’s movie? I mean, who can compete with that?! That was the best gift in the history of gifts!”
“Yes, and that movie also happened to be terribly pirated,” Alya added. “The view literally gets blocked by Gorizilla’s giant hand. It’s garbage.”
“But it was still an amazing try.”
“Marinette, none of that matters if it’s the wrong girl. Remember: all the girls supposedly confessing their undying love for Adrien are not actually in love with him. They’re just celebrity crushing. But you, you’re different and you know it.”
“I know I’m different.” Marinette said. “And that’s why I’m so scared to confess. This is just such horrible timing. I feel like I’d just be making his life harder.”
“Weeell,” Alya drawled. “Not necessarily.”
“Alya, come on.”
“Uuuh.”
Marinette frowned. “What is it?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Alya said in a lower tone. “But you’re my best friend and I think you should know.”
“What is it?” Marinette sat up, the phone pressed even closer to her ear.
“Adrien gave Nino and I a project. He asked us to make a list of all the girls in school and cross off all the ones who have already confessed to him. Oh and Lila and Chloé. He said he’s a hundred percent sure they’re not the love of his life.”
“He’s trying to narrow it down?”
“Yeap. The guy’s so done with all the confessions. But in order for them to stop, the girl that promised to confess has to actually confess. And believe me, I will make sure to keep you in the list of potential love-of-the-life-of-Adrien-Agreste.”
“Alya! Please don’t use this as another scheme to get me and Adrien together!”
“I’m not!” she insisted. “I’m following Adrien’s instructions to the letter. He said to make the list and to cross off any girl who had already confessed or are in a relationship already or have already proved one way or another they’re not interested in him. And you, my sweet cherry blossom, have none of the requirements. Which he didn’t know ‘til today, I might add.
Anyway, the point is that, by Adrien’s own rules, you could potentially be the girl he’s waiting for. And I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get crossed off for the wrong reasons. So, in other words, if you confess to him, you’d be doing him a favor, because you’d be helping him narrow down his search.”
“For something you weren’t supposed to tell me, you sure were eager to spill the beans,” Marinette deadpanned.
“Only for the benefit of the girl I know is the girl.”
“Th-That’s so u-unlikely,” Marinette stammered.
“You don’t know that!” Alya insisted. “C’mon. Don’t you think it’s one wild coincidence that, the very day you decided to finally, officially confess to Adrien, he happens to tell Nino that the girl he loves is going to confess?”
“Alya—”
“Not done,” she insisted, making Marinette press her lips together. “You also happen to create this special macaron, with a special package, with special design on it, as part of your confession? And the first clue these girls get is that the special girl is supposed to give him a gift of some sort? Girl, your confession screams of Adrien’s special lady. Besides, didn’t you say you told one other person of what you were planning?”
“Well, yeah,” Marinette said. “Just a friend I know.”
“And how do you know that friend?”
“U-Um,” Marinette bit her nails, trying to think of a white lie, “w-we, um,” she sighed, “I actually don’t know what he looks like. We talk in anonymity.”
“Aha! Pen pal!”
“Something like that,” she muttered.
“Then who’s to say that pen pal is not Adrien?”
“And who’s to say the right girl is not one of the hundreds of girls in school!”
“Dozens,” Alya corrected. “Out of a hundred and thirty-two students in the whole school, only seventy-three of them are girls. Of those seventy-three, thirty-three have already confessed, seventeen are already in a relationship—six of them with each other, I might add—plus Lila, Chloé and Alix got crossed off. That only leaves twenty girls left, you among them. And Adrien is pretty freakin’ sure that special lady is one of you.”
“Wow, I really thought there’d be more!”
“Exactly! Honestly, at this point, you’re the only girl who fits Adrien’s description. And I’m pretty sure he will be crossing off a few more names from that list tomorrow. Basically, what I’m saying is: You’re the only girl who can take Adrien out of his current misery.”
There was silence from Marinette. All the new information left her reeling, wondering a hundred things at the same time. And far more confused than she had already been during patrol earlier.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “I’ll do my best to do it tomorrow.”
“Atta, girl!” Alya celebrated. “I promise to help you out in giving you guys the privacy you deserve.”
“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.
The girls spoke for another half hour, Alya making up ways in how she could make sure they don’t get interrupted by another gross ‘confession’ from the fans. With plans A, B, C and D, she was finally content enough to turn in for the night.
However, Marinette was in a complete opposite mood. She tried distracting herself sowing, but her mind was too far away from the task, causing her to prick her fingers several times. She then tried designing. But, once again, her brain did not cooperate.
“Marinette, it’s already past one in the morning,” Tikki said.
“Yeah,” said girl responded absentmindedly. Her pencil was still on her sketchbook, doodling the design she made for Chat Noir for the twentieth time that night.
Out of all the names Chat Noir could’ve used, of all the people in Paris, he chose to call her by her real name. Even if it was accidental. Even if he hadn’t meant it. It didn’t change that it happened.
What were the chances he was right? And if he was, would it be a good thing? Or a bad thing? How would it change their relationship, with and without the masks? How had she not considered the very real possibility of him being right?
“Uuugh.” Marinette’s hands slid down her face. “How can I be so sure of what I want, yet so scared to actually act upon it?”
“So, you want Chat Noir to be Adrien?” Tikki asked.
“I-I... Maybe? I dunno. Wouldn’t it get awkward between us, if he is? After rejecting him so many times—”
“Don’t forget he rejected you, too.”
“Well, that’s true. Though, my supposed feelings weren’t real. Explaining that will also be awkward. Gah!” Marinette grabbed her head, right before resting it on the sketchbook in front of her. “What was I thinking when I agreed to this dumb deal? And why is it that the idea that he could be Adrien is not as crazy as when Alya had suggested it at the beginning of the school year?”
She let out a long sigh. “This needs to end,” she declared. “I have to stop overthinking, and just get it over with, like ripping off a bandage. For my sanity and his sake.”
“That’s the spirit!” the kwami cheered.
* * *
Adrien just wanted someone to save him already. Before class started, seven girls had already tried catching his heart. One of them even went as far as giving him five different presents. Marinette had to, once again, intervene to make sure no akuma was created from that particular encounter. Unfortunately, he was unable to thank her properly, too conscious about the fact that he called Ladybug by Marinette’s name the day before.
What was worse was that he was very much aware of the fact that Marinette was among the girls who could potentially be Ladybug. The only girl in their class who could potentially be Ladybug. What Nino and Alya hadn’t known was that Adrien ended up crossing off four additional names due to having witnessed them as akumas. Thus, eliminating Sabrina, the only other girl from their class originally in the list.
That left only sixteen girls in the whole school who could still be Ladybug. And one of them was starting to look more and more like the girl he loved. But what if he was wrong? He couldn’t risk going to her, giving her his heart, and being completely wrong. Yet, his heart was starting to skip a beat every time he merely got a glimpse of her.
Having her helping out with the other girls also didn’t make things any easier.
“Second potential akuma has been defused,” Marinette sighed, as she walked towards the lockers. “I really thought they would start getting tired today.”
“Dude, it’s, like, the complete opposite,” Nino chimed in, closing his own locker. “They don’t understand a no is a no. I mean, they’re just coming off as insensitive and selfish at this point.”
“I don’t think fans really think about that,” Adrien commented, rubbing his temples. “All they care is about having an opportunity with me, and that’s it.”
“That’s so shallow,” Marinette huffed.
“Adrien?”
The boy whined when he heard his name. When he turned, he was surprised to find Sabrina, Aurore and Mireille standing close to Marinette. He was lightly amused at how the girl quickly squinted her eyes at them.
“Sorry to bother you,” Sabrina said, “but we wanted to let you know that the three of us aren’t interested in asking you out, and we’re not the girl you’re looking for. Also,” she lowered her voice and leaned closer, “Chloé is not the girl either. She doesn’t talk to anyone she doesn’t know in person. I know because I sort out her emails and messages.”
“We just didn’t want you to worry about us,” Aurore added. “Although I’m personally part of your club, I was very insistent about not being part of this charade. Sadly, I was in the minority. But just so you know, the club has a list of potential gifts that get crossed off every time one of the girls fails.”
“My fears have been confirmed,” Adrien whispered, his hands sliding from his temples to his hair.
“Look on the bright side,” Nino palmed his best friend’s back, “now you know for sure she’s not in your fanclub. So, she really is in it for real.”
“I guess,” he muttered, finally putting his arms down. It was just then that he noticed Alya arrive and elbow Marrinette. He gulped.
“Oh!” Marinette yelped. “Uh, Adrien, I was wondering...” Her gaze turned to the other girls. They seemed to immediately understand and bid them goodbye. Adrien frowned. “I was wondering if you wanna hide out in the art room today at lunchtime.”
“With the art crew?” he asked.
“W-Well, uh, not exactly.” She fiddled her hands together. “You see, Professor Monlataig thought it would be a good idea to get some of the art club students to take on an outdoor project. So they were talking, and found this cute little business that was looking for someone to make a mural, but I wasn’t really sure I wanted to participate, so I talked to Alix—”
“Long story short,” Alya loudly intervened, “the art club will be out, and no one expects you to be in the classroom, so Marinette is offering to hide you there.”
“Oh,” Adrien breathed, absentmindedly twisting the ring on his finger. “That sounds great! Thank you, Marinette.”
“Psh, not my problem. I MEAN, no problem! It’s my pleasure to help out a friend.” She then proceeded to smack her face. Clearly in embarrassment. “C’mon, Alya. Class is about to start.”
Without another glimpse at him, she grabbed her best friend by the wrist and walked away. Adrien closed his locker to head in the same direction, when Nino spoke up: “Yo, I just looked at the list. And, with Mireille, that narrows it down to only fifteen girls. Though, how come Sabrina and Aurore were already crossed off?”
“A hunch!” Adrien rapidly responded. “And other clues I had already gotten. Wait, did you say fifteen?”
“Yep.” Nino showed his phone screen, with the list they shared.
Adrien grabbed the phone, his heart skipping another beat as he noticed that, out of the few girls left, the only name he recognized was Marinette’s. From the look of it, she would be the only one who would make sense. Unless he really didn’t notice someone else. Meaning he completely missed Ladybug.
Nope, don’t go there, he mentally scolded himself.
“Hey, Nino, can I ask you a favor?” he found himself saying. The boy hummed. “Is there any chance you can find a way so that... um...” He gulped, heart beating faster than usual. “So that Marinette and I can be alone today? At lunchtime?”
When he looked up from the phone, Nino seemed to be trying his best to hold in a smile, but completely failing at it.
“I think that can be easily arranged,” he responded, a glint in his eye.
* * *
The road to the art classroom had been slightly tricky, trying to get there without anyone noticing Adrien’s presence. Luckily, Nino, Alya and Marinette made sure no one saw him. Once in the classroom, the four of them collapsed on the platform next to Alix’s mural.
“Peace and quiet,” Adrien breathed.
“For real, this classroom almost feels like a whole other dimension,” Nino said. “A little too quiet for my liking, but free of crazy fangirls.”
“Some people just don’t know where to draw the line,” Alya commented. “Gosh, all this running around has made me really hungry. You guys want some snacks?”
“Sure.”
“Already?!”
Marinette squawked, at the same time as Adrien had responded. The other three stared at her.
“I-I mean,” she said, “I knew you were thinking about getting something, I just didn’t think you’d leave so soon.”
“Sorry, girl, I’m starving.” Alya shrugged. “Which reminds me, I’m gonna need a second pair of hands. Nino, can you come with me?”
“Wait, you’re taking Nino?” Adrien asked, suddenly as self aware as Marinette.
“Sorry, dude. If my girlfriend needs me, she needs me,” he said, with feigned resignation as he stood up. “We’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be safe here with Marinette.”
Adrien turned to said girl, who was looking flushed. He looked back at the couple, only to find them already waving at them from the door. In mere seconds, they were gone, and he was alone with Marinette. Completely and utterly alone. Just like he had asked Nino.
And yet, he hadn’t been prepared. He wasn’t even sure about what exactly was he hoping for. Or if what he hoped for could even happen. His hands felt around the platform, attempting to find a relaxed position. If it was even possible.
“So,” Marinette suddenly started, thought not looking at him, “how many today, so far?”
“Eighteen,” Adrien said with a sigh, directing his gaze at the door.
“Wow,” she said. “That’s a lot for barely being midday.”
“It really is,” Adrien agreed, easing into the conversation. “I’m getting really tired of rejecting girls over and over again. If only… she would confess already, this would all be over. But I can’t exactly push her to do that.”
“I’m sure she will soon,” Marinette said quietly. “Say, since we’re on the subject, I was wondering: So many girls have confessed at this point, and I know you’re very irritated already, b-but, what would you do if a friend were to c-confess to you?”
Adrien blinked, right before turning to her. He immediately got a flashback of Nino touching on the subject the previous day. Had he known? Perhaps not the thing he should be thinking about in the moment. Then again, their current predicament worked a little too well, when he barely asked for the favour that very morning.
“Why do you ask?” he couldn’t help but say.
“J-Just curious!” she rushed to say. “You know, because it’s not the same turning down some girl you don’t even know, than say Sabrina, or Alix, or Kagami.”
Or you? Adrien thought, once again conscious about the fact that Marinette was one of the few people still not crossed off the list of potential Ladybug’s in the school. Is it possible? Could she be? Am I reading too much into it?
“Well,” he started cautiously, his stomach doing annoying summersaults, “I guess it depends. I know I’m tired of getting confessions, but if someone who hasn’t approached me suddenly decides to, I’ll be paying close attention, just in case.”
“And if that friend turned out to not be the girl?” Marinette asked quietly.
“If they’re my friend, I think they would understand if they’re not the person I’m looking for. I just hope it wouldn’t hurt our friendship, especially if it’s someone I care deeply about.”
“I see,” she said. Adrien leaned an inch closer, ears perked, waiting her next words. “Um, wh-what if I told you I know of a friend who—”
The door slammed open as the most despicable person in the school walked in.
“There you are!” Lila said, with feigned sweetness. “I was worried you left the school. How are you Adrien?”
“What is it, Lila?” Adrien asked, without even bothering to respond to her question.
“Oh, nothing much, I just wanted to give you something.” She placed a small box next to him on the platform. “I had been meaning to tell you—”
“No.”
Lila made a strange noise, clearly not expecting to get rejected so quickly. Adrien could feel Marinette shaking next to him. Probably resisting the urge to laugh.
“You didn’t even let me finish—”
“No,” Adrien reiterated. “You’re not her. I at least know that much.”
“But you haven’t even seen—”
“I already got proof that you’re not her, so please don’t bother trying.”
Lila blinked. “Gotcha!” she said suddenly, letting out a light laugh. “Of course I’m not her, silly. I’m just playing with you. As a real friend, I would never put you through such an uncomfortable situation. I think any friend stooping so low to be part of those girls doesn’t even deserve to be called a friend.” Lila tossed her hair back. “Anyway, I did want to give you the quiche, I know it’s your favorite. I hope the real girl turns up.”
With a last smirk, she turned back to the door and shouted a ‘bye Adrien!’. Said boy shook his head and placed a hand on the box.
“You think it’s poisoned?” Adrien joked. However, he didn’t receive a response. Not even a chuckle. When he looked at Marinette, she was pale. “Marinette?”
“Is quiche really your favorite?” she asked.
“My favorite what?”
“Your favorite pastry.”
“No?” Adrien arched a brow. “I mean, I love quiche, but it’s not exactly my favorite. Though, this is getting uncomfortably close to what I’m supposed to get.”
“Is it?!” Marinette squeaked.
“Adrien?” A voice spoke from the door. When he turned, he saw one of the girls who had confessed to him the day before. “I heard you were here.”
“Adrien’s there?” another voice said outside.
Oh no, Adrien thought. As if she had read his mind, Marinette grabbed his hand and pulled him off the platform, to the other door of the classroom. As they ran off, he took a glimpse back to the group of girls crowding on the door, not even noticing he had left through the other. Except probably the one inside the classroom being ignored.
When they turned a corner, they peeked around it, checking how bad it was today. That was when they saw it.
“Is that—”
“—a wedding dress?!” Marinette finished for him. They stared bewildered, as one of the girls walked around with a poofy white gown looking for the person who said the words Marinette had just loudly uttered.
“There!” she screamed, pointing in their direction.
On cue, Adrien and Marinette sprinted off the opposite way, while a hoard of girls followed them. They zig-zagged through the hallways, entering classrooms and exiting through the other door. While they managed to widen the gap, they didn’t truly lose them until they climbed out a window from a classroom near the entrance of the school, landing near bushes in a patch of grass.
“I think we’re safe here,” Adrien breathed. “Talk about deja vú. Now what’s left is someone thinking you’re my girlfriend.” He chuckled and looked at Marinette, expecting a laugh. But instead, she was still catching her breath, slightly turned away from him and holding tightly to her purse. “Are you okay?”
“I’m scared!” she said at last. “I’m terrified. I can’t do what I’m supposed to, and I keep upsetting my friend and making his life harder and I don’t think I can do it—”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he attempted to comfort what seemed to be the start of a panic attack. “Marinette, you could never upset me. If anything, you’ve made this whole situation so much more bearable—”
“It’s not you I’m upsetting,” she interrupted. After a two-second pause, she cringed. “Or maybe it is. This is so confusing. I don’t think I can go through with this.”
“With what? Maybe I can help.”
“No, you can’t. I think. Though, technically… Gah!” Marinette held her head. “I don’t know! I don’t know what to do, I don’t have the guts for this.”
“Hey,” Adrien grabbed her shoulders, “whatever it is, you can do it. You’re one of the bravest girls I know, and you would never back out from a challenge, no matter how much it scares you. And I’m sure that, whoever you’re talking about, you’re not upsetting them or making them go through a hard time. Nobody could ever be truly upset with you over your own feelings. Now, just breathe and tell me if I can help.”
Marinette bit her lip, and, to his horror, a tear slid down her cheek. Before he could apologize, she slammed her body against his, with her arms wrapped around his waist.
“I’m in love with you, Adrien.”
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#miraculous ladybug#the trials of confessing#ttoc#miraculous ladybug fanfic#Chat Noir#Adrien Agreste#Ladybug#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#Ladynoir#Adrinette
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Hellloooo! Whumptober is coming up and the prompts are officially out! So much potential for batfam fics! I wanna do something a little different this year (which will hopefully also get me motivated lol). I am taking any and all (reasonable) requests for (platonic) batfam fics relating to the whumptober prompts (imagine there’s cheering and clapping please)
All you gotta do is send in an ask with the day number, prompt you’d like (or alternate if that applies), and title! I am super excited to be doing this, this year!
This will also become similar to a master list once whumptober is over. Under each prompt, I’ll put the link towards the fic (LoosePocketChange on AO3!) some fics, depending on how it goes, will also be posted here on tumblr.
Happy whumping! Can’t wait to see what you guys choose!
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”
No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”
No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”
No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”
Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”
No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”
Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”
No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”
No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”
Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”
No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”
No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”
Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”
No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”
Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”
No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”
No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”
No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”
Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”
Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”
No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”
No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”
Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”
No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”
Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”
No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”
Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”
No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”
Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”
No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”
Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”
No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”
Matches | Scars | “Let me see”
No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”
No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”
Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”
No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”
No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
Alternatives List:
Betrayal
Aftermath of Failure
Brass Knuckles
Decoy
Body Modification
Playing Cards
Examination
Hunting
Drugging
Shaking
Panic
Broken
Miscommunication
Lab Rat
Reluctant Whumper
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Y’all sure seemed to enjoy the last one, how about another round of late-night YuYuposting? Because threads from Chapter Black echoing into what we just saw of Wano is far from isolated to the chilling tale of Amanuma & Kurama. Didn’t think about it a whole lot til the end, but this One Piece arc was very Chapter Black through and through. Starting with this excellent, layered callback.
This “many faces” theme is one of the biggest we’ve talked about here on hour Kiku-centric journey through Wano. We see it through her in a more mundane way, all the faces a young woman has to juggle to live under an oppressive culture tied up with a theatrical bow. But the motif is a lot more blatant in both Kaido and Orochi.
We’ve also talked about the echoes of Shishio & his Juppongatana from Rurouni Kenshin, which obviously has a much more direct (and relevant) meaning for Oda’s career. But Shinobu Sensui...he manages both. Hence the picture. We got both the charismatic leader and the hearts he took advantage of and the fractured personality. That’s what Kurama’s referring to. A prophetic motif that was originally interpreted as referring to Sensui and his allies but we’re finding out here was about his own sevenfold psyche all along. I’ve always loved this little extra bit of flair about “Naru” as well, even though it never goes anywhere. The thought of the fractured big bad having a soft, feminine side. Yeah...shame that didn’t come up in anyway like Kaido having a flirty drunk phase or something.
Doesn’t stop there though. Chapter 148, “Moment of Awakening.” Because...it was very much the same kind of story beat. Yusuke gets beat. Dies even but something seems off. Reawakens with a massive power up. Not much more to say about the beat itself other than that. I’m far from the only person who thought of the Atavism of the Mazoku here in YYH when we saw Gear 5 in One Piece 1044. I want to end on my real thoughts about how this might apply to One Piece going forward, but first an aside about Luffy and the girl tied up in the story elements that facilitated that transformation and are already back in play this soon into Egghead:
Context. This is a flashback from the guy in the first clipping. Itsuki, villain Sensui’s right-hand man. Lover as well, but seemingly unrequited like Honjo to Shishio. Gets weird with Sensui’s multiple personalities. Not what I really care about. No, this is how they met. It was a turning point for Sensui, who prior had a very black-and-white “humans good, demons bad” worldview. Was about to kill Itsuki but a simple ripple of fate gave him pause. In his last moments, Itsuki bemoaned wanting just one more day. For no other reason than wanting to see a favorite musician on a TV show tomorrow. As you can see, Sensui was a fan too which started a conversation that’d, to quote the series, “introduce a truckload of gray.”
Incidentally, Jun Togawa is a hell of a reference. She was a popular underground musician at the time. Kickass figure in her own right. Famous for like, paroding idol girl groups and being much more real about women’s perspectives and issues than most Japanese pop stars. Especially for the 80s/90s. Imagine half Nina Hagen, half Alanis Morisette. Gotta wonder if Oda’s a fan given potential nods like a first solo album titled “Princess Tama” and being the front for a band named “Guernica.” Speaking of CP0, of course it all comes back to Kiku. Long way around to a simple idea. One of the big things I always felt about Kiku & Yamato’s roles in the arc together is that it reminded me of the feeling of this simple but powerful moment. It’s the difference between casual fate and grandiose (but empty) destiny.
I still don’t think it was an accident you have your two most featured new faces set up like that. Yamato comes bursting in halfway through talking about how long he’s been waiting because of Ace and reading about the crew in the papers and it feels like fate...but way less so when you remember Luffy stumbling into being buds with the little sister of one of Ace’s big bros. How he casually has no trouble finding out her secret because of the people he just happened to meet saving Ace. How following her heart and helping Luffy for its own sake led to reuniting with her lost family members. That rumination on fate and what it actually looks like is too good to pass up, especially with how well it aligns with Luffy stepping into this role as a “chosen one.” It mirrors; were you destined to be here just because, or because the sum total of your actions made you the right person?
Of course, I wouldn’t go on such a big detour without a point. Even if talking Kiku is always a good enough point for me. Still, this is where I’m wondering if we’re headed. The most poignant aspect of Yu Yu Hakusho’s Chapter Black is where it heads after. A shonen hero...reflecting on what it means being able to destroy it all if he wanted. Realizing he could become Sensui and not having any good answers. Sadly this is where we transition into an infamously rushed final arc for the series due to Togashi’s declining health, but it doesn’t undercut the power of seeing this in a power fantasy battle shonen.
And I can’t help but think about the role Oden plays in the story. How it all comes together. That was Oden’s example. A great man who didn’t really learn about the concept of collateral damage until it was too late. This certainly feels like part of the lesson Luffy learns through his time in Wano. That paired with a heaping helping of Kaido, the spectre of a powerful man who never learned to maintain composue. Deal with expectaions and emotions to the point he was a fractured drunk not unlike Sensui.
Yeah...I think Chapter Black was a pretty damn big influence on Wano. Up there with RuroKen’s Kyoto arc. If you’re gonna drop homages you’d be hard pressed to find a better one to shout out and build off of.
#one piece#yuyu hakusho#eiichiro oda#yoshihiro togashi#yusuke urameshi#straw hat luffy#shinobu sensui#kaido#chapter black#Wano#late night togashiposting
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sentence starter from halestorm’s album vicious . change to fit as you see needed. potentially nsfw themes.
Feels like the end of the world but it's only the beginning of it all
Feels like the end of the world
It's only the beginning of it all
Been a survivor since I began to crawl
I don't give in, I don't give up I won't ever let it break me
I'll forever be the last one standing
I'm not defeated
I'm holding on and hanging by a thread
You haven't seen the last of me just yet
I'm falling down but I'm not out I'm coming back for more
I'm still alive
You all can wait for me to die
Just another empty skull
Make up another lie
Believe what you want
I won't shut my mouth and take it
I won't be another empty skull
I will give you something beautiful
Filling their empty lungs with the wrong kind of drugs
Baby what have we become
I did it cause I wanna and I did it cause I'm gonna
I did it just because I can
I did it cause it makes me feel so good
I did it because fuck "the man"
I did it cause I'm drunk and I did it yea so what
I'm just one of the boys
I did it all to break every single preconceived notion that you have
I did it all to shake every single one of your emotions
I love to make you uncomfortable
I do it cause I love it
I want some more of it
I do it cause you said I can't
I know you don't like it when I open up and talk about sex
I do it cause you hate me
I do it cause the whole damn world's gone crazy and fuck it man, this is the end
Why you wanna bring me down?
I did it all to shake every single one of your emotions and just to make you uncomfortable
I do admit, I've come to like the attention
I get a fuzzy feeling washing over me
Is it love?
Is it love or the drugs?
I think we should make out
There's a pretty safe bet you'll never see me again
I wonder what it'll sound like when you cum
There's a king size bed but we can do it on the floor
And if I were you I'd bring your girlfriend too
Let's take our clothes off I wanna show you my hidden tattoo
Take all your clothes off
I'm conflicted and addicted
So come over and make up my mind
You're looking really really good tonight
I bet you wore that just to blow my mind
I was thinking maybe I should kiss you but no
You were really really good last night
I was thinking maybe just one more wouldn't hurt
Here we are killing ourselves to live
We're going down with this ship
If this is our last trip at least we'll go together
Hang on 'til the morning
I'm not ashamed to give into desire
You made me tough, you made me numb
I am unafraid of being me
So say hello to the monster that you made
Now because of you I've got a heart of Novocaine
You never knew the real me
Now I'm angry and you wonder why
Once you had me but you lost me now
Thank you for the pain, thank you for the hate. Thank you for the way that you left me scarred
Nothing can hurt me like you did anymore
You numb the pain, you're blowing my mind like a painkiller
I'm not afraid about where I fit into the frame
I'll never be all of the things that you need me to be
I'm not the girl in the white dress I'm not your fairytale princess
I'm not your fairytale princess
Some day you'll know the reason why
I'm embracing my darkness
I'm really sorry that I let you down
I'm still gonna make you proud
It might be a hard truth but it's not about you
I don't hold it against you, you're allowed to be you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
You make me vicious
I like to take the knife and twist it
I can take all that you can give
I am not afraid, bring the pain
I'm not asking for forgiveness
I don't care if you'll hate me
What doesn't kill me makes me vicious
I will always be with you
That nothing will ever be like when we were twenty-three
I can kiss a girl and wear my boots to bed
I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not
You can't make me feel guilty for just being myself
I don't care if I ever see you again!
I'm a loser, baby
I'm a good excuse for all your bad habits
It's all just a trick in your mind
I used to believe your love, I used to believe in you
You made me believe I'm dumb, that I'm nothing without you
I'm fuckin golden
You say all of the things I could never say
Did you get my letter
I've been sober for [insert number] years today
Did you get my letter if not, there's one on the way
You saved my life in every way
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December 2019
The Washington Arms, Washington
As this year and this decade comes to a close, it’s time to conclude 2019’s booze-fuelled adventure.
If you’ve read the latest write up, you’ll remember we spent the last orders of November in a cosy, makeshift AirBNB-cum-brothel (probably literally), having set ourselves a last minute challenge of reaching 100 pubs for the year. Upon leaving Edinburgh, we were on 89 pubs - leaving ourselves a steady target of 11.
We knew we still had the calendar pub, The Washington Arms, in the bag. And there was also a great opportunity to make it 90 at the halfway point of our 2 and half hour drive, as we made another stop at the Lindisfarne services which is conveniently located next door to a big old roadside pub called The Lindisfarne Inn. The smell and temptation of a Sunday roast was strong when we rocked up about half 1. But no, we wouldn’t deviate from the plan, this was just a passing visit. Something I seemed determined to prove as I thoughtlessly went to tank a quick half of gone off, vinegary ale. After the heaving had stopped, I got the half changed and tried again.
Anyway with pub 90 checked off, it was all SatNavs set to Washington where we’d be visiting the final calendar pub of the year. We arrived during the golden hour of dusk, passing that iconic metal monstrosity, the Angel of the North, on the way. The Washington Arms was a pleasant pub overlooking the village green. It didn’t offer anything special in terms of real ale but it was a nice place to spend half hour on a wintry late afternoon. Were it not for the fact we were on a mission, we would’ve stayed for a Sunday Roast. God knows I love a roast.
While we got the photograph outside, we also noticed there was another pub next door called the Cross Keys. Seeing a quick win, we went for a swifty in there - and a swifty was all it needed to be as the place was an absolute dive. From there, we went to ditch the cars in Newcastle city centre so we could continue the quest to 100 - now with only 6 hours to go and 8 pubs needed.
It was here that we encountered temptation of the highest level, the sort of shit Jesus encountered when he was out on his own in the desert... The Newcastle Tap. This oasis of inebriation was an absolutely belting craft beer bar that also specialised in beer-dough pizzas. The walls were covered in beer taps, the selection seemed endless and the pizzas were delicious. It gave us the one thing that none of this years’ calendar pubs could, that feeling that we could’ve just stayed there all night - like a hot young boyfriend with strong arms. But after setting ourselves the challenge and being within pissing distance, we all agreed this would be a bittersweet way to finish the crawl. So while we nursed our pizza comas, I put together a list of nearby pubs that we could blitz to finally achieve our quest for 100.
We planned a route that looped round a few blocks, meaning we could potentially end up finishing at the Newcastle Tap for last orders, once we’d reached our milestone. So off we went into the Newcastle night, singing the Fog on the Tyne in unison. The road to 100 was a mixed bag, there was a chain pub (Head of Steam), city centre bars (Waiting Room), a Wetherspoons (Mile Castle) and a couple of wretched shitholes with intimidating Geordie locals and bad karaoke (Star Inn and Rafferty’s respectively). But we undoubtedly saved the best til last.
The Prohibition was our 100th pub of the year and as the name might suggest, it was designed as a swanky old speakeasy. No taps, just bottles and cans hidden behind doors that look like bookshelves. It was truly rewarding (and damn lucky) that we got such a memorable experience for our milestone pub. We enjoyed it so much, we stayed until last orders which ultimately meant that we wouldn’t make it back to the Newcastle Tap before close. But that was okay with us because we’d been on a journey - an epic crusade of ale and adventure, but in microcosm. And that’s what the whole Calendar Crawl experience was about: new places, new beer but the same old friends to enjoy whatever ale house and hovel comes before us.
It’s fair to say that throughout the year, we’ve covered a lot of miles and we’ve spent a lot of money. The true extent of this is revealed on the stats below. With the amount of miles travelled this year, we could’ve driven to Addis Ababa in Ethiopia or Islamabad in Pakistan. Further west, we could’ve overshot Chicago and ended up in the middle of Manitoba, Canada. But no, we spent those miles traversing the corners of this fair country. And at a time of such division and uncertainty, when people are just being arseholes to each other, it was nice each month to venture out and experience some pub grade humanity. Pubs have long been the centre of communities and they continue to be to this day. And all I can say for 2020 is let’s have more of it. The world is not a cold, dark place - even though sometimes - the pubs we’re sat in might be.
I hope you’ve all had a fantastic Christmas, thank you so much for reading. And a big fuck off Happy New Year to you and yours.
Let’s see the Crawl out, as promised, with some stats...
Miles travelled: 3833
Pints drunk: 468
Pubs visited: 100
Bar Tab: £2014.82
Average Drink: £4.31
Total hours travelled: 77 hours 34 mins
Priciest pint: £5.10 (Clachan, London)
Cheapest pint: £3.20 (Washington Arms, Washington)
Average price of pint: £4.08
Times Calendar Forgotten: 2/12
Furthest distance travelled to pub: 278 miles (Edinburgh, Scotland)
Shortest distance travelled to pub: 73 miles (Chipping Norton, Oxford)
Sunday Roasts eaten: 0
Blowjobs off groupies: 2 (no further comment here)
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Slowly, oh so slowly, making progress on my shitty life situation. A couple weeks ago I had an appointment with my area’s DSS and have been floundering through that frustrating process. Also finished an app for my state’s ERAP to help with back rent, just waiting to hear if they need even more paperwork from me then to hear if they actually have any funding left this late in the year to help. Only good thing about that is they sent me an email saying I have eviction protections during the waiting period, so if my landlord says fuck it before then, he can’t legally move forward at least.
As of today, the DSS now has all needed paperwork (that I know of) ‘til they tell me otherwise. Overall it’s just a big waiting game on a large hunk of things. I was already approved for SNAP, but my ebt card won’t come ‘til either the end of this week or next weekend. (Am doing good on food supplies tho! Been keeping up with food pantry trips.) Other than somehow figuring out better housing (they haven’t hooked me up with their housing dept yet....geez), I gotta somehow remember to comply with their job requirements to *keep* my benefits and not lose ‘em.
Thing is....before I can do their “job club” my worker suggested a mental health eval. But as I’m not actively seeing anyone (haven’t been to any doctors in YEARS due to, ya know, shitty healthcare system). Buuuuut, the closest app is Jan 11th. I took it obvi, but I have no clue what that means for the job recs in the meantime. I highly doubt one appointment will waiver me (as sadly I have yet to be able to get any sort of documentation of my struggles at all), but I don’t wanna get thrust into potentially overwhelming work without being at least approved of *some* sort of restrictions that would allow me to steer towards something that might work better for me. *flops over*
Either way, between snap and food bank, def will have food issues covered for several months (’til they either rescind it due to things changing for the good or not being able to nenew after april, etc). Just gotta figure out how to handle both all my non food needs without overreaching more than I already have and keeping up with laundry money and paying for transport to get to all these appts and stuff. (There’s no cash benefits I can get / any extra dss is paying will go towards temp rent payments if approved, and anyone familiar knows you’re shit out of luck otherwise as snap only covers food and nothing else)
Trying to hang in there ya’ll. Hoping I can at least have a somewhat peaceful holiday season. orz
#random ramblings#personal#venting#long post#the struggle is still real ya'll#hoping these efforts truly work out in all areas in the end
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why you two break up (hq boys)
yes i do appreciate angst. although this isn’t really too sad. edit: im so sorry😞👊
warnings: me literally roasting yamaguchi off of smth that happened in like season two and that i don't even genuinely think would happen BUT OK IG. mental health? i think? breakups idk, tsukishima sounds like that ed sheeran song
character: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kindaichi, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, nishinoya, tanaka
hinata shoyo
he loves you, really. but, you both know he’s not ready to love. hinata shoyo is the kind of guy to put his all into everything, and even though he really wanted to do that for you, something else was already taking place.
tobio kageyama
you know the phrase communication is key? it’s around for a reason. it wasn’t just that he struggled with not getting his emotions across, he just wasn’t trying anymore.
toru oikawa
toru is terrified to love. and, at first, you made it seem easy. liking you seemed worth being afraid, but he couldn’t handle loving you. he figured it’d be easier to hurt himself before you could.
sugawara koushi
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
iwaizumi hajime
a clinical case of right person wrong time. a minor complication spirals into a major landslide, and neither of you know how to healthily handle it. the breakup is soft, quiet, and full of tears on both ends. it’s the kind of thing that leaves iwaizumi consistently and desperately trying to better himself, so when you come back the next time he’ll be ready and good enough.
matsukawa issei
it’s definitely a circumstantial breakup, and he didn’t think that would hurt worse than anything else. you’re going to college abroad, and you insist you can’t make him stop his life for you. he promises you he’ll wait for you to come back, and something about it feels so true you almost have hope.
hanamaki takahiro
makki lives for spontaneity. he loves coming up with new ideas and making them happen. while some people fear change, he thrives off of it. standing still is scary for him— and relationships arent an acception.
kindaichi yutaro
he doesn’t like to show it, but kindaichi is sensitive. like, really really sensitive. a little joke or a look the wrong way sits wrong with him, and he can’t stop tossing and turning over it. he brings it up in the heat of the moment during an argument, and he’s ending things with you before he can even process what’s coming out of his mouth.
yamaguchi tadashi
yamaguchi is a coward. or, as he would say, he is precautious. he makes the safer choice, and he takes the easy way out. whether it was his serves, his presentation of self, or you.
tsukishima kei
sometimes, he thinks he might be the stupidiest man alive, because he genuinely does not know when he crosses a line. he took it too far one too many times and he hated seeing you cry. especially when you were crying over him. he figured you’d be happier with someone else.
kenma kozume
he’s too tired to take care of himself, he doesn’t know how to help take care of another person. it just becomes a little too much and a little too draining for the both of you, and you decide if you’re meant to be you will be down the line.
bokuto kotaro
bokuto is such a puppy, it was only natural for you two to have a puppy love. but, that’s all it was. soon enough, the magic fizzles out and the honeymoon phase was just that— a phase. the breakup is mutual, you have to think, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cross your mind from time to time and that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss you.
akaashi keiji
the more akaashi opened up in front of you, the less he felt like you liked him. insecurity was starting to become his main emotion in your relationship, and neither of you deserved that. it was planned to be more of a break than a breakup, as he takes time to value himself and you wait to prove to him you care.
miya atsumu
atsumu knows he’s too cocky sometimes, but he can’t stop. whether it’s a coping mechanism or an unchecked god complex, something is holding him back from growing and it strained your relationship. during a fight, he told you you were holding him back from his true potential— so you “set him free”.
nishinoya yu
nishinoya isn’t as confident as he seems. he isn’t naturally fearless, and no matter how hard he tries to pretend, he realizes you can only fake it til you make it for so long. he doesn’t want to burden you. he doesn’t want to add his problems to your life, or bother you in any way. he just thinks it makes the most sense to push you away— for your own good.
tanaka ryunosuke
tanaka idolized you from the start. you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and he made it ridiculously obvious. when he got you, he was elated. but as time passed, he started to see more and more what it really was— idolizing. he didn’t love you, he loved the idea of you.
#hinata x reader#kageyama x reader#oikawa x reader#sugawara x reader#iwaizumi x reader#matsukawa x reader#hanamaki x reader#kindaichi x reader#yamaguchi x reader#tsukishima x reader#kenma x reader#bokuto x reader#akaashi x reader#atsumu x reader#nishinoya x reader#tanaka x reader#hinata hcs#kageyama hcs#oikawa hcs#sugawara hcs#iwaizumi hcs#matsukawa hcs#mattsun hcs#hanamaki hcs#yamaguchi hcs#tsukishima hcs#bokuto hcs#akaashi hcs#mattsun x reader#atsumu hcs
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Dancing with the Devil
A/N: Just a little preamble before you start reading. This Natalia is pretty different in the way she treats reader in this fic compared to my other fic for a few reasons(Devil’s Advocate. Not a necessary read for this one, but if you enjoy this fic you’ll definitely enjoy that one) I had kind of come up with like I guess my own little world. So I considered the black box+collar from my other fic to be a marriage proposal of sorts. You’re pretty much her soulmate, in that you’re souls are bound in a way after you’ve put the collar on. Yes in my world succubi and incubi can only take one mate, so you’re her personal juice box for eternity and she’s allowed to feel some type of way
Summary: You’re back where you belong.
Warning: Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism if you like squint real hard, Overstimulation, Ruined Orgasm, Oral Fixation again if you squint but not as hard, Kitten/Pet and Mistress calling, oh and uh Tail Fucking
WC: 5.2K+
Pairing: Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Days pass in a blur after that night, Natalia having burrowed her way into your every thought, forcing you to continue your life on autopilot. Even in your dreams she haunts you, mind plagued with visions of gleaming red eyes and that devilish grin that always sends your pulse racing (for reasons you refuse to admit to yourself). You try desperately to convince yourself that there has to be a reason she won’t leave your mind, that she must’ve put some kind of hex on you or maybe it’s some lingering effect from being railed by a succubus, anything other than you wanting her. You can’t want her, not when the only way you’ll ever be able to see her again is becoming some sort of sex slave...forever. In any other context, being someone’s fuck toy for the rest of your life would be nice, might even be considered ideal, not having to worry about your financial state and the promise of good sex. But forever with an immortal being? There’s really only one way for you to interpret that and eternity is a terribly long time to be someone’s personal plaything...right?
You shouldn’t even have to try to convince yourself that it’s something you don’t want. No matter how sinfully good she is with her mouth or how she seems to know all the right angles to hit just the right spot that leaves your toes curling and your eyes rolling towards the back of your head or how-
You flop back onto your bed with a groan, trying to stop that train of thought from progressing any further before you’re doomed imagining all the things you want Natalia to do to you for the rest of the night. A sigh slips past your lips as you roll on your side, ready to force yourself to fall asleep, when your gaze lands on the small black box that still rests on your bedside table and all your dirty thoughts come rushing back to the forefront of your mind, followed by a faint throbbing between your legs.
A hand trails subconsciously down to the apex of your thighs, eyes falling shut when you find your slit, slick with want. Your mind wanders from scene to scene, each wildly different from the last, but all of them featuring Natalia. Your breath slips past your lips in soft pants as you circle your clit, free hand tracing a path up your abdomen to grope your breast for a moment before you’re tweaking your nipple, back arching with a quiet moan.
Your fingers dip down, sinking into your leaking hole, when you hear a shuffling noise followed by a soft click. Immediately, you freeze, eyes wide as you sit up and scan your dimly lit room. No one...not a person or creature in sight. The windows are closed and still looked to be locked after squinting through the darkness of your bedroom for a long second and your door doesn’t seem to have been opened. You look around your room again, hand reaching out in the dark for any kind of semi-heavy object you could use as a potential weapon, when it meets the now open top of the box sitting on your nightstand.
Was she here now? Watching you? Have you been on her mind just as much as she’s been on yours?
A shiver runs up your spine, a smile teasing the corners of your mouth at the thought as you sweep one last look around your quiet bedroom. You reach for the lamp on your bedside table, turning it on while you eye the lacy black collar proudly on display resting inside the box before gently scooping it out, the small bell attached to the front ringing and clinking against the name tag. Your fingers trace over the red stitching lining the top and bottom, then down to tug on the matching red bow and around the back to undo the small ribbon that ties the two ends together.
You pause for a brief moment, reconsidering, but the throbbing of your clit is far louder than that little voice of reason trying desperately to coax you back to thinking clearly and so without any further hesitation, you wrap the collar around your neck and secure it in place.
The silence of your bedroom is almost deafening as you wait...and wait…..and wait, til the ache that’s taken home between your legs expands, enveloping you whole.
The bell on your collar rings with your movements as you lay back, the sound muffled by the thrumming of your heart pounding in your ears. You ignore your hurt feelings (whatever feelings those may be) and focus on the wetness that’s gathered at the apex of your thighs, fingers fucking into yourself long into the night until you fall asleep, your hand tucked into your bottoms and the collar still resting around your throat.
Your dreams are more vivid than usual, almost as if replaying the memories and sensations of your night with Natalia. Images of her head buried between your legs, the vague feeling of hands gripping your hips, soft hair tickling the insides of your thighs and the warmth of a mouth teasing your slit has you squirming in your sleep.
The throbbing of your clit slowly lulls you awake, the feeling of fingers pushing into your heat pulling a shaky, high-pitched whine from your lips while your hands subconsciously reach down to tangle in soft waves (your fingers brushing against something famillarily ridged and curved has your heart fluttering happily) and pull that heavenly mouth back towards your clit.
A tittering laugh has you finally dragging your eyes open and you’re blessed with a view of a grinning Natalia, pointed teeth on display and her crimson eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Did you miss me, kitten?” The words come out low and muffled, Natalia not waiting for an answer as she presses her face back in towards your cunt and dragging one of her fangs gently across your clit.
Your back arches, bell on your collar jingling softly as you throw your head back into the pillows beneath you, an intense orgasm rushing through you without warning, your clit unexpectedly sensitive. Fuck...just how long has she been buried between your legs before you were dragged from your dreams?
Muscles relaxing, you land on the soft black silken sheets with a blissful sigh, her husky chuckle ringing pleasantly in your ears. Your hands fall away as Natalia trails burning kisses across the insides of your thighs, her breath cooling your slick and sweat covered skin when she speaks, “It’s about time you woke up, pet.”, her lips continue their path, bruises slowly blooming beneath her touch as she sucks and nips along your hips, up your stomach to trace the shape of your breasts before she mouths at the stiffened peaks, teeth capturing your nipple and tugging. Air hisses out past your lips as her fangs dig into your sensitive skin, your hands finding her fiery hair again. The onslaught of kisses continues up your throat until she pulls you into a heated kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips and you can’t help the whimper you let out when you taste yourself.
Natalia pulls back, air fanning across your face from her huff of quiet laughter as you chase her lips, eyes still closed. When you meet her gaze you’re almost shocked to see how vibrant the red of her irises are, as if they’re almost glowing, until your gaze sweeps up to admire her obsidian like horns, reminding yourself that she’s a succubus and she IS feeding off of your sexual energy. For the first time, you wonder what kind of power she holds.
She shifts to straddle you, the feeling of her hot, dripping cunt resting against your stomach pulling you out of your thoughts. Your hands reach out to grip her bare thighs, but a raise of her eyebrow has you dropping them uselessly at your sides as you’re reminded who’s in charge. She shifts again, hips subtly rolling with a breathy sigh falling from her mouth before speaking, “Although I can’t really complain about you sleeping so long. Not when you taste so…”, she pauses, tongue snaking out to drag across her plush lips, “Devine.” she practically purrs, eyes hooded while the corner of her mouth pulls up into that devilish smirk that has your pussy clenching.
Natalia’s hips rock down again, dragging her clit across your stomach before she leans back, hands braced above your knees as she starts grinding down in earnest, eyes falling shut. You’re enraptured by the sight, eyes flitting from her beautiful face, delicate features scrunched in pleasure; down to her heaving chest, perky breasts and pebbled nipples prominently on display. Slowly, your gaze falls further down along her body, taking in every inch of smooth flawless skin and soft curves, your mind consumed by thoughts of how utterly perfect she is, as if she were sculpted by god themself, before your eyes land on the trail of slick coating your stomach and Natalia’s puffy, leaking cunt while her hips continue to rock against you. You can practically feel your mouth water at the sight, an involuntary whine slipping past your lips as you realize just how much you crave to finally taste her, to please her.
Her breathy laugh has your eyes shooting back up to meet her vivid crimson stare, cocky smile on display when she teases you,
“What is it kitten? Are you not enjoying the view?”
You can’t stop the heat shooting to your face as you try to remember how to actually speak, mouth moving before your brain can form an actual sentence and tripping you up on your words. She laughs again at your stammering, clearly amused by her toy.
“I..I wanna-- c-can I taste you, Mistress?” desperation seeps through your voice as you lie underneath her, fists balled in the sheets trying hopelessly to fight the urge to reach out and touch her.
Natalia grins, pearly fangs catching the light and drawing your attention, just in time to watch her tongue flick out to wet her plush lips. The way her red gaze takes you in sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help the way the blood rushes to your face or the way your heart stutters in your chest.
“Please…” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper and Natalia’s eyes soften just a tad, though her wicked smirk is still painted across her lips.
She hums, hands moving from the tops of your thighs to run up along the sides of your chest; lithe fingers dancing across your ribs to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, pulling a whine from the back of your throat, “I suppose I could put that pretty little mouth of yours to work finally,” her hands continue their path, nails tracing up the column of your throat and toying with tag on your collar. She’s watching you intently, eyes soaking in your flushed and disheveled appearance, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. Your mouth parts and in a trance-like state, you nip the digit, tongue teasing the tip of her thumb before enveloping it in the warmth of your mouth. Natalia’s pupils seem to dilate further than before, the inky blackness slowly swallowing the red of her irises. You watch as she shakily exhales and the pride that swells in your chest has your tongue working her finger just that much more, eyes falling shut as you start to lose yourself in the motions. The squeeze of her strong thighs as she grinds her heated cunt harder against your stomach reminds you of the question you had just asked and you look up, your gaze meeting nothing but black as she stares back at you. “Would you like that, pet?”
The words leave her mouth in a breathy exhale and she hasn’t even finished speaking before you’re rapidly shaking your head yes, eyes trying their best to convey how much you ache to serve her. You watch hungrily as her soaked cunt nears your face, Natalia’s hands tangling in your hair and tugging your head to meet her wet folds.
“Then make that greedy mouth useful.”
You don't have to be told twice, not when you’ve been plagued with dreams and fantasies of her soaking your face in her cum, and eagerly your tongue flicks out to trail along her puffy lips a few strokes before parting them with deeper licks. She sinks down with a hum, pussy pushing further into your mouth as her nails scratch at your scalp. The taste and sensation of her cunt dragging along your tongue is almost enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never tasted someone so sweet and you can’t stop yourself from gripping her thighs and thrusting your tongue into her quivering hole with a greedy groan, trying to lap up as much of her wetness as you can.
The heady moan you’re rewarded with sends a pulsing heat straight to your clit. Her hands tighten their grip in your hair, hips slowly rolling along your mouth as you reverently devour her cunt, eyes closed in pure bliss while your tongue fucks her leaking hole.
You can hear Natalia’s heavy breathing above you as she uses you for her pleasure, the soft moans cascading from her parted lips are interrupted by a gasp when you finally manage to pull yourself away from the never ending slick dripping from her cunt to latch your mouth around her neglected clit. You suck, tongue lashing out to tease the swollen bud before she’s bearing down on you with a loud keening moan, powerful hands holding your head in place as she grinds her clit against your willing mouth.
“Fuuuck, that’s right kitten,” her rasping voice is shaky and your cunt throbs, knowing you’re the reason why, “eat my pussy like it’s your last supper.”
Her words pull a whine from the back of your throat, the vibrations shooting straight to her sensitive clit and the sound that leaves her mouth has you seeing stars as you cum; thighs squeezed together, pussy clenching around nothing as you shudder and moan under her.
Who knew demons could make such desperate pitiful noises?
Your orgasm doesn’t go unnoticed, if the tail teasing your twitching hole and the trembling laugh above you are anything to go by.
“Enjoying this, are we?” You don’t have to open your eyes to know she’s smirking, you can hear the smugness in her voice even as it wavers with every roll of her hips. “If I knew how ea-” she cuts herself off with a deep rumbling moan as you easily sink two fingers into her wet heat, digits immediately curling up to search along her walls for the spot you know will reduce her into a quivering, moaning mess.
Her tail pushes into your soaked slit as a dragged out yes hisses out past her teeth. The way Natalia’s hips buck against your fingers and mouth fucks her slick tail into just the right spot inside your fluttering cunt and soon your muffled moans join hers in a sinful symphony as she takes what she wants from you.
“Oh, you’re going to make me cum, pet.”
The words renew what little willpower you have left and with great effort, you stave off your impending orgasm to force your eyes open and focus on fucking your Mistress. You’re blessed with a sacred sight. Her back is arched beautifully, pushing her hungry cunt as far into your mouth and fingers as she can and putting her perky, full breasts on perfect display for your greedy eyes. Your free hand is reaching out without a thought and you watch as Natalia’s mouth falls open, freeing her bottom lip from between her fangs, while her brows furrow and her nose scrunches up in pleasure. You squeeze her tit, appreciating the softness under your palm and watch as her chest stutters, her breath faltering for a second before picking up again. Experimentally, you drag a nail against her pebbled nipple then take it between your fingers and pinch.
Her nails dig into your scalp as she smothers her pussy against your face til you can’t breathe and you’re sure you’re going to die, suffocating happily between her thighs when she freezes on top of you. You feel the tell tale signs of her upcoming orgasm when her walls flutter around your digits, desperately trying to pull them deeper and eagerly you drag your fingers from her quivering hole to join your other hand in their ministrations so that your tongue can once again taste the saccharine-like slick. The thighs encasing your head tighten as your tongue plunges and curls in her cunt until Natalia is gasping out a moan and her cum soaks your face.
If you thought her pussy tasted heavenly, you’re sure her cum is the nectar for the gods. Your eyes roll back as you lap at the mouth watering wetness leaking from her, your own cunt spasming as her tail frantically fucks into your sopping hole until you're sure she’s hitting your womb with every thrust.
Natalia has stopped shaking atop you, her hands and thighs loosening their hold around your head but she doesn’t make a move to get off you. In fact, her hips are rolling along your mouth again as you practically sob against her cunt from the intense pleasure between your own legs. Your hands grip desperately at her hips and thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you futilely try to chase your orgasm. You’re so close, god, you’re so close, but the edge stays just out of arm's reach and you can’t stop the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, nor can you stop them from falling, disappearing into your hairline and rolling down to join the mix of slick and cum coating your face as you cry and writhe pathetically under your her.
“You cry so cutely for me, kitten.” She purrs, “Let Mistress see those pretty, tearful eyes.”
The wild thrusting of her tail has died down to a slow crawl, dragging you away from the peak you were so pitifully chasing and so, with a whimpering sniffle, you dutifully open your eyes to meet Natalia’s pitch black gaze.
You can see the shiver of pleasure that runs through her body as you stare up at her with sad wet eyes, a shudder of your own wracking your body at her hum of “Good girl.” when you give her sensitive clit and cunt small kitten licks to clean up the rest of her cum. Her hands brush away any of your wayward hairs from your face before she drags a thumb along your temple, collecting your tears on the digit. You watch as she slowly brings her thumb to her mouth, gazes locked as her tongue slips past her lips to teasingly lick the salty liquid away with a quiet moan.
Your pussy clenches around her tail at the sight, her tail twitching inside you in response and briefly you wonder if she can actually feel pleasure fucking you with it before you’re completely pulled from your thoughts as her pace starts up again.
With a sigh, she drags her cunt away from your soaked mouth and immediately your loud moans fill the once quiet room. Her body slides pleasurably against yours as she moves to lie atop you, chests pressed together and legs tangled as her tail continues to pump into your soaked hole. The tip of her nose trails your collarbone then up along the column of your throat, breathing in the scent of sex. Your hands tangle in the soft fiery waves of Natalia’s hair as she kisses above the collar resting against your neck before sucking the unblemished skin between her lips to bite and mark and claim and fuck your pussy just gushes at the thought of being her’s.
You lick your lips, a whine pulling from deep within your chest at the taste of your Mistress still coating your face, bringing you just that much closer to the edge. The appendage fucking into you twists and writhes in ways you’ve only ever felt her tongue do, but the added thickness of her tail has you hurtling towards climax, head thrown back, collar jingling as you press your neck further into her greedy mouth.
Your eyes are screwed tightly shut and your pussy quivers painfully, walls sore from the constant fluttering, and just as you start to crest the peak, her tail slips itself from inside you and your hole clenches miserably around nothing while you cum. You’re already crying again when your body relaxes, sobs bubbling past your lips at the ache between your legs and the still pent up frustration your ruined orgasm failed to rid you of.
Natalia pulls away from your bruised neck to admire her work, mouth parted in quiet awe at the sight of her cum covered, sweat soaked, crying pet; and reverently, she kisses along your jaw and cheeks, tongue lapping at the mix of cum, slick, and tears that coat your face, whispers of how pretty you look when you cry gracing your ears.
She leans back when she finishes cleaning your face of her mess and your eyes finally open again when nothing happens after, tears still trailing slowly along your temples and disappearing into your hair as you sniffle, just to find her watching you keenly. Only when your gazes meet does her tail dip down between your legs to sink into your poor sensitive cunt once more. It’s gentle in its movements, but that doesn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from welling up in your eyes as the pain ever so slowly starts to outweigh the pleasure.
Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears that gathered there cascading in rivlets along your face, as the tail brushes along your walls, pressing into your g-spot. You can hear the click of Natalia’s tongue in disapproval as she tuts you.
“Keep your eyes open for me, kitten.”
Fuck her voice is so sultry and rasping and you can’t stop your cunt from tightening painfully around the thickness inside of you at the sound. Her tail thrusts a little harder, hitting something inside you and pulling a choked sob from the back of your throat.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The words are growled into your ear and your eyes fly open. You can feel her tail twitch inside you again while she takes in your whimpering cries, tearful face, and sad desperate eyes. She plunges her tail deep within you again and you wail out in painful pleasure, eyes forced shut as your head tilted back into the bed.
There’s a low trembling groan from above you and before you have the chance to open your eyes once more, Natalia’s mouth is on yours, swallowing every whine and wail as her tail fucks into you deeply, twisting to hit every pleasurable, painful spot inside your pussy. Your hands tighten in her hair, holding her against you while you sob into her mouth, and your legs untangle from hers to wrap around her waist.
You’re close again, so painfully close and you don’t know whether you want her to finish you off or ruin your orgasm again, not when you know both options are going to hurt, but you don’t get to choose. You never had an option in the first place. Your Mistress knows just what she wants from you and she’ll take it, no matter what you say.
“I want you to cum for me.” She’s trembling, pressed against you, voice thick and shaky with pleasure and you nod frantically. She buries her face against your chest, mouth marking every available inch of skin within her reach. Your crying is louder without her tongue to muffle you and with every sniffle and sob, you can feel her tail jerk inside your trembling cunt. Natalia latches her mouth onto one of your nipples, pointed teeth burying into sensitive flesh and your fingers digging into the base of her horns as you cum with a keening wail.
You can feel more than hear her cum with you as her moans ring through your chest, her tail squirming in your aching hole. Your pussy bears down on it, nails scratching at her scalp and catching on the ridges of her horns trying desperately to stop the painful pleasure wracking your body. The thickness inside you thrashes when your fingers scramble along the ribbed protrusion on her head and your sluggish mind slowly puts the two together, hands dropping to clutch at the nape of her neck and drag her into a sloppy kiss.
The moment your hands leave Natalia’s horns, her tail stops writhing and you breathe a sigh of relief into her mouth. Your lips disconnect as she pulls back slightly and when you open your eyes finally, you’re met with the quite literally glowing red eyes of your Mistress. As gently as she can, her tail slides out of your aching pussy, watching as your face pinches in pain at the soreness and she kisses your furrowed brow, nose brushing along your forehead and temple as she trails her lips down to press more kisses along the apples of your cheek and your scrunched up nose.
It’s all so unexpectedly soft and distracts you enough from the burning stretch of the bulging end of her tail when she pulls the last few inches out that you don’t even cry out, though she’s quick to kiss away any silent tears that escape because of the pain.
“Are you okay?” Natalia breathes out. She’s watching you closely, intently, and when you nod yes, you’re blessed with your first genuine smile. No cocky devilish smirks or seductive, hooded eyed smiles. Just the smallest of quirks play on the corners of her lips, but it’s enough to have you staring up at her in silent reverence.
“Good.” She whispers and then, “Can you talk?”
“Y-yes.” The words come out quiet, hoarse, and trembling, your throat raw from all your crying.
You clear your throat and try it again, “Yes Mistress.” it’s just as rough as your first try, but at least the shakiness is gone.
“Good girl.” She’s still whispering, voice soft while she takes you in before she finally rolls off of you to sit up against the headboard of the bed. She’s patting the open spot between her legs, an invitation or a silent command, you’re not sure but you move your tired body to rest against her’s anyway. Your back is pressed against her front, your head rests against her pillowy breasts while her’s rests atop your own, chin pressed to the crown of your head and her left arm wrapping around to secure you against her. Her free hand stretches out in front of both of you and you watch in amazement as a fresh, cool glass of water appears right before your eyes in her outstretched hand, complete with a red striped straw.
She’s bringing it up to your mouth urging you to take the cup from her, her voice gentle against your ear, “Drink this for me, kitten.”
You nod and do as you’re told, taking the refreshingly cold water from Natalia to start sipping and watching while two, what you think are, rags appear in her once again outstretched hand.
“Hold this.” She’s handing you one and you grab it with your free hand, feeling the warm damp cloth between your fingers and you think you can feel your heart melt when you realize what she’s doing. Slowly, she guides your legs open, not one word said while she dutifully and carefully drags the warm rag across the insides of your thighs, cleaning the drying slick from your skin. She trails the fabric closer to your sore center, just barely brushing your outer lips as she cleans the apex of your thighs, before running it along your overly sensitive slit as softly as she can, hushing you quietly when you whine and squirm.
You can feel her press a kiss to the top of your head as she finishes, then she’s leaning back, left hand under your chin tilting your head, your bell twinkling softly, to look up at her while her right is taking the second rag from you. Her eyes follow her hand as she slowly sweeps the cooling rag across your lower face, wiping away any remaining remnants of cum coating your cheeks and chin. When she finishes, she gives you another kiss, this one lingering on your forehead.
The used rags vanish and she hums as she brushes stray hair from your face and you can’t help but to stare up at her with big doe eyes, melting under her gentle touch. You can feel the chuckle build in her chest before it flows richly from her full lips and you can hear the amusement that tints her voice when she speaks again, “Finish your water, kitten.”
Despite everything that’s just happened, you still feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you quickly go back to drinking your water. It only takes you a few more seconds before you finish your glass.
“Would you like more?” You shake your head no and the glass disappears from your hand. “Do you need anything else, pet?” Her hands are softly stroking along your sides, stomach, and thighs, fingers massaging into any sore muscles they find.
“No, Mistress.” You’re quiet as you speak though your thoughts are loud, overcome with questions that soon fall into the recesses of your mind when she starts to shift lower onto the bed.
Natalia pulls you over her while she settles onto her back, tucking you into her side and wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her. You don’t hesitate to bury your face against her neck, your collar ringing with the movement and her chin resting against your head once more. Your leg and arm are thrown across her and you snuggle as close as you can with a content, sleepy sigh. She’s humming some soft unknown tune quietly, hands tracing patterns into your back and vaguely, you register the slithering sensation of her tail wrapping itself along your leg.
Briefly, your mind flashes back to the Natalia that left you in your bed all those nights ago with her cum leaking from between your legs and you can’t help the words that fly from your mouth.
“I didn’t know demons were into aftercare.”
She huffs a laugh, the air hitting the top of your head, and you hide your smile against her skin when she replies, “I’m a succubus, kitten, not evil.”
She must feel your mouth open against her, because before any sound can escape your parted lips, she’s shushing you.
“I know you must have lots of questions, pet.” You hum a yes when she pauses waiting for your reply, then continues on, “I thought so. But now is the time for sleep.” One of her hands leaves the expanse of your back to run through your hair, nails dragging pleasantly along your scalp and you feel as she leans down, lips brushing across your forehead as she whispers. “I promise I’ll answer all your questions in the morning.” A kiss, then “Now, go to sleep kitten.”
You do, a small smile stuck to your lips.
#LOL like 2 years later right?#anyway really wanna thank everyone who's still here despite me being gone for forever#like whaaaaa???? why are you here?? i come back from the land of the dead to complain and leave and youre still patiently (probably not)#waiting for a fic?? really?? bless you#<3#anyways i learned a lot about myself un personally while writing this and i hope you guys enjoy and or learn a few new things about yourself#;)#ive been reading a lot of lady d fics and i think they kind of translated over to this fic sorry#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff smut#smut#avengers x fem!reader#avengers x reader#avengers smut#boo.fic
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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:
"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"
Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites.
The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!
- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories.
- Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.
- Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not.
- I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters.
- I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no.
Long fics
a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡
Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending.
This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic.
there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.
The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet.
heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡
The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.
Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡
Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will.
The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡
A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡
- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)
One-shots and short stories
Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.
Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.
102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes.
sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers.
kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings.
will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.
The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?
neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it.
Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.
I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not.
Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗
You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.
Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised.
Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute.
you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable.
you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it.
okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay.
can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it.
even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.
clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!
I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡
#these are my all time favorites that i think you should read#it’s a good start#i've been putting together this post since friday#and i just realize that#apparently all of these have angst in some degree#who would i be if I didn’t read angst ajsjsj#but funny thing is that i try not to —but then the best stories are basically made of it#anyway#most of these are what I consider fandom classics#everyone in the byler fandom is so talented at writing😫💗#is stonathan the actual ship name? lmao#byler#stranger things#byeler#byler fic rec#fic rec#ao3#st#st.txt#me.txt#long post#stranger things fic
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askdump with spoilers up to chapter 22! but also including some older ones because i keep forgetting
bramblepatch asked:
I LOVE the implication that the answer to Minnow's "cool, I wonder why there would be a door here?" is that Vaelon decided "cool, let's put a door here." Heroes Just Wanna See Cool Shit.
being able to set your own fast travel markers is the dream
@apparently-possessed asked:
I can't believe no one has commented on how Karzarul has the gall to call the Abysscale erotica scandalous.
You made them to have sex with sailors you horny buffoon. You go off and find them in
Groups for frustrated sex.
No excuse my dude. They have always been the horny monster.
that was a PRIVATE INTERLUDE between a monster and several different ships worth of sailors and also sometimes other monsters and someone was INDISCREET which is RUDE and he would not have invited them if he'd known they would snitch
also tbh he was mostly offended by the implication that he was some kind of monster bimbo
anonymous asked:
"Monsters that are just slime orbs would have implications" yes, because the entire design and origin of Abysscales is completely without implications.
i find those implications less distressing tbh
@bramblepatch asked:
On rereading the last couple of chapters: as tragic as Vaelon's wish binding them all together is, it kind of seems like it might not be all bad for the world around them? Lynette already had her blessing at that point and I feel like a Sunlight Heir who didn't have that kind of persistent connection to the Hero and Monster would have the potential to go waaaay off the rails a lot more often than Heirs do anyway. Karzarul might be the one blatantly causing problems on most cycles, but having him and the Hero active when the Heir comes to power at least keeps them focused on their reincarnation bullshit...
you cannot deny that the hero does try to stop them from killing each other and also everyone else
he never said he'd succeed
@spinachwrap asked:
BIGGEST BOY It took me til chapter 20 to understand how Violet and the boys showed up and I about yelled. New! Monsters!!!
@asimovsideburns asked:
Sorry I’m just thinking about Astielle again and most if not all of Ari’s humanoid forms being at least partly imitative of someone he likes (and the others being made of what he thinks they’ll like) because moonlight is a reflection
@ephemeraltea asked:
part of what i love so much about your writing, particularly noticeable in astielle, is that you take a silly or off-hand thing and make it have true depth and emotional weight. like. collect one of everything from this open world video game. but for minnow, it's proof that she has desires outside of previous lives, that her experiences are not just slowly pixelating copies of things she's done before. this flower, i know i've seen it as me, because i have it pressed and saved at home. i have a memory of it that is only mine. and that fucking gets me!!!!
anonymous asked:
Karzarul getting all huffy about monsters naming themselves after descriptors *shakes my head* This is a TRADITION OF YOUR PEOPLE carried out EVEN TO THIS DAY *gestures to Violet who is... violet* I don't want to hear anything from you on the topic Mr. Beautiful.
anonymous asked:
RE: Karzarul getting huffy. It's probably influenced by the little Vaelon voice in the back of his head repeating "But that isn’t really a name..." over and over again, but still. I don't want to hear it from you, Mr. Beautiful!
anonymous asked:
Just from the way Karzarul responds to being told Elias died of being old with an Unconvinced Hm™ it seems like he knows about the immortality thing. But maybe they DO start aging after one (or more) of them dies?
@ceruleanvulpine asked:
RETURN OF “I WANT YOU WHATEVER YOULL GIVE ME” AHHHH
anonymous asked:
MA'AM. MA'AM HOW COULD YOU. I can't believe you did this to us VAELON NO
listen. i did it to myself also.
@punkpixieprince asked:
god even when I KNEW how it ended I still cried SO MUCH. I'm still crying right NOW. I imagined it in so many ways but honestly knowing it was an accident, that even after everything he killed her on accident, just really... destroyed me a little.
anonymous asked:
Vaelon: If I like everything *just the right amount* and not too much, then I won't want to commit suicide when it's gone. FORTUNATELY, I only have one person that applies to. And EXTRA fortunately she is now immortal. ... UNFORTUNATELY, there are now TWO people. EXTRA unfortunately, they are now trying to kill each other.
it turns out having gratitude-based cbt and existential nihilism as your religion has its limits as a depression treatment when literally no one around you has ever noticed that's what you're doing
anonymous asked:
What Vaelon Says: I don’t want any of us to be alone. What Vaelon Means: I don't want to be alone, and I don't mind leaving Karzarul alone if it means I can avoid being without one of the two people I can't live without.
vaelon has always vastly overestimated the extent to which karzarul wandered off to hang out with the many cool new monster friends his mom made him, and who he never wanted to introduce him to
anonymous asked:
Excited about the first mention of Moon priests. Also enjoy having my personal belief that the Sun priests are insufferable validated. Vaelon is STILL the only Void priest in evidence, ever. Understandable, seems like a difficult calling. *imagines poor little deluded Star priests running around in modern times being VERY WRONG*
anonymous asked:
They get a little mark on their hand to show who killed who? Does that work with people not-them? Did Leland wander around with a little sun on his hand from killing all the heirs? Is that how he's been telling everyone HE's the heir??? Did it happen to some random guardsman the first time and then Leland murdered him to try and get it himself? *chanting* Mark of Cain, Mark of Cain!
anonymous asked:
Idk if I should be happy or devastated for predicting what would happen for the most part in chapter 21 and 22.
But also wth the sun on his hand???? Where are those terms and heckin conditions please tell me those were as immutable as the weapons
anonymous asked:
That Lynette died with her left hand clean makes me feel violent emotions. How many? Monsters with Vaelon’s face and deaths that Karzarul could feel. Enough to get used to it.
She waited until he said he wasn’t connected to them. She spat monster like a slur. Sun circle advisors whispered in the ear of a woman who’d asked to be able to commit atrocities that her empire was the world.
You’re too good at this, I don’t know if I can recover.
(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞
anonymous asked:
Yeah, Lynette. You never asked for help, AND THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
anonymous asked:
“Why is it always my fault?” That's a very valid question, Karzarul. I can't think of any time the other two attempted to accommodate you, other than Vaelon mentioning he started helping people because he knew it bothered you, or him taking you back to the lake when you were in visible physical distress. Even when you hadn't done anything to cross her empire, when the only thing you'd taken from her was a small amount of Vaelon's attention, Lynette blamed you.
anonymous asked:
“Of all the fucking things you could have done, You made a new one. Another fucking monster, with his face. Do you think that’s going to stop me? Or do you think you’re proving something, making me kill him? Having to see his face, again and again and again, every time I kill one of those fucking things? His face, staring back at me, every fucking time and now you’ve made another one." ...Not everything is about YOU Lynette.
anonymous asked:
I loved learning that Vaelon designed Karzarul's moon/bug motifs.
anonymous asked:
Gaslight (Karzarul about things being his fault), Gatekeep (Karzarul away from Vaelon because if you can't have him *the way you want him* nobody can have him), Girlboss (of an empire that is actually only negatively impacting your mental health and it would be better for you to ditch that gig)
karzarul just hated to see a girlboss winning 😔
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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 2 - I’ve Been Waiting For You
Fandom: TRR
Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Series Synopsis: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale's problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.
Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions
Chapter Summary: It’s the morning after the Coronation Ball, and Harper receives a surprise wake-up call...
Word Count: 4,200
Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, angst, lemons)
Chapter theme song:
(English version)
Bonus Material: Artwork
Chapter 2 - I’ve Been Waiting For You
I am woken from my fitful sleep by the sound of impatient knocking on my door.
"Go away, Maxwell," I grumble sleepily, pulling the pillow over my head.
But as the insistent tapping jars me more fully awake, I quickly realise that it cannot be the Beaumonts at my door because I am no longer in Cordonia.
Opening a bleary eye, I fumble for my phone on the bedside table. As I lay my hands on it, the screen flashes to life and I can see that it's 6:46 in the morning.
Since I’m supposed to be getting up in about fifteen minutes anyway to make my flight to New York, I turn my alarm off.
Throwing the covers back, I rub my eyes and flick the bedside light on, before padding wearily over to the door, wondering why the hotel had woken me at such an ungodly hour.
But when I open the door, it is not a member of the staff standing in front of me.
"Drake?!" I gasp in disbelief.
He's stood in the corridor, head resting wearily on the forearm he has pressed against the doorframe, dressed in the same suit he wore to the Coronation Ball. There's a duffle bag at his feet.
"Gale," he says with a tired smile, pushing himself into a standing position.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" I breathe.
"Chasing after you like an idiot," he scoffs dryly. "Again."
I throw myself at him with a strangled squeak, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He emits a grunt of surprise as he staggers back slightly, but I feel his arms fasten around me, pulling me tight against him.
I hungrily inhale the lingering scent of his spicy aftershave as I burrow my face into his chest. A mere nine hours ago I believed that the fairytale ending that I’d imagined for the two of us had imploded on itself. So, to have him standing here, now, in front of me, is the equivalent of having him returned from the dead.
"I thought I'll never see you again..." I whisper, trying to keep the tears of happiness and relief from spilling over.
He tightens his hold on me. "I tried to get to you. But by the time I got away from the Guard, you were already gone."
"I was so scared..." I rasp. "I had no idea where they were taking me. I honestly thought they might lock me up or something..."
"What they did to you is unforgivable," Drake growls into my hair. "Not just the photos, but everything. They should never’ve dragged you out like that."
"...and then when you called me at the airport..." I heave a shuddering sob. "I just... I couldn't..."
"I know," he says simply. "That's why I had to get here before you got on that plane to New York."
"Why?"
He fixes me with a stern look. "Because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to let those fuckers drive you away from court like they did my sister. I promised you that I'd have your back. And I'll be damned if I'm letting you out of my sight again."
A lone tear escapes the corner of my eye. “You didn’t have to…”
He reaches up to catch the wayward drop of moisture before has a chance to roll down my cheek.“It was never a choice.”
I feel my throat tighten as I look up at him.
The fact that he’d been willing not only to look out for me since day one, but also to drop everything to come after me despite my effective banishment from court, and after what I said to him on the phone, reinforces in my heart and mind that he really is one in a million — a veritable diamond in the rough.
And — in his words — I’d been a monumental dumbass to even have considered letting someone like that go.
"You okay?" he asks softly, running the coarseness of his thumb over my cheek questioningly.
"Yeah," I nod with a sniffle, peeking up at him.
I suddenly notice Drake's pale complexion and the dark circles under his eyes.
"Are you?” I counter. “You look like you've been through hell and back."
He manages a wry grin. "Driving on French roads can do that to you..."
My mouth drops open. "You drove here? How long did that take?"
"Nine hours, give or take," he shrugs. "I may have tuned out the speed signs..."
"Wouldn't it have been easier to catch a plane?"
"Yours was the last flight of the day and the first one in the morning wouldn't have landed until 10am," he explains, stroking my damp face. "I wouldn't have made it in time."
"But... how did you know where I was?"
"FindMyPhone," he replies with a self-satisfied smirk. "You turned your phone back on after you landed."
"How did y—?" I begin, before shaking my head. "Never mind..."
Given Drake’s status as a member of the King's Guard, he is probably used to digging up all sorts of buried info, so working out what flight I had been on and finding out my room number must’ve been child's play for him.
Instead, I ask, "Does Christian know that you're here?"
Drake snorts derisively. "Chris can blow me for all I care."
I pull back in surprise. "You don't mean that..."
"Actually, I do," he replies with a steely look. "For someone who claims to be head over heels for you, he did fuck all when that so-called exclusive pinged up on everyone's phone. Even though he knew the whole thing had been a set-up. In fact, it was on his order that you got hauled out like that in the first place."
I feel the wind get knocked from my chest. "Wh-what?"
"I've never come so close to wanting to deck him..." he grits. "So, yeah. His Majesty can suck it. Because after what he did, the last thing I need is his royal permission when it comes to you."
He yanks me to him with a feral growl, his lips locking onto mine in a savage kiss.
My mouth opens in surprise, but he gives me no option to ask further question as he takes full advantage of the implied invitation with his tongue…
…and I surrender to his fierce demand willingly, a heady moan escaping me as my fingers tangle themselves into his hair while his hands rake possessively down my back.
As I lose myself in his kiss, a part of me wonders how we’d managed to keep ourselves from ripping the clothes off each other every time we found ourselves alone after that first steamy kiss at the beach party...
...where he also told me that we couldn't do this.
Tearing my mouth away from him, I blurt, "But I thought you said—"
"Fuck what I said," he snarls. "I'm done pandering to him and everyone else."
Grabbing my backside with both hands, he lifts me up against him and my legs wrap instinctually around his waist. Trailing hot kisses down the side of my neck, he kicks his duffle into the room. Striding into the room after it, he slams the door shut behind us. Pushing me up against the wall, he loosens his hold on me and I slide down his hard body.
"Drake," I gasp as his hands fasten around the curve of my waist underneath my t-shirt. "Are you sure?"
His sudden fervour is in stark contrast to the past month where he had always been the one to pull back. But as much as I want him to not stop, I also don’t want him to brashly jump into something that he might later regret.
"Damn sure," he replies gruffly, his mocha eyes meeting mine with conviction. "I don't want to wait anymore... I can't wait anymore."
He seizes my mouth again roughly, his fingers digging into my hips with heartfelt conviction.
"Are you?" he asks, breaking off the kiss to look at me again. "Because if we do this, there's no going back..."
"I'm sure," I confirm with a smile, grabbing onto his belt to pull him closer. "I was done waiting weeks ago."
"Thank fuck for that..." he breathes, cupping my face in his hands to capture my mouth once more.
I sigh blissfully.
Finally — finally! — we could kiss each other in the way both of us had wanted to... no, needed to since that first kiss — thoroughly, deeply, uninhibitedly, instead of the desperate, hurriedly stolen moments that we've been having to make do with until now.
Without easing up his demands on my lips, Drake's hands skim down my neck. His palms brush over my breasts and I bite his bottom lip with a needy noise, the thin material of my t-shirt doing nothing to dampen the heat of his touch.
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat that sends heat licking through my core as he grabs the hem of my top and yanks it up.
I lift my arms up in anticipation of him pulling the t-shirt off completely, but instead, I feel him twist the material around my hands, binding them together in a vice. Immobilising my wrists against the wall with one hand, he uses the other to trail his fingers down my arm, over my neck and down the valley of my breasts to my stomach.
I try desperately to pull my wrists out of their restraints, itching to grab the lapels of his jacket, to tangle my fingers into his hair... anything to feel him under my hands, but his hold on me is immovable.
His questing fingers reach the sensitive skin below my belly button and I arch towards him, whimpering as his fingers trace around the waistband of my underwear. He pushes the lacy material down just enough to give his hand space to slide in.
I cry out as he makes contact.
"Christ, you're wet..." he murmurs against my mouth.
I throw my head back against the wall with a throaty moan as his fingers set to work on me.
Can't say I’m surprised...
The mere sight of him is enough to set my heart racing, so having his mouth and hands on me like this after having had to wait for so long is guaranteed to send my body into overdrive.
Forcing my eyes open, I find him staring at me intently, watching my unguarded reactions as he explores my hot folds, looking for my sweet spot. I see his mouth quirk triumphantly as I gasp when he locates it.
“This what you need?” he asks roughly, gliding his fingers over me.
I gurgle something unintelligible at him in response as my eyes shudder closes again.
I swear I hear him chuckle as he ups the pace.
My breath starts coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his fingers continue to coax me relentlessly. And if that isn’t enough, the feel of rough material of his jacket rubbing against my swollen nipples chips away at my very sanity as I feel myself spiral rapidly out of control.
"Drake..." I plead helplessly, my entire body quivering as my brain becomes overwhelmed by the effects of his ministrations.
"Come for me, Harper," he demands gruffly, his teeth grazing my jawline.
The unmitigated heat suffused into his words sends me crashing loudly over the edge.
The coveted waves of release envelope me and my cry of ecstasy turns into a guttural moan as he slides his fingers inside me, ratcheting up the intensity of the experience.
The tremors coursing through me make my knees buckle, and I sag against Drake's chest, gasping for breath.
Gently extracting his fingers, he pulls the rumpled t-shirt from my wrists and tosses it away, causing my arms to fall over his shoulders limply.
Reaching down, he hooks an arm underneath my knees. Lifting me up against his heart, he carries me over to the bed while I bask in the warm afterglow of one of the fastest and most intense orgasms of my life.
But I guess that's what happens after suffering through a month of constantly interrupted foreplay...
Placing a knee onto the mattress to steady himself, he deposits me gently on top of the covers.
Opening my eyes, I see him hovering above me, a reverential expression on his face.
"Christ, you're beautiful..." he murmurs.
Leaning down over me, he brushes his lips softly against mine. Grabbing the front of his jacket, I pull him closer, making him groan as I deepen the kiss.
He moves his hands beneath me and in the next second, he is sitting on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap.
"Why are you still dressed, Walker?" I ask breathlessly, sliding my hands up the smooth panes of his chest as I plant little kisses at the base of his throat where he had left the top two buttons of his shirt undone.
"Why haven't you undressed me yet, Gale?" he counters, running his palms up my bare thighs as he nips my ear.
"Gee, I don't know..." I quip, slanting him an accusatory look as I slide my hands onto his shoulders to push his blazer off. "Maybe because my hands were quite literally tied."
"Were they, really?" he asks roughly, shrugging out of the jacket and tossing it onto the floor.
"Yeah," I whisper, trailing my tongue up his neck while my fingers set to work undoing the buttons of his shirt. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
"No..." he replies with a devilish smirk, his fingers making quick work of his cuffs.
I pull his shirt tails out of the waistband of his pants to get to the last two buttons while tracing his jawline with my tongue.
"Shame," I declare, grabbing the panels of his shirt to tug the material down over his arms. "I was hoping to return the favour."
"You wanna tie me up and have your way with me?" he grins as he tears his shirt off while I run my fingertips over his ribbed abs.
"You had your way with me, bud,” I purr as I quickly undo his belt, trouser button, and fly to yank the top of his boxers down, freeing his throbbing erection. "Now it's my turn."
He throws his head back with a strangled groan as my hand wraps around his swollen shaft.
"Sweet Jesus, girl!” he gasps as my hand starts working up and down, his fingers digging into my hips.
"How does it feel, Drake..." I whisper with a wicked grin, biting his earlobe with my teeth. "...to get an eye for an eye?"
"Fuckin' incredible..." he grits, reaching up to grab one of my breasts, the graze of his thumb against my nipple making me gasp. "But I didn't drive 600 miles for a handjob."
With a deft movement, he flips me onto my back on the bed.
Scraping my hair out of my face, I look down to see him kissing his way up the inside of my thigh. His eyes lock onto mine with a look so hungry that it makes my heart jump into my throat.
Reaching up, he grabs my panties and in one smooth motion, yanks them off me. Tossing them over his shoulder, he continues his quest up my body with his hands and mouth, making me squirm and pant as he gets higher and higher.
I arch my back off the bed with a low moan as his mouth finds my nipple and he begins teasing it with his tongue.
"Drake...!" I cry, as his fingers pick up the same rhythm on my other breast as he set with the first.
Digging my nails into his waist, I thrust my hips up desperately, needing to feel him inside me already.
"Impatient, are we?" he murmurs as he gives me one more sensuous lick that makes me quiver all over.
"You have no idea..." I pant, my entire body tingling in the wake of his attentions.
Pushing himself off the bed with a chuckle, he sets about pulling his shoes and socks off. "I might have some," he assures me with a wry smirk as he shoves his pants and boxers down.
My eyes widen at the sight of him in all his naked glory — like Michelangelo's David come to life — and it makes me want him all the more.
His voice interrupts my thoughts. "Do I need to grab a rubber?"
My mouth curves into a grin. "You came prepared?"
"Always," he replies with a cocky grin. "You never know when you might need one."
"We're good," I tell him.
Because I hadn't wanted the hassle of constantly having to remember to take the pill each morning, I'd had an IUD put in a few years ago.
"Now, come here," I command, cocking a finger at him.
"Yes, ma'am," he concedes with a sultry look.
Reaching up to pull him back down on top of me, my lips lock onto his.
I can feel his rock-hard erection throbbing between my thighs, and I rub myself against him wantonly, making him groan.
"Harper..." he gasps, pulling away from me slightly.
I let out a whine of frustration.
"Harper, look at me."
Opening my eyes, I see his face inches from mine, his eyes coloured a dark espresso by arousal.
"Don't tell me you changed your mind..." I groan.
"Hardly," he scoffs. Turning serious, he says, "But before we go any further, I want you to promise that you'll tell me if... if you need me to stop at any point. I don't want to hurt you."
His touching concern makes my throat constrict with emotion. I reach up to stroke his face reassuringly. "I will."
He turns his face to kiss the inside of my palm, his expression tender. Adjusting his position between my legs, he reaches down to line himself up, eyes not leaving mine.
I gasp as he enters me with exquisite slowness, giving me time to adjust to his size before edging cautiously deeper, inch by glorious inch.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as he fills me.
Oh, my God... He feels a hundred times better than I could've ever imagined...
"You...okay?" he huffs, his face a mask of concentration above me.
"More than okay," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist to nudge him all the way in. "Now fuck me like you mean it."
I get that he’s trying to be careful, given that this is our first time together. But I’ve waited way too long for this, so the last thing I want is slow and gentle.
He smirks down at me. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Only you..."
He emits a low groan as he begins to move against me, gradually at first, but soon picking up momentum as I urge him on with a strategically positioned heel on his backside, my arms locked around his shoulders.
"Christ, you feel amazing...!" he gasps as he finds his rhythm.
The electrifying sensation of him moving against me is sends me into a tail spin.
"Drake! Oh, Drake!” I cry in abandon. “I love you... Don't you dare stop!"
He judders to a halt mid stroke and I let out a high-pitched squeal of protest, the sudden interruption causing me to shake uncontrollably from my pent-up need.
"Wh-what did you say?" he pants.
"Don't stop..." I moan, thrusting my hips against him in a frantic attempt to get him going again, but he remains stubbornly still.
"No. Before that."
My eyes snap open, and I gasp in sudden realisation.
Oh, my God… Did I just—?
Glancing up surreptitiously, I see that he's staring at me with laser-like focus, a strange mixture of emotions on his face.
Feeling myself turn beet red, my hands fly up to cover my face. "I... I didn't think I said it out loud."
"Did you mean it?"
Peeking out from behind my fingers, I see that he's looking at me as if I might bolt any second.
Not trusting myself to speak, I give him a small nod, biting my bottom lip nervously.
Please don’t let him freak…
His eyes widen and I see relief flit across his face. "Oh, Harper. I love you too,” he breathes, gathering me against his chest in a tight embrace.
"You do?"
He pulls away slightly to fix me with a wry look. "You think I'd’ve driven through the night if I didn't?"
"Well... For all I know, extreme driving could be one of those essential life-skills that you insist on honing in your spare time."
"Hah. You're funny, y'know that?" he replies dryly, though I can see the light dancing in his eyes.
"One of the reasons you love me, I'm sure," I tease with a smile, grabbing his hair and pull him down for a kiss.
I don’t know exactly when I ended up falling in love with him. Maybe that afternoon when he gave me the phone and the money without expecting anything in return, or that horrible day when he got arrested and I became overwhelmed by a blinding determination to move heaven and earth for him.
But now that I’ve said those three magic words out loud, I’m surprised that it’s taken me this long to admit to myself — and to him — how I felt. Because, in a way, it feels like I've always loved him.
And to find out that he feels the same way about me... Well, that just makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
"I love everything about you," he corrects, breaking off the kiss to trail his lips along my neck and jawline, making me sigh happily. "The smell of your hair, the taste of your lips, the sound of your laugh. God help me, even your relentless Yankee sass."
"Is that right?" I gasp as he begins moving against me again.
His mouth comes down on mine in a passionate kiss that takes my breath away. "Damn straight, girl. You're perfect."
"I'll...remind you... of that..." I pant as I slide my hands down his back, digging my nails into his hips to arch up against him with each stroke.
"No... doubt," he grunts with a wry smile before fusing our lips together again.
I kiss him back hungrily, my tongue invading his mouth. He responds in kind, drinking me in like a thirsty man finally finding water after wandering the desert for days.
But as the pace becomes increasingly frenzied, keeping our lips locked together becomes more and more difficult as the building intensity begins to take its toll on our breathing.
He slips a hand underneath my ass to adjust the angle between us, the increased depth of the altered position making both of us groan. Our grip on each other tightens as we drive each other closer to the edge, our breaths now coming only in gasps and moans as we hurtle inevitably towards the abyss of release.
"Drake!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus... Harper...!"
I cry out as the tightened coil inside of me snaps and I am overwhelmed by an even more intense climax than the one I had earlier.
I feel Drake tense as well before throwing his head back to explode inside me a second later with a strangled groan.
We ride the exhilarating high together, clinging to each other as wave after wave washes over us.
With a few more delicious bucks of his hips, he collapses on top of me with a shudder, our bodies slick with sweat and the results of our lovemaking.
Gulping air to try and catch our breaths, neither of us attempt to move for several long minutes as we bask in the warmth of our post-coital bliss.
Eventually, however, I feel Drake stir as he lifts his head.
I open a heavy eyelid to see that he is gazing at me with a serene expression.
"I love you," he whispers against my lips before closing the distance with a gentle kiss.
"Mmm..." My mind is a puddle of mush, and I cannot bring myself to form coherent words.
"That good, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Drake rolls off me with a chuckle and the cool air of the room hits me, making me shiver.
Reaching over to flick off the bedside light, he gathers me back against his chest and pulls the covers over us.
Draping my arm across him, I inhale the smell of his skin as the glide of his hand on my back lulls me into oblivion.
The story continues in Chapter 3 - Hotel Room Service
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