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1800-page-not-found · 9 months

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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf/gf is prettier than you (genshin men+women x fem reader) PART 3

ITS THE HARBINGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Not doing scaramouche cuz i already did in part 2

Dottore, Columbina, Sandrone x reader (seperate)

TW: implied unhealthy relationship (for dottore bc that man does not treat anyone like a human being, i have mixed feelings about that guy), and id like to state that i do NOT support toxic relationships.

Making another part for the other harbingers bc im really sleepy rn and I just wanna give you guys something because I havent posted in a long time.

The next part contains Pantalone, Tartaglia, Arlecchino x reader (seperate)

Maybe i'll do Signora, Pierro, and Capatino? but Capatino wears a mask??? wtv lol

Please note that you may not like "[name]"s personality, as it may differ from yours.

You had met Zandik when he was a scholar at the Akademiya, before he was expelled for his crimes and immoral acts. Fortunately, unlike the last girl who had fancied him, Sohreh, he did not mutilate your body, because somehow in that rather small and close to non existing heart of his, was you.

But unfortunately, you could not escape his unhinged mindset. You relied too much on the Akasha System. When he did get expelled, you followed with him. After all, thats what the Akasha showed which was best for you. Hundreds of years went by, and he became a powerful harbinger. He still gave you freedom, to some extent. So how did you wind up at his office, crying and drunk?

"Zandik" You cried.

You were ultimately weak in the mind due to your heavy dependency that Dottore had created for you. He smiled as you cried into his shoulder, dampening his clothes.

"Yes dear? What happened for you to come crying to me?" He was your white knight.

You quickly learned that somehow, dottore would always save you, relieving you of your agony. Like he did with the ruin machines when they found Sohreh's body.

"O-one of your clones said you didn't love me and you had another woman…" you hiccup in between your words.

"My dear, do not fret, there are no other women in my life besides you. Why would I require someone else? Those clones can be quite troublesome, and not all of them are friendly. I apologize for their behavior." He soothed you, patting your back. 'Yes, yes...let it all out,' he thought. His clones were doing well, their original sole purpose was to create insecurities and confusion in your mind.

"But-But, I'm not even that pretty, even you're prettier than me! Theres plenty of women who are better than me-what if you dont love me one day?" You mumble, your head still lying on his shoulder.

"Darling, I have to say, I am surprised by your irrational behavior. My affection for you is undeniable, and the fact that you would suggest otherwise is quite hurtful..." Your eyes widened.

Oh, how could you hurt him like that?! After everything he's done for you?...

"No-no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"

"Do you trust me [name]?" He cuts you off.

"Huh? Of course I do!"

"Good, now please can we move on? If we continue to talk about this, my heart will ache even more." He starts to make an expression that he knows will make you feel guilty. You've really fallen deeper into the rabbit hole now.

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Columbina had saved you at your lowest, and you had devoted your every fiber of yourself to her. You decided to get stronger, your sole motivation being paying back your benefactor. Well, that was until the angel-like harbinger said you could pay her back by forming a relationship with her.

You did start off as friends, but that slowly spiraled into a more intimate relationship. You promised to be there for her whenever and wherever, but really, does the harbinger who's ranked third really need protecting?... I mean, you're so much weaker than her, how can you protect her when she's in danger?

That thought slowly grew in your mind-you can't help but just let it all out when drunk on the fine vodka Columbina had brought back for you and her to enjoy...until well, you drank the whole bottle.

You stared at the empty bottle in your hand that once held the highest quality of vodka.

"[name], my dear, what's on your mind?" Columbina spoke softly, her voice sounding like a lovely melody in your ears.

"Mmmm...I don't wanna bother youuu..." You dragged out your words, slurring your speech.

Columbina stood up from the couch and took the bottle out from your hands and gently placed it on the glass coffee table, making a small 'kling' sound. She sat back down and held your hands, which were rather cold so she decided to warm them up.

It was strange how she always kept her eyes closed, but no matter what always aware of her surroundings. This only increased your insecurity, after all, only one with great strength could do such things...and you couldn't.

"[name]." She let go of your hands and placed hers on your cheek, and kissed you softly. "Your thoughts will never be a bother all right? I'll always be there to protect you and be by your side." She smiled at you warmly.

You started to cry, the alcohol heightening your emotions. "That's-that's the thing!" You let out a sob, wiping your tears. "I-I don't want to just rely on you, I want you to rely on me too! But, I'm so much weaker than you and, and you excel in everything! You're smart, strong, independent, and so, so much prettier than me and everyone, you deserve so much better than me I-" Your rant was cut short when Columbina kissed you again softly.

"Oh, [name], I never knew you felt this way, I want you to know that I rely on you every single day, there is not a single moment where I don't rely on you. I know you probably don't believe it, but you make me feel so happy. I don't care if you think that I outshine you, because in my eyes you're the most beautiful and amazing person in the entirety of Teyvat. You're perfect in my eyes just the way you are, and no one else can take that spot." Her voice really soothed you, and as she spoke, you stopped crying.

"R-really? You mean it?..." You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face.

"Yes, now please, there's no need to cry anymore alright?" she kissed your forehead and held you in a warm embrace on the couch.

"Mhm…alright, thank you, I love you…" You rubbed your eyes, tired from crying and fell asleep in Columbina's arms.

Once you were sound asleep, Columbina picked you up, carrying you in her arms bridal style and set you gently on the bed, making sure you're comfortable before crawling into the bed and cuddling with you.

The next day, you woke up, eyes puffy and not a single memory of last night. When you asked your lover, she just giggled and walked away, leaving you confused.

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Sandrone was an interesting character. When you first met, you had actually died. Well more like on the verge of death. Somehow, for some reason, she had saved you, as she had basically turned you into part automaton.

You were supposedly her 'puppet', but, puppets don't act this human. You were crazy for confessing your love to her, the harbinger who was known for only caring about her own works, and having a god awful personality to come with it.

Well, fortunately for you, you did count as one of her works, so perhaps that was the reason why she accepted your confession and you two started being in a relationship?...you still couldn't wrap your mind about this, you were really happy to say the least.

Today, you had practically begged her to come with you to have a picnic and stargaze. She was being quite stubborn. But of course, she couldn't outmatch your own stubbornness and you, thus she gave in.

You were so excited, yet here you were, sitting on the blanket, extremely drunk. You smiled at her, all giggly and bubbly as you wrapped yourself around her arm, hugging her.

Sandrone sighed and frowned, she stopped her work just for this? I mean, it was you... (She'd never admit to loving spending time with you, she's gotta keep her reputation up... but everyone knows, even you, that she has an extremely soft spot for you (and only you.))

"[name]...quit staring at me like that!" sandrone flicked your forehead, earning an 'owwww' from you.

After recovering from the ferocious attack, you laughed and smiled. "But you're just sooooo pretty! I can't keep my eyes off you, the prettiest girl in Teyvat!"

You lowered your voice to a whisper "I think you're prettier than me, all the other harbingers, and the Tsaritsa- Ow!"

She slapped the back of your head. "I will not allow you to speak of her majesty the Tsaritsa like that, [name]!"

She crossed her arms and turned her head away from you, looking angry.

Although, her words seemed to contradict her statement just now. She spoke quietly under her breath, "plus, youre the most prettiest girl in Teyvat, [name]..."

You perked up, perhaps having heightened senses was a good thing. "I heard that!" You shouted and smiled. "You really think that-"

"W-what?! No! You must be imagining things!" She yelled back at you. "Damn it, I shouldn't have heightened your sense of hearing too! Ugh!"

All you did was laugh teasingly at her frustration and embarrassment getting caught being nice, specifically to you. Until you blacked out from the alcohol. That reallllllllyyyy freaked her out, as she frantically carried you back home. (Well, the only reason she showed her 'nicer' side was really due to the only witness being her modified automaton.)

You had slept for a whole day before waking up at noon, with a god awful hangover, causing you to throw up.

(Sandrone ordered one of her machines to take care of you in secret and report to her every hour about your status.)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore #columbina x reader #columbina #sandrone #sandrone x reader #harbingers x reader #harbinger x reader #dottore

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blorbocedes · 1 year

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ok, so i got into f1 through dts in the past few years, and then stumbled across the brocedes rabbit hole recently. before that i didn't really know/like nico at all, because everyone made out like he was awful and obsessed with lewis. but i've just been watching the 2016 season, and not only is nico actually really nice (especially when he keeps being booed by crowds for literally no reason) but i have to say that i was shocked by how unreliable both mercedes cars were in that season. like, people make it out as though lewis' car was breaking down all the time and nico's was perfect, but in almost every race where lewis had car issues, so did nico. even watching the sky sports coverage (where they do talk almost non-stop about lewis and are definitely biased towards him), the number of times that they interview niki or toto going 'oh it was a perfect race for nico but car issues for lewis' and toto or niki say that actually both cars had issues is insane. also, people keep saying that nico would deliberately speak foreign languages in the cooldown room to exclude lewis (which im obviously not discounting), but in almost all of the cooldown rooms that they've shown for this season, it's just really awkward and quiet as they don't talk to each other, or anyone at all really. i feel like nico has just been done so dirty by everyone

come here anon let me kiss you with tongue

i went through this exact journey of discovery too where I was like yeahhhh everyone hates this guy! boo 🍅🍅🍅 so I went looking deeper into why (so I can be an #informed hater) and then I was like HUH.... he's not the manipulative evil obsessed with lewis can't get over their past relationship dude he's portrayed in fanon or exacerbated by sky news. in fact he was well liked by the grid!!! he invited others on Air Rosberg so they could all go travel together. and don't get me started on The Narratives of it all. my man was getting booed at Silverstone or for beating lewis, and he was saying thank you to the fans... the tifosi booed him for winning Monza and he turned that around and made them sing with him!!! (and then kravitz called it embarrassing 😶)

the British sky coverage bias is SO real, and not do get me started on the crashes which are all framed as "Nico got envious and rammed into Lewis" and not the amount of times Lewis didn't leave enough space, or he was the one who caused it....... but I digress. the W-06s were kind of like the 2022 Ferraris where they were insanely fast but notoriously unreliable. fucking hell when Nico won the championship -- EVERYONE including his own team of Toto and Niki were talking about whether Lewis lost due to DNFs, and it took sebastian vettel to be like. hey. can we talk about Nico's deserved win tho?

lewis was asked if he thought the better man won and he said he didn't agree with that, and then when he retired was like "oh I'm not surprised, it's the first time he's won anything in 20 years." 🥴🥴🥴

every time someone learns more about nico over what's regurgitated about him they're always Huh... he's just some well meaning cringe dude... and not an evil mastermind 🤥 I do not discount that they've both hurt each other in ways we're not aware of, but everything that's publicly available means that's not our stance to take (hate a guy on Behalf of lewis cause he won't say his name)

now I don't blame fans -- how would you know about something that happened like 7 years ago now? and Lewis is very skilled at the narratives around him, he had a team that despite letting both drivers race was clearly behind him; and everything since DTS, fanon has been reinforcing the same narrative.

ultimately, nico won 2016 and lewis won the narrative.

sorry this answer got so long!!! i have mental problems!!! happy to recruit you in our large number of 6 nicologists if you now swing that way. 💕

#nico rosberg #the villainizing nico thesis (condensed)#i wish he was as evil as fandom makes him out to be. instead he's just a guy very enthusiastic about electric cars #cringe (affectionate)#blorbocedes ask #nicology

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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And then there's THIS asshole. Okay. Sure. I have emotional bandwidth for this. Why not.

I've been suspecting it since my first case in Kanai Ward but I guess I'm built different. *insufferably smug*

...I forgot how stupid his chin-dick is. XD Who put that on your face, man?

Oh wow, fuck this guy with an iron pole. Can we hang up on his stupid face? We have way better things to do with our time, like talk about how much we miss Yakou or open that bomb-present Makoto gave me.

That sounds like a you problem, to be honest. You said you're withholding intel 'cause it's better if we figure out what the vague bullshit you're on about means for ourselves. That's a crock.

If you want me to care about the Great Global Mystery then you need to start selling me on what those words you're using mean. Otherwise, you can solve it yourself.

Halara's over here saying the same thing I am but much more civilly. I suppose there are more diplomatic methods of information gathering than flipping double-deuces at your boss but honestly I've had a lot of upper-class privileged dipshits in my business today and I'm rapidly running out of fucks to give.

See, now we know and can do something with this information. These people are probably related to the corpses allegedly being trafficked into the Restricted Area. Y'know. For homunculus research.

By chance, did that happen to begin three years ago? No reason in particular, just curious.

Allegedly it's super-toxic because of a gas leak from a mine but, as stated before, "There's this one place where nobody ever ever ever goes" sounds like the perfect place to stash a big secret. It's the most obvious candidate for the secret secret lab.

SPILL. Forget what I said about wanting to go home and mourn. I am hungry for this intel.

BINGO. That's gotta be our homunculus lab.

This has come up many times over the various cases. The Peacekeepers remove bodies from crime scenes quickly for this reason, but it's never been discussed what happens to the bodies. Does Kanai Ward do burials? Cremation? Dump 'em in the river? Cannibalism?

That last one's mostly a joke but. Like. KANAI WARD SIGNATURE MEAT BUNS. I type it like that because something feels weird about the whole town's obsession for this one food product, which various food vendors keep mentioning.

In any case, what becomes of the dead once their body is taken away by Peacekeepers is unclear.

But now we know. We've been told even Peacekeepers don't set foot in the Restricted Area. But that doesn't mean that nobody goes there.

SON OF A BITCH. Peacekeepers don't go to the Restricted Area because that's Makoto's turf.

This is it. This is our homunculus lab. It has to be. That's why Makoto took us to the secret classified lab in a Restricted Area. He gave us the run-around for the sake of his power play against Yomi.

You've got intel too, huh? Lay it on me, Viv.

Oh shit. There is? Even Kurumi hasn't mentioned that, so it must be major.

Then again, Kurumi though the Restricted Area was a completely unassuming location and the last place you'd ever expect something shady to be concealed at. So it's possible this is just her poor judgment cropping up again.

That's. Horrifying, the more you think about it. Like. We're already neck-deep in corporate conspiracies, eldritch secrets, shady organizations, and homunculus research. And guess what, it turns out the town has a full-on fucking

in effect. That's. Great.

Fucking hell. This rabbit hole goes deeper and deeper.

Number One's getting on his shit. "Never give up, never surrender, I will guide us to glory, we are the ultimate detectives, we will--"

...

Oh.

Shit. Oh shit. Things are heating up now. I was expecting Number One to eventually join us, but. I guess. He's been killed in a bombing?

Fuck. We don't know that this is related to the Kanai Ward investigation but c'mon. But then. That would mean....

Makoto? He's consolidated his power and taken out his only rival. He doesn't need us anymore. Now that he is the unambiguous God-King of Kanai Ward, he could be making moves to--

MOTHERFUCKER. It wasn't a bomb but I was in the ballpark. Makoto's eliminated his business rival, and now he's eliminating his foreign threat.

I don't know why he'd bother taking us alive, though. But I'm sure we'll find out.

Traditionally, chapters 5 and 6 are where shit gets real. It feels like we've entered endgame.

Didn't do so hot with this one. Made a few mistakes. And. Well. Sephiroth Vader's attacks weren't easy to dodge.

This chapter was intense. Chapter 2 hit me a lot harder; The fact that Yakou was already dying when we killed him numbed a lot of the grief. It's hard for me to mourn him when he went out on his own terms, doing what he wanted.

Even though Yomi manipulated him, that remains true. Yakou wasn't under duress. He had weeks to weigh his options and think about it. He made his choice. I respect him for it. In a way, this feels less like Yakou being taken from us and more like shaking Yakou's hand and bidding him a fond farewell.

The mystery itself was fun to try and figure out. It was hard, complicated, and the true answer (Kung Lao hat) was a lot of fun. I enjoyed cracking the Most Locked-est Room Ever more than I enjoyed cracking the four standard Locked Rooms in Chapter 1.

This was great. Chapter 2's my fave but chapter 4's a close second. Now we're moving into chapter 5, and I'm excited to see what fresh hell Makoto has waiting for us.

I know I said "We'll fuck up Yomi today and if he sucks then we'll fuck up Makoto tomorrow" but I wasn't expecting Makoto to take that literally.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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electionfraudking · 10 months

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Kitty.

Kittykittykittykittykittykitty.

“Someone’s excited,” Showie said, smiling, as the occasional stick cracked underfoot as they walked across the forest floor.

"You have any idea how long I've been wanting a cat? Never got the chance with this body." Xigbar wrung his hands together and paused. "Not that a Chirithy is a cat, but- I mean, close enough."

“What even is a Chirithy?”

"They're Dream Eaters. Like a… Like a sort of Pokémon. Kind of. For the most part, Chirithies were used as guide figures for Keyblade wielders Back In The Day, but the early versions were more catlike than actually sentient. No idea what kind of version this one'll be, but you can usually tell just from lookin' at 'em," he explained. "You should've seen the first one he ever made. Little tiny guy."

Showie got a fond kind of look in her eye (from what he could see from under her hood). After a moment, she said, “Why’re they called dream eaters?”

"Kinda what it sounds like. Creatures of dreams. The good ones, like Chirithies, are called Spirits. The evil ones are Nightmares. Sometimes a Spirit can become a Nightmare, but it's not something that'd happen with me. Not falling into darkness anytime soon. Been fighting it this long."

She blinked like that confused her, but she didn’t ask another question on that subject. She brought her hands into her cloak and kept walking beside him.

After a moment, she asked, “Where do they come from?”

He shrugged. "Chirithies, as far as I know, can only be made by The Master. I know Sora's made a few other Spirits before, but I got nothin' on how he did it. Never really had the urge to figure it out, y'know?"

Halfway through his sentence, she’d put her hands up, “Woah woah woah what? Ba- No, I don’t know, what do you mean Sora’s made spirits?”

"Not like. The sentient kind. More of like. A living stuffed animal? Like a pet. He tried to sic a meow wow on me once. Not fun." He paused again, then snapped. "Oh, wait- There's one special case with Dream Eaters – Riku. He straight up turned into one a while back to protect Sora."

She stared at him like he’d fallen out of the sky (with a kinder look than she had when he’d actually fallen out of the sky) and sort of blinked at him, “I-” She laughed slightly, then a little more, then more. “I- I’m sorry-” She said, waving her hands a bit, “There’s so much to unpack there-”

"Trust me, I know." He flashed her a lopsided grin. "It was a lot when it was happening. Can't imagine hearing all this shit secondhand."

“I- okay, so what is a- what is a meow wow and did he send you to eeby deeby after he sic’d it on you.”

"It's not a dog. It's not a cat. It's a weird little in between. Blue little sausage creature. Bet the kid has pictures." He laughed. "And as if! I sent him to eeby deeby!" He waved a hand. "He's fine, though. Didn't hurt the kid, just made him fall deeper asleep and exposit at him a little bit."

“...Deeper… asleep? No! Wait- hold on, we’re not going down this rabbit hole until you explain the Riku thing, I’m not letting that get buried!”

"Does it help if I say those two plot points are connected?" He cracked his neck as he started explaining that juicy piece of info. "So- this whole thing is during their Mark of Mastery exam, right? They gotta go into Sleeping Worlds and unlock 'em. So technically you could say this all took place in a dream realm. But, see, we couldn't really let them just do that, so. We – meaning the True Organization, Xehanort's crew – hijacked it. Guess Riku was Subconsciously aware of it or something, so he took on Dream Eater powers to protect Sora. To be fair, he was right. We were trying to steal the kid and get him possessed." He put his hands up in surrender. "Not that I'm pullin' any shit like that now, of course. Was just doin' a job. Anyway. They end up getting further and further into the dream, on opposites sides of a sort of veil, and while Ansem was doing his best to gaslight gatekeep girlboss at Riku, Xemnas and the young version of Xehanort were luring Sora deeper into sleep. Then that's where yours truly came in.

"Once we got him where we wanted 'im, they sent me in to do a whole villain monologue at him, then knock him out even harder than he already was. Give him the inside scoop on the plans, y'know? It was actually fuckin' hilarious. The kid goes on some whole tangent about Isn't It Scary To Become Someone Else and whatnot- Because I told him about the whole heart implant thing- So I dropped the 'I'm already half Xehanort' info and he just looks at me and goes 'That's… nuts!'" – said in a bad Sora impression, – "Like? I mean fuckin' sure, kid, but that's the weirdest reaction that's ever gotten. Almost lost my cool and died laughing right then and there."

She sort of smiled in a very confused way, and said, “Um. I feel like I should be taking notes here,” she laughed slightly, “I’m gonna ask one question at a time, in order- There was a fake organization? What- only one was ‘Xehanort’s crew’? What, was the other one unauthorized? What the fuck were they doing?”

Xigbar laughed. "Nah, one of them just failed. The first one was the whole Nobody crew, run by Xemnas- The one you keep callin' a cult. The second one was run by the old man himself, and had like 12 different versions of him. There was him, his younger self, the version of him when he possessed Terra, Ansem, Xemnas, and I guess technically I count, too."

She blinked slowly, “...One final time, how is an organization in which your name is changed to have a tracking device in it and you get possessed in order to make your leader god not a cult?”

"... Well, when you spell it out like that-"

“What, with an X in the middle so he can find me?” She laughed slightly, “You know I’m right. Okay, backing up- What is a Mark of Mastery exam?”

"Just a test to see if you're ready to get the title of Keyblade Master." He waved a hand dismissively. "Not that that title means anything anymore, apparently. For a while, everyone was going around callin' Sora that- At the time, the kid barely knew how to swing the damn thing. It was ridiculous."

“Back in my day-” She said in an old man voice, waving her fist.

"Hey! I'm allowed to be a little salty that the title I spent like 15 years working towards is gettin' thrown around like that!" He huffed. Not in an actually angry way, just mildly annoyed. "My dad would agree with me here."

“Hey, speaking of-” She nodded up to a treehouse that had sprung up in the tree they’d returned to coat to several weeks prior.

In the window was a man- a man with bloodied feet and hands sitting on the ledge and swinging his legs. He wore a large smile and was grinning down at them playfully- but more like a cat watching a mouse more than anything. Showie took his hand.

“Hey now~” he called down below, “Don’t let lil ol’ me spoil your exposition soiree!”

"Oh my god, he sounds just like him." Xigbar blinked up at the guy, expression (hopefully) blank. "That's literally just him in a different font."

She whispered to him, “Top ten things I said to you a few nights ago during movie night.”

“Oooooo, you know what, I’ll take that as a compliment, Patches!” The man let out a cackle before jumping down to the floor beside them (Showie squeezed his hand). “Your dad's a lovely man- handsome fella. Great sense of humor.” He brushed off some invisible dust off of his suit, staring directly at the him. “Xigbar, right? What is that? Persian?”

"Uh… Anagram." Okay, yep. Color him weirded the fuck out.

“Ahhhhh, right right right.” He clicked his fingers together, tapping his foot. “I forgot all about the whole organization thing that your dear old dad so kindly explained to me- silly me- seeing as you were just going through it yourself.”

Showie’s hand felt clammy in his own. He subtly rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

“So where is Xigdad?” She asked, one eye on the man and one eye on the treehouse.

“AH! The Showrunner, I presume!” The man exclaimed, seeming to fully ignore the question and rather opt to do a dramatic bow before her- it was definitely a sarcastic one. “May I just say it is lovely to meet you in person! I have to say it’s bizarre making any sort of deal without it being offline, but ah! I finally get to put a face- or rather, hood to the agreement!” Another cackle.

She tilted her head down slightly in a way that Xigbar knew was just to better hide her face under the hood. “You didn’t answer my question.” She said, her voice even.

“Ohhhhhh yes, right!” He snapped back up to his full height, clapping his hands together. “My dear Maestro is still up in the treehouse making sure it’s ‘presentable’-“ he made air quotes, “poor guy really wants the place to look nice for his little sunny boy. (Honestly though it looks fine but who am I to argue with a babe like that?) wonderful job on the design by the way, you really did go the extra mile for your new adoptive padre.”

“I’m familiar with the creative arts,” she said simply. She straightened slightly, like her composure was returning.

“Well I should hope so.” The man held a hand to his chest. “Imagine being around for so long and not having any creative hobbies! Now that would be embarrassing. Especially for someone of your make.”

“Watch it, Kayne.” She snapped, “For all you know, a remark like that could be damaging. Now wouldn’t that be a tad inconvenient for you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Ah. Right.” A flash of something flashed through his eyes. Presumably annoyance. “How thoughtless of me.” He raised his hands, his smile returning, “cross my pretty little heart mademoiselle, it shan’t be happening again. I quite like this little kingdom you’ve made for yourself. Although… nrrghhhh I do miss the death rounds. They were to die for.” He dissolved into another fit of giggles.

"... The hell you mean by 'new adoptive padre'?" Xigbar asked. Yeah, he probably should've been more polite to the crazy looking entity all covered in blood, but… No.

Showie said, “Figure, kind of, I suppose is what he’s saying with that. I’d opt for different wording, but.”

"Well." Xigbar paused. "At least he likes you. … But for the record, if it came down to it-" Wait. Right. His dad's boyfriend is standing two feet away. Should probably shut up now.

“D'aw, I wouldn’t be so hard on yourself, loverboy.” Kayne leaned against Xigbar, slinging his arm around his shoulder. “Your pops adores you. Literally. On our first date he went on talking about you- might not be able to understand the feeling but it was definitely there. It was too goddamn adorable of him not for it to be engraved deep within my mind. Actually goes for the whole date. You know Maestro is a fantastic kisser?”

"OKAY. THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT. GET OFF ME." Nope. Nope. Nope. Fuck This Conversation. End it Immediately.

Showie squeezed his hand tightly. A strange kind of energy filled the area. Kayne instantly took a step back from Xigbar.

"... I think that just aged me 30 years. As if I need more gray hairs," Xigbar muttered.

“Hey there kiddo, it’s not so bad! What I wouldn’t GIVE to still be in my early 2000s and not, rrrr, late billions.”

"... Not even gonna ask."

“Annnyyyhow,” Kayne spun on his heel turning back towards the treehouse, craning his head up to look at it, “Maestro up there should be about done. I'm assuming getting up there shouldn’t be a problem with Patches’s whole space warping shenanigans.” He turned back to look at them, snapping his fingers and sticking his tongue out. “Race you~” in a flash, he was gone.

“Not yet,” Showie said quickly and quietly, then turned to him and wiped some blood off of his neck and shoulder with her sleeve. She added softly, “You okay?”

"I'm fine." He shook his head. "Could've done without a comment or two, but it's fine. I'm fine. He's just like a worse, more insane version of my dad. … Just wish I had worn black today."

Showie frowned slightly, then rested her hand on the blood on his shirt and said something under her breath. Most of the blood disappeared, though a faint stain was left behind. She squeezed his hand, “He’d better not try something like that again,” her voice was deadly serious. “I-” She scowled. “We should head up.”

"Ha, I just wish I had a punch like yours. If I could get anyone the way you got me that one time I put my arm around your waist? Forget about it. Wouldn't even NEED arrowguns." He grinned.

“You wish you had my punch and I wish I could use it.” She huffed, then brushed a final spot of blood off of his cheek. “But alas. Let’s go.”

"Alright." He held her hand where it was on his face for a moment and closed his eye. "… Love you, il mio cuore. Really fuckin' love you."

Okay. Well. No time like the present.

Just gotta shake off that whole interaction.

“Toi, aussi,” She said. “Ready?”

"No time like the present," he murmured. Taking her hand, Xigbar warped them both up into the treehouse, thankfully avoiding any furniture. Would be a bad impression to accidentally smash another coffee table. "Hey, dad."

“Heyo!” His dad waved from his spot on the couch. Kayne had made himself comfortable sprawled out over the rest of it with his head in his lap.

“Damn, do you always force the people you race to wait so long at the finish line?” Kayne rolled his eyes before biting into what looked to be… a muffin of some sort. The Master laughed, ruffling his hair and gently moving his partner’s head off his lap (to which Kayne responded with a tiny whine) and went over to his son- and warmly brought him into a hug, lifting him off his feet. Xigbar stiffened, but didn't fight it.

“Sorry about that!” The Master said, “Glad you were able to come after all. I was a bit afraid he’d scared you away.”

Kayne gasped in mock offense.

“I mean this lovingly, of course!” The Master called back to him.

"He almost did," Xigbar muttered. "Thankfully, I like you a lot more than he makes me uncomfortable."

“Awhhhh you like my companyyyyy!” The Master cooed, putting him back on the ground and pinching his cheek.

"Would you stop that-" He swatted his dad's hands away. "I'm a grown ass adult, dad."

“Excuse me, you’re NEVER too old to be safe from my fatherly love!” The Master turned to Showie, giving her a pat on the head. “It’s great to see you too, kid!”

She blinked when he patted her head, but didn’t flinch. “Feeling well?”

“Yeah we’ve been doing good! Just been introducing Kayne there to the wonderful wide world of horror film.” He gestured back to the entity who had made himself comfortable again, attention now fully captivated by the blood, guts and gore on the screen.

“Needless to say I think it’s been a good bonding experience.”

“I’ve never seen so much blood and tits since the winter of 1692.“

“Yeahhhhhhhh- he loves them.”

"Oh, shit?" Xigbar raised an eyebrow. Now this was something he could talk about. "You hit Final Destination yet? Given his whole… vibe, figure that'd be right up his alley."

“Mmmm, not yet.” The Master crossed his arms, glancing at the screen as Someone on screen quite literally got torn in two. Kayne let out a delighted fit of giggles. “You see, we have a list of movies and we’ve put them in a random number generator. So far we’ve watched Return of the Living Dead, Hereditary, Xtro, Midnight Meat Train, Susperia, Mandy, the Beyond…. uhhh there are more but those are what comes to mind.”

“You humans are so creatively sick, did you know I love your fucked up little minds? Delightful!” Kayne chirped.

"There is not a single person in this room that's actually human." Xigbar said.

“A mortal is a mortal is a human is a homunculus, kid.” Kayne waved him off, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Xigbar blinked. "... What was that last one-"

“Don’t worry about it- we’re not at that plot point yet.”

The Master cleared his throat. “SO! Xigbar, Showie, would you like to see the kitten?”

"Yes. Please. Get me out of here." Xigbar was joking. Mostly. Not really. But he said it like he was.

“AH! Right. She’s in the other room sleeping. Little thing is tuckered out from playing.” The Master ushered the two out of the living room, leaving Kayne to his own devices.

“AU REVIOR KIDDOS! See you soooon!”

There was a sigh from the Master as he closed the door to his room- that was notably tidy (as it could be for him) without a single drop of blood. It was already starting to gather various trinkets though. Things were pinned and hung from the walls. Lights of various types were strung from the ceiling. Multiple bookcases contained countless books, many of which seemed ancient.

On top of the bed curled up on a pile of mismatched comforters slept a tiny black Chirithy, little paws covering her eyes as her chest rose and fell. The Master quietly walked up to her and sat down on the bed, signaling for the other two to join him.

“Here she is! The littlest guy!”

"Holy shit- oh, she's precious." Normally, this would be… embarrassing behavior, but. What the hell. Showie's seen way worse from him before. "Just a little baby- So tiny… Doesn't even know her ABCs." Xigbar reached out one hand to the sleeping Chirithy, but stopped just short of her and pulled his hand back.

“Go on! You can pet her! She is your cat.” The Master reached out to scritch lightly behind her ear, to which she responded with a soft chirp and a purr as she leaned into it.

"She's so little, augh-" It was taking all of Xigbar’s self control to not scoop her up and squeeze her. Don't wanna scare the baby. "Little bitty baby." He reached out and scritched the top of her head. Her little eyes opened as she let out another chirp and licked his hand.

He heard a quiet, fond laugh come from Showie, who was standing somewhere just behind him.

"You need to come pet this precious little angel baby right now or I'll cry," Xigbar said to her, without taking his eye off the tiny Chirithy. It was an empty threat, of course, but still.

“Okay, okay,” she said, very softly. She walked up next to him and gently pet the Chirithy on the head with her thumb. The little creature at first responded to it in confusion but soon enough she was purring and nuzzling into her as well.

“Looks like you’re both a hit with her!” The Master chuckled.

"I'm a father, now, actually-" Okay. Yep. No longer able to resist the urge to pick her up. He scooped up the Chirithy (so tiny, she fit in one hand!) and held her close to his chest. "I would die for her. I would die for her."

The Master blinked- his body language seemed unreadable before he let out a warm laugh. “I see! Better start calling myself a grandfather then, eh?” He nudged Xigbar gently.

Xigbar was silent for a moment, just looking at the Chirithy. "... I thought they only came in gray," He said, looking up at the Master. "Never seen a black one before."

“Well, I figured I’d mix it up a bit. Why not experiment with giving them new colors, fur lengths, you know.” The Master circled his hand. “It just adds some more flavor. More uniqueness.”

"This is my favorite little being in the world. Sorry Doll, you've been demoted," Xigbar joked. "But come on, look at this little face. Can you blame me?"

After a moment of no response, he glanced up at her. She was staring at the Chirithy, eyes kind of starry. After another moment, she looked up at him and said, “What?”

"Are you okay?" He gave her a lopsided grin, one eyebrow raised. "You look like you're on a whole other planet."

“I’m fine,” She said softly, reaching out hesitantly to pet the Chirithy again. This time the Chirithy reached out a tiny paw to her, chirping again.

The Master made a small squeak under his hood. “Look at that!”

“Look at that,” Showie agreed quietly.

"You wanna hold her?" Xigbar asked. Admittedly, he did NOT wanna let go, but… It's okay. It's Showie.

“It’s alright,” she said softly, petting the creature on the head with the back of one finger.

"Okay, then." Oh thank fuck okay. It would've been harder than he'd like to admit to let go. His attention turned back to the Master. "Is she going to grow, or stay like this? Like, is she going to end up being like the others? Or just like the one you had in the flask?"

Showie stopped petting for a moment, “The what?”

“Oh! The flask!” The Master leaned back. “That was my first prototype. She was really tiny. Just like it might sound, she was born in a flask.” He shrugged. “As for this one’s size, I dunno. It’s been a while since I’ve made one and I’ve changed some things up, but she’s definitely a baby.”

"She sure fuckin' is." Absolute baby. Tiny. Even with looking and talking to other people, his attention hadn't left the tiny cat in his arms. Not fully. "Teeny tiny baby. Just a little bitty kitty."

“And she’s all yours- well. Both of yours, I assume.” The Master purred. “Think of any names so far? I mean you’re welcome to just keep calling her Chirithy but that doesn’t seem your style.”

"I… Didn't think that far ahead," Xigbar admitted. "Too excited about kitty." He looked to Showie. "You got any ideas?"

She shook her head.

"... It'll come. Don't need to figure it out immediately. Forcing a name can end up… Real shitty." Some of the names he'd been stuck with were downright cringeworthy. Noble Knight… who the hell names their kid that? But, that's what he gets for picking based on appearance alone.

“Good deal.” The Master nodded and got up. “Do you want to just carry her back like that? Or do you want a little carrier for her too?”

"If I ever put her down I'll die. I'll die, dad. Perish. Fade away. Exit this mortal coil."

“We wouldn’t be wanting that.” The Master said, crossing his arms. “Then who would take care of her with Showie?”

"I…" Good fucking lord he loved this little creature. "... Thanks, dad."

“Awhhh of course.” The Master patted his shoulder. “I knew how much you’ve been talking about a cat!”

"Haven't had the chance to in over a decade. Too… Preoccupied." Yeah, that's a good way to put 'working for a guy trying to open Kingdom Hearts and end the world so he can become God and start it all over'. Sure. "... She's perfect."

“I’m glad you think that! It’s been a while since I’ve worked on a project like this. Good to know everything went well.” the Master sighed.

"No mad science lately? Really?" Well, that was a surprise. Before everything, The Master was always working on something. Like he couldn't sit still or he'd explode. "Weird."

“Well- I was busy up until now- and that Chirithy there was just a warmup to get back into the swing of things.” The Master leaned against the wall, drumming his fingers against his arm. His hood was turned ever so slightly towards a covered… well it appeared to be in the shape of a shelf in the corner of the room. “Don’t want to mess up.”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'd ask what you're making but… Looks like you wanna keep it a surprise, right?" That in itself was not surprising. He was always hiding something. Was never, as far as Xigbar knew, the type to show all his cards.

“I mean…” the Master was now bouncing his leg. “It might actually be better if I tell you now but. You need to promise to keep it a secret. At least until they’re ready.”

"You know I know how to keep my mouth shut," Xigbar said with an easy grin. After all, keeping his mouth shut was basically most of his role.

“Right.” His dad then turned his gaze to Showie and cocked his hood. “What about you? Do you wanna see?”

She nodded, seeming curious.

“Alrighty then.” The Master pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the covered object, being careful not to trip over anything. He paused before it. “Sooo… would either of you happen to remember several weeks ago when I had my little crisis on the blue website?”

Showie tilted her head slightly, nodding.

It took Xigbar a second to recall, but then it hit him. "... That's not exactly the most normal way to have a kid, but… Eh, you found me outside, so maybe that's more normal than I thought."

The Master stared at him for a few seconds and turned back to the covered object. “Well I guess not. But it would have just been awkward otherwise.” He cleared his throat. “Anyhow, this little guy has been growing for a while and they’re almost ready.” He tapped his finger against the object and it made a clinking noise. “I gotta be honest, it’s been hard to contain my excitement.” His voice certainly expressed that as well. Xigbar was sure that if he could have seen his dad’s eyes, they would have been dilated like a cat’s.

"Well, now I gotta see." Admittedly, he was also excited. But, clearly, nowhere near the same level as his dad.

Mostly, he figured, the excitement was just from being in the loop without having to claw for answers.

“Just a fair warning-“ the Master grabbed the blanket covering the machine, “they might be a little confusing to look at but they shouldn’t cause any mental anguish.” Slowly, he pulled the blanket off the tube revealing a tiny being about the size of a water bottle covered in wings floating in a blue liquid. It seemed almost fairy like in appearance- with only a small portion of her face showing a closed eye and a tiny mouth with two little fangs sticking out. There was also a long feathery tail bobbing peacefully in the vat. It was- surprisingly cute.

The Master crouched down to the level of the tiny creature and gave it a tiny wave. “Hello there Riri!” He spoke in a soft voice. “Look at you- you’re coming along so well!”

Huh.

Look at that.

Xigbar gently set the Chirithy back down on the bed so he could go look at the creature in the tank. "... Riri?" He asked. Surprisingly uncomplicated name by The Master's standards. He couldn't place a connection to it like he could with himself and the Foretellers.

“Caritas,” his dad clarified, still looking at them. “But we kinda started calling them Riri one day and the nickname just stuck.”

There it is.

"You really have a theme goin', huh?" Something hit him. Xigbar paused for a second. Snickered. Then full-on burst out laughing. "You seriously named your kids lust and love?!"

“A h.” The Master coughed. “It wasn’t on purpose, but I guess I did.”

"Holy fucking shit, that's hysterical. Oh my god. Maybe I do need to start goin' by Luxu again!" He cackled.

“IT'S A GOOD NAME!” The Master whisper-yelled. “They both are!”

"Still hilarious." Xigbar wiped a tear from his eye. Oh, that was good. He needed a laugh like that. "Cannot believe you accidentally made the names match like that. Holy shit. You do see how funny that is, right?"

The Master let out a frustrated sigh. “We can discuss that later! You’re ignoring the most important topic at hand which is your little baby sibling. Look at them!”

Wait.

Fuck.

"... Baby… sibling." The words left his mouth in barely a whisper. Almost a breath. Xigbar looked at the sleeping form inside the tank, suddenly quiet. The closest he'd had to a younger sibling before was Ava (he didn't quite see Gula like that), but this… This was an actual, real sibling. Not someone he'd inevitably have to be at odds with because of his role.

The Master scooted to the side to allow Xigbar to get a better view. Their feathers were shimmery- iridescent. Tiny closed eyes were on a few of the wings. Their tiny face twitched and a little squeak came from the tube. Were they already dreaming?

“They should probably be ready within the next week or two.” His dad explained, “Then you can properly meet them.”

"I'm excited," Xigbar mumbled softly. After a second he looked back at his dad, expression a hell of a lot more normal. "Gotta say, it does feel kinda weird to be getting a baby sibling when I'm in my mid 50s." Well. 2000s, but who's counting?

“Fair point, but hey-“ the Master looked over at him, “you two are still much closer in age than you are to me.”

"Right, I forgot. You're beyond a fossil. Straight up crude oil." He grinned. "Old man."

“Wow, I give you a cat and show you a sneak peek at your new sibling and you’re mean to me! Your ol’ pops!”

"Yeah, keyword old." He gently poked The Master with his elbow. What did his dad expect? He's always been a sassy little shit.

“But the oil???” The Master whined, “you could have chosen something more flattering.”

"Oh, sorry. Coal." There was a shit eating grin plastered on Xigbar's face now, one he was sure mirrored the one his dad had on occasion. After all, he had to have gotten it somewhere.

“What if I started crying? What then?”

"You won't. I know you too well." He put one hand on his hip. "Where do you think I got this from, huh?"

“What? Your hips? That’s weird. Also impossible, since we’re not blood related and that’s a different body."

Xigbar rolled his eye and flashed Showie a 'see what I mean?' look. "Sure, dad. Whatever you say. You know I mean the sass."

“Well-“ the Master turned to look back at Riri, “whatever. I’m too excited to stay disappointed at the moment.”

"You know what? I'll take it." He grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. A thought hit him. "You two are gonna need, like… baby stuff. Like uh… I dunno… a switchblade? I don't know. I don't know what you get for kids."

“They’re gonna have to wait until they’re a bit older for the switchblade, unfortunately. But yeah, you’re right.” The Master sighed. “I’ve been making a list, but I haven't actually gotten anything for them yet. Except for some blankets… I’ve also been sewing her a little cozy cloak.”

"Yeah? You still goin' with the whole animal theme with this one, or are you just stickin' them in a baby size coat?" Xigbar tilted his head. Who knew, maybe this kid would be a biter, too. That's why he was stuck in the coat when he was younger, at least.

“I’m going to try an animal theme- but I’ll be going for a bit of a different pattern for this one.” The Master moved from a crouching position to a sitting one. “Gotta make sure it’s comfy for a little angel.”

"Just don't stick her in any light colors. Pretty sure that boyfriend of yours would ruin 'em." Yeah, not his only concern there, but it's the easiest one to voice.

“So you’re worried about him, then.” The Master’s voice was low. “Don’t worry. I’ll be putting them in dark clothes. But I have a feeling that that isn’t your only concern, right?”

"Eh, it's the most prevalent at the moment. He stained my shirt right before we got up here." He shrugged. “Made me wish I'd worn black today."

The Master gave a small chuckle. “Yeah, I should have warned you about that.” He leaned back, “but I understand any other concerns. Kayne and I have already talked about everything. I greatly believe that he’ll be safe around her and pose no threat to her.” His hood shifted towards Showie. “I trust him.”

She dipped her head slightly.

"Eh, alright. Believe it or not, I trust your judgment." It was true, Xigbar did trust The Master on just about everything. After all, where would he be if he didn't? He would be dead so many times over by now.

“Good… I appreciate it.” The Master nodded at Xigbar. “Just believe me when I say that things are going to be okay. I’ve… seen things and they’re good.”

"You'd know more than I would when it comes to that kind of thing." Xigbar tilted his head for a second. He cracked a grin. "Guessing you still won't give me any details, right? Paradoxes and all that?"

“Mmmm, you’d be correct.” The Master purred, “though I really do see wonderful things for all of us in this room.”

Showie shifted slightly under her cloak.

"... Huh." He didn't say anything beyond that. That's not to say he didn't like the thought of that; quite the opposite, actually. It was just weird to hear. Things were actually looking up for him.

“That surprising to you?” His dad asked.

"It's just different hearing it out loud, I guess. It's one thing to know things are the best they've been in a long ass time, another thing to hear they're going to stay this good." Xigbar resisted the urge to look at Showie.

“Well- life always comes with its ups and downs.” The Master hummed, “but it generally will be this good, yes.”

Another shift from Showie.

"... You okay, Doll?" Xigbar glanced over at her. If she was getting fidgety, something was up.

“I’m fine.”

"Alright." He knew she was lying, but if she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't make her. Especially not here.

The Master made another humming noise as he got to his feet. Quietly, he turned back to the little Chirithy that was sleeping once again and picked her up. “If you’re not feeling well, you can leave. I won’t take any offense to that.”

She shook her head slightly, smiling a little, “I’m good.”

“Well- okay if you insist.” The Master sat back down on the left side of the bed.

Xigbar crouched back down. He leaned over the bed, crossing his arms under his head and just watching the tiny sleeping Chirithy. Watching her dream. He adored this little creature.

“Speaking of items for the baby-“ the Master gestured to the Chirithy, “we have toys and food bowls for her already that I can give to you.” He picked up a little plush mouse that was sitting by one of the pillows and handed it to Xigbar.

"Shit, really?" He blinked. "Thanks, dad. Wait. Do Chirithies even eat?" Come to think of it, he's never seen a Dream Eater eat anything, not even a dream. Weird. Then how the hell did Meow Wows get so rotund.

“I mean… they don’t have to. Just like entities don’t have to.” The Master explained. “It just feels nice.”

Xigbar fell silent again for a moment, watching the Chirithy.

"... Chrysanthemum. Crysys."

Tiny, tiny laugh from Showie.

“Pffffttt yep, that sounds about right for you.” The Master laughed. “She’s only a little Crysys.”

"Badass name for a tiny ass kicker." He reached out and scratched her between the ears. "She deserves it."

“I would say so.” The Master said, “although she’s a sleepy asskicker at the moment.”

"Of course she's sleepy, she's just a little baby. Takes a lot of energy to be so small," Xigbar said matter-of-factly. He reached out again and very gently ran his thumb over the stripes on the top of her head.

“I suppose you would know,” the Master said, playfully teasing.

"As if. Sorry we can't all be almost 7 feet tall," Xigbar scoffed jokingly. "I'm better than I used to be. Not 5'2 anymore."

“Yeah you were pretty pocket sized.” The Master hummed, “you were even smaller when I found you if you could believe it.”

"Okay, what?" Xigbar looked at him incredulously. "No fuckin' way I was that small. Pics or it didn't happen."

“Not smaller than Crysys, I meant smaller than 5’2” I was making a joke-“

"... Oh." Well, that's embarrassing. Recover! "It's hard to tell with you sometimes." Good enough.

“Really?” The Master purred, amusement in his voice, “even after alllll this time? Maybe I should feel offended!”

"You've met you, yeah?" Xigbar rolled his eye playfully. "That line is constantly blurring."

“Awhhh I think you’re overexaggerating!”

"Again, you've met you, yeah?" Absolutely Not Exaggerating.

“Yes and I’m lovely to be around.”

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dad," Xigbar chuckled. He looked back at Crysys. Her little paw twitched- tiny dreamer.

“For your information I don’t need help sleeping- especially not these days.” The Master gestured vaguely, “but hey thanks.”

"Please, please do not elaborate. I already had to hear way more than I wanted to from that one." Xigbar jabbed his thumb at the door. He really did not need to hear anything else related to his dad's sex life, thanks.

“I. Meant about the bed.” The master pointed down at it. “I’ve been sleeping in a tree and on the ground for the past month. Get your brain out of the gutter!”

"Blame your boyfriend. He's the one that started saying way too much." Well. At least that was less gross than he'd expected.

“Kayne, my dearly beloved Kayne?” His Dad dramatically gasped, “why I would never blame him, well- unless it’s carnage related.”

"Dude needs a comment moderator- Pretty sure he gave me more gray hair than I already have."

“I don’t see how he’s much worse than me? He’s just silly.” The Master traced a heart shape with his fingers in the air, “And cute!”

"And way too damn touchy feely with someone he just met."

"Scared the shit out of me," Showie said quietly.

The Master turned to Showie, his body language seeming sympathetic, “well-“ his voice was soft, “he doesn’t interact with mortals nearly as much as I do. At least not for social reasons, anyway. Can’t be too hard on him here. I can talk with him a little though, if you’d like.”

She dipped her head slightly, "If convenient."

"Couldn't hurt. He made a real bad first impression, but I'm willin' to be civil if he can keep his hands to himself. And cool it with the TMI." It was so hard not to swear.

The Master held up his hands in surrender, “alright, alright, I’ll pass it on.”

"Okay." He was reluctant at best to give Kayne another chance, but. Well, he trusted The Master's judgment. If he said the guy was all right, well… Guess he couldn't suck too hard. "I can work with that."

The Master gave a sigh of relief and put a hand on Xigbar’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you. It means a lot that you’re doing this for me. After all-” He released his shoulder and motioned to himself, “it’s pretty uncommon for your old man to find romance these days, you know.”

"Trust me, I feel you there." What he had with Showie was a once in a lifetime type deal. Granted, he'd lived through a ton of lifetimes, but still. He hadn't found someone he could be in an actual relationship with in a long, long time.

“Ah- looks like it’s a good thing we came in uninvited then.” His dad joked.

Showie let out a single, tired sounding laugh.

"At least in my case, it's more like it's a good thing I decided to offer to work for her. We'd probably still be at each other's throats otherwise." Xigbar didn't mention the attempted murder for once. As funny as he found it, bringing it up seemed to make Showie uncomfortable, and she looked uncomfortable enough.

“Good thing I was thrown in some pits then too. Never thought I’d say that but it is why I met Kayne. I think it’s worth the pain and trouble.”

"Really? Would've figured you two met… Eh, I dunno. Not from you gettin' thrown into pits."

“Well.” The Master leaned back against the backboard of his bed, “I went in the woods to get cleaned up- from you know. The blood and syrup and itching powder and he walked up out of nowhere and offered me assistance. Talk about a meet-cute!”

"Riiiight." Maybe at some point he'd tell The Master about the story behind him and Showie. Granted, that one was way longer.

Just then, there was a knock from behind and the sound of the door creaking open- and then. Kayne. In an instant, he had made his way past Xigbar and was in the Master’s lap. Showie grabbed Xigbar's hand.

“Now, my dear, are you really going to go into the details about how we met? Without me?” Kayne gasped in mock offense. “My dear Maestro, I’m wounded!”

The Master chuckled, “didn’t want to interrupt your movie time.”

“NONSENSE! Really, you take more priority than a silly string of pictures!”

He felt Showie squeeze his hand slightly.

"Right. So. Should probably get little asskicker here home." Gotta go about this politely. Stay civil, Xigbar. "If I let her sleep much longer I doubt I'll have the heart to wake her up."

“Awh, leaving so soon?” Kayne said, leaning against the Master and messing with his hair under his hood, “Should I be offended?”

“Well,” the Master spoke up, “it is getting late and they still have everything to set up with Crysys, you know.”

Kayne burst out into laughter (surprisingly not waking up the kitten. Maybe she was used to it.) “they named her CRYSYS!!! HOLY SHIT!!! THATS FANTASTIC”

The Master nodded, “short for Chrysanthemum.”

“THAT-“ Kayne turned to Xigbar, “that is wonderful, wordplay my friend. Almost ashamed I didn’t come up with it myself.”

“You’ve just been calling her the Fearithy.” The Master chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. The most fearsome tiny, adorable baby." Xigbar shook his head and scooped Crysy back up into his arms. So little. So sleepy. Just a baby.

“Well, she certainly tries to be, so just a warning there kid.” Kayne snapped at him. “Don’t let her around gardettos… or bacon… or honestly really any savory food unless you want to see her try to chew your fingers off.”

“Oh… yeah.” The master hummed, “I forgot about that. Yeah, what he said.”

"... Noted." Okay, yeah, that's terrifying. Doesn't change his opinion on this sweet little angel, though. "Push comes to shove… I dunno- ceiling time out?"

“No one said parenthood would be easy, you know.” His dad said fondly, “you tried biting my fingers off if I remember correctly.”

"I tried biting a lot of people's fingers off. Mostly Aced, but still."

“If I wasn’t wearing gloves all the time, I’m pretty sure you would have scarred me.”

“Mmmm baby violence.” Kayne nodded, “always fun.”

"You know, for once you actually said something I agree with," Xigbar said, tilting his head. He glanced down at Crysys, and then over at Showie. "Should still probably get back before she wakes up. Easier to carry her if she's not squirmy."

“Yeah I get cha.” His dad stretched, before sitting up a bit more and patting Kayne’s head before moving him off of his lap (causing Kayne to whine softly) to give Xigbar a warm hug. He pulled Showie into it as well. “Get home well you crazy kids.”

"Thanks, dad." He looked down at Crysis again. So sleepy. "Really, I mean it."

Showie dipped her head.

“Of course! Of course!” The Master gave a content sigh and quickly gave his son a tiny kiss on the top of his head- followed by a ruffle to his hair, messing it up just by a little. “Alright, don’t let me keep ya.”

"Alright. See you later, then." He grinned. "Don't think you're getting out of teaching me that one piano piece, dad. It's happening."

And with that, he warped himself and Showie (and, of course, Crysys,) back to the apartment. Easier than walking all the way back. Especially with a little baby.

#lore post

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caralara · 1 year

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Thanks for the chimp post. I'm new here and there's a lot of things I'm still trying to figure out.

I became a Louis fan after OomS release (so really, really new fan here) and I don't really vibe with Harry's music so there's a lot of things I don't get. I think I can consider myself a Larrie because in the end those explanations make a lot of more sense (even among the weird too forced patterns) than the public ones. When you discard the rest, the one left must be the truth even it seems impossible right?

I started researching after Louis' interviews in the States because I remember frowning at all the ass tattoo comments he said with "when you meet someone new". If he had a gf why say that? Now we see he was seeding the break up.

And that kind of weird comments like bread crumbs is what is making me side-eye the bbg narrative (leaving aside that it doesn't even make any sense anything that happened 7 years ago). But focusing on now, it was a bit too much and forced in those interviews (I remember thinking ok, you have a kid, why mention him every day. Does the American public has a weird need of knowing singer's families like they seem to do with politicians?). So yeah, there's something going on. It feels that way for me, even lacking a lot of information on what happened before. It's just weird. We'll see sooner or later I think.

(I do hope I made sense. I wrote this in the morning before my coffee and English is my second language)

hi anon :) do not worry at all about your English, you made perfect sense and I couldn’t even tell! (Even if I could, doesn’t matter :))

This is really interesting to me!! I am really curious about how your journey into the fandom went / goes. To me it was the other way round, I first discovered my love for Harry’s music and was a bit skeptical about Louis. I must laugh at the thought of “oh he’s in love with that one?! Oof ok I guess…” bc I of course I googled Louis after accidentally falling down a bbg rabbit hole while looking for Kiwi’s meaning online and found all the photos of him looking really rough around 2017/2018… now thinking about it I must laugh because I think he’s the most gorgeous man out there and am 100% irrevocably in love with that man and his music gives me so so much. Both of them, actually, in very different ways.

But yeah. Joining that fandom with common sense and critical thinking skills quickly leads you to becoming a larrie haha.

If you have any more questions or need resources if you want to dig deeper on certain topics let me know!

And - welcome to the fandom!!! I hope You’re enjoying your time here.

#anon #babygate #bbg #welcome!!!!#hope you’re also going to experience Louis live because that’s just a whole new level

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Hi.

I wanna ask you about like studying physics

I ahve trouble organizing my thoughts so I'm so very sorry about the way I phrase my questions.

Ok so basically what happens with physics oh and I'm uni now idk if you studied physics on your own or in school or whatever.

Ok so let's say I start studying. The problem is like I do wanna understand things on a deeper level. And like I can do that I'm not stupid but I'm not a genius either. Like it can take a bit of time for me to understand new concepts (understand the way I want it to not jjst surface level) but when I do get it, I'm really really good at it and I can make connections between things that seem unrelated, It also helps that I'm good w large pattern thinking.

The issue is this ~method~ takes a long ass time and like let's say I'm supposed to be focusing on angular momentum, I end up reading up on electromagnetism because somethinf related came up or whatever.

I have suuuuuch a hard time just like telling my brain. Hey stop because we can do this later. So what happens is I fall behind, I end up doing things last minute and I don't get good enough grades. I mean I get good grades but I know I can do soooo much better.

So sorry about this rambling I just wanted to give you context.

I don't even know how to pinpoint my own problems I guess my question would be is it worth it to not understand things deeply like 100%(idk if that makes sense lol) just to not fall behind?

I've studied physics at university btw,

But I don't think I get what you mean by "understanding deeply" - university courses in my country are heavily math based regardless, and I've heard that in the US can be quite different.

I think of three things:

- In intelligence we say that having more information doesn't lead to a better understanding of the situation, it can lead only to an unmanageable amount of information and a slight increase in confidence. When you feel the need to "go deeper", ask yourself: is this actually going to improve my understanding (am I able to solve problems with the information I have or not?). Fortunately is something you can check!

- Mind mapping can be a great tool for you! Mastering this technique will, most likely, reduce the amount of information you need. You can use paper, specific mind mapping software(I never found one i like btw), or things like Obsidian/Logseq to make the connection between subjects visible and such.

- there are two ways to understand if you... Understood. The first one is "take someone that doesn't know anything about physics and explain it to them". The second is... Solve related problems.

You're not wasting time btw.

I would prioritise my grades if possible and maybe use my free time (clearly you love the subject) to go down the rabbit hole reasonably. You can also "split" like 75/25 of your time between studying and rabbit hole, so you don't end up neglecting home work but still can have satisfaction.

I've the same problem with my job - the information I want to know is not necessarily aligned to the information I need to know, and I can't have both, there is just too much for me to know.

I hope this makes sense! It has been a lot since I went to university. But I'm glad someone loves physics as much as I do.

#studying #physics #ada.txt

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By all that's holy, if you don't want me following you, just block me. Soft blocking can be and usually is ableist.

Don't like it? I don't care. You want to use a double edged sword to 'protect' yourself, go for it. But any guilt you have about it is on you.

I go into more detail on why it's ableist here.

For anyone not wanting to click the link, the essay is below the cut.

Note: I was much more active on Twitter the years ago when I wrote this.

Soft-blocking can be ableist, so what?

ON FEBRUARY 15, 2018 BY Kaija Rayne, updated Dec 29, 2023

I get in so much trouble for this idea. I have people who unfollow me because they tell me I’m being harmful by pointing out that soft-blocking can be ableist.

I have people arguing with me because it’s ‘just what people do’ and no more harmful than ghosting someone in real life.

Spoiler, ghosting someone in real life (unless, obviously and I shouldn’t even have to say it they’re an ACTUAL danger to you) is ALSO HARMFUL, and hurtful too.

Soft blocking can be ableist. I feel it’s actually INHERENTLY ableist simply because it fits the definition of an action which not everyone is going to be able to understand.

If everyone isn’t able then the action that causes harm is inherently ableist.

It really, really is. Whether we like it or want to admit it or not. Whether it’s your favorite choice of ‘protecting yourself’ or not.

It’s harmful, it’s ableist.

Some definitions and terminologies. I’m writing about this phenomenon on Twitter, since that’s the place I’ve seen it most. I'm posting it here because I suspect someone of soft-blocking me.

A follow, on social media is where you click ‘follow’ and you’re able to see that person’s tweets.

An unfollow means you click unfollow so you don’t have to look at the posts anymore.

A ‘mutual’ is a mutual follower, someone who you follow and they follow you back.

A block is where you click ‘block’ and the person you have blocked can no longer see your posts.

First… Soft blocking is the ACTION of hitting the block button on Twitter/Tumblr/Other social media with a mutual or someone who has followed you because you don’t want them following you/seeing your posts.

OR you want them to unfollow you without it being a stink about it.

There are as many reasons in the world to soft-block someone as there are people. SOME few people have reasons that deal with self-protection.

People should ALWAYS protect their mental, physical and emotional health. That is an absolute iron-clad rule. If y’all twist my words as meaning anything other than the ACTUAL words I’m putting on the page, that’s on you.

Oh, and that’s harmful.

Sometimes the methods you use (to protect yourself) harm others. There is really no way of getting around that. It is a fact when it comes to dealing with intersectionally marginalized people. It's just like veganisim actually sheds just as much blood as factory farms (rodents, wild predators, etc.) Farming, especially monoculture farming as is practiced in the west now, isn't bloodless. It can't be.

Second. I think I need to discuss what ableism is.

The simple definition is that it’s discrimination in favor of able-bodied people.

It gets a lot fuzzier when you’re dealing with intersectionally marginalized people, including disabled people.

The deeper definition of ableism is this:

Ableism is the discrimination or prejudice against people who have disabilities. Ableism can take the form of ideas and assumptions, stereotypes, attitudes and practices, physical barriers in the environment, or larger scale oppression. It is oftentimes unintentional and most people are completely unaware of the impact of their words or actions.

Shall we dive even deeper?

We could. We could add on the ideas of privilege to that. Who has more power? Then even deeper, who has more PERCEIVED power.

Have we gone down the rabbit hole yet?

Let me state this unequivocally. Soft-block to your heart’s content. It’s your space, do whatever you want with it. You SHOULD curate your space as you want/need to.

We all should.

Which includes me. When someone I KNOW knows that I have a problem with soft-blocking, AND they do it anyway I’m well within my rights to block and not do business with that person.

For me, that means I won’t read or review their books. I won't buy or reblog their art, I won’t buy their books.

Now, the reason I HAVE to do that is self-care. If they KNOW I have a problem (because it harms me) with that action, then they do it anyway, I CANNOT trust them.

So I’m sure as hell not doing business with them.

I block and blacklist. People don’t like that, but guess what? It’s my space. I make the rules. If that gets me a rep of being a bitch? I can live with that.

You don’t like my rules of treating people decently and trying your best not to harm others in your words and actions?

Of apologizing and owning your shit when you fuck up?

Of respecting boundaries?

I’m not someone you want to work with.

So. Soft-blocking is curating your space as you need to.

I’m not telling you not to do it.

I am saying it’s inherently ableist to do it, if you’re neurotypical or abled. It's likely selfish, if not completely ableist if you're not.

An argument could be made that it’s ableist of me to share how badly it fucks with my head.

To be soft-blocked, I mean. And man, it really really fucks with my head. I'm far from alone on that.

The argument for me being ableist by sharing how badly it messes my head up is that guilt comes into play. By sharing how badly it upsets me, I could (perhaps) technically be putting pressure on people not to soft-block.

I really don’t care if you use a harmful tool to protect yourself. You do you. Your guilt is the price you have to pay for that. I guess that’s too honest for most people though. That's me, pointer outer of uncomfortable truths.

Your guilt is not my problem. It’s not on me (the one being harmed) by your action to absolve you of your guilt.

Hence, it’s a long stretch to call me sharing my feelings and educated opinion on the realities of soft-blocking and the damage it can and has done ableist. I don't buy it at all.

But it could be. A skilled debater or manipulator can make someone absolutely certain the sky is green with purple polka-dots.

The only thing that makes it not ableist for me to do that is that it’s also a self-defense mechanism against ableist harm. It’s selfish, but it’s not ableist in that scenario.

Life is not, much as many people would love to think it is, a black and white construct of right vs wrong.

For me soft-blocking is wrong. It causes far more harm than it could ever ease.

For others, it’s a no big deal, it’s an ‘I just don’t want to confront this person enough to tell them I don’t want to follow them anymore.’

For others, soft-blocking is a self-protective mechanism IN ITSELF. They feel safer soft-blocking than they do just unfollowing.

(I don’t pretend to understand that, the safest way to not see people’s tweets and to signal you want nothing to do with them is to either unfollow or block them. Period.)

Now. The reason I’m talking about soft-blocking and sharing my reactions is because it can cause PTSD trigger episodes. (For the love of all the gods, triggered does not mean uncomfortable or upset. It's a specific mental illness term.)

The number of responses I get to this subject anytime I talk about it, saying something along the lines of ‘that happens to me too!’ mean I’m by far and away not the only one this practice is affecting badly.

Harmfully.

If someone is soft-blocking as an act of ‘fuck you for saying it’s ableist’ (I’ve had this happen a lot) it’s kinda obvious what the motivation is, you know? You wanna take your ball home and never play again, too?

It happens most from people who are on the younger side, FWIW. I guess I can’t hold it against them. Their brains aren’t done growing yet. (Seriously, medical fact, your brain isn’t mature as far as action/repercussions/risk assessment until you’re around 25, go ahead and look it up if you want. It’s why your car insurance is higher than mine.)

So what about what I said earlier? What about privilege? How does that play in?

I look white (I’m not, but I sure do look it) so I automatically have more privilege than anyone who is visibly not-white.

But when both people look white, that privilege is removed.

I’m unemployed, (I work for myself, and make very little money) so anyone who is employed or gets a regular disability payment is automatically more privileged than I am.

If you’re healthy, have a good income, if you own your home vs rent, there are SO many socioeconomic and anthropological factors that can go into your actual level of privilege that it pays, I think, to be cautious in how you act/react and what actions you use to protect yourself.

In the age of ‘me too’ and allegations of sexual assault being everywhere, soft-blocking is a viable self-protection tool for many. But like any tool, it can be misused and that particular tool has really sharp edges that can hurt both the wielder and the one it’s wielded against.

(I’m a sexual assault survivor, so I can almost see why it would work for people. I don’t quite, though. There's still that whole, it's safer to block them thing.)

I’m trying to educate on the results of a harmful behavior that has and does cause damage to people. Including me.

I still don’t agree with people insisting that soft-blocking is harmless. Because it just isn’t.

An anecdote from my own life. If you’ve been following my blog for a while you may recognize it.

Last October (2018, I think?) I was repeatedly soft-blocked by someone I had more privilege than.

I did NOT understand I was being soft-blocked. I didn’t even know it was possible. I wasn’t able to understand why someone would do something that (seems silly to me) when blocking is much more effective.

Let me explain something, Twitter is a really weird place for me. It has followed people for me in the past, and unfollowed people who have sworn they didn’t soft-block me. I’ve had people tell me it’s blocked people for them, people they NEVER would have blocked.

It goes pear-shaped ALL THE TIME. So how is someone supposed to know if they are being soft-blocked? Tumblr is broken so often it's an in-community joke.

The problem that happened occurred because this person DID NOT want me to follow them, but they didn’t block me. We had mutuals in common so I would often see their name and I really liked what they had to say. I admired their bravery.

In my naivety, I wanted (because I do have more followers) to boost their voice and opinion.

So I’d see a tweet that I liked a lot, I’d boost it, then realize that (I thought, because I didn’t at the time understand soft-blocking) my follow had dropped because of Twitter weirdness.

I clicked refollow at least three times before I dim-wittedly clued in (that whole, I was NOT able to tell I was being soft-blocked thing) that it was intentional.

I’ve owned up and apologized for my perceived mistakes there, and for my actual ones. But do you see that if that person had said to ANY of our mutuals to drop a word in my ear that “Hey, you’re making X uncomfy with the refollows” I would have stopped and NOT caused the problems it did? If they’d just blocked me, all the pain could’ve been avoided. Including my pain at not understanding what was happening, and my pain at having caused harm because I didn’t get it.

Instead, the person chose to use soft-blocking instead of communication or blocking.

How did that ACTUALLY help?

It didn’t. It harmed. It harmed me, and I inadvertently harmed THEM because I did NOT understand I was being soft-blocked. I was, at that point in time, UNABLE to understand it. Making it an ableist act.

For what it’s worth, I now understand it when it happens. I absolutely do NOT like it because it messes with my perception of reality, but I DO understand what is probably happening.

How many people out there don’t, though? Who are you hurting when you use this methodology? Is it worth it? (In some cases it absolutely will be, but you need to ask yourself that question.)

I’m not the only one this affects. There are so many people that don’t even know you CAN soft-block. Much less that people use it so flagrantly and without regard to the harm they are most definitely doing with it.

So what about power? Someone with more followers than me has more power. Someone with more money, a better job, better connections, they all have more power than me.

Someone who can work a traditional job vs having to work from home is also in a position of more power, or someone who gets a regular income in any form. They all have more power than me. So we need to be aware of our level of ACTUAL power as well when it comes to our actions.

But all of these things (and probably more that I can’t think of) play a part in the interconnected strands of how people interact with one another on Twitter and other social media outlets.

ALL of these things are things that make soft-blocking ableist if you have MORE power, and selfish, perhaps, if you have the same amount or less.

So what. So it’s selfish. Big whoop. There aren’t any Twitter/Tumblr police. Obviously, or we wouldn’t have any Nazis.

So you feel guilty about using a double-edged sword to protect yourself, one that can and does hurt people.

Big whoop. Again, your price to pay. If the cost is worth it to you, fine. Do it.

If it isn’t, then don’t, just unfollow or block instead.

If it’s ME you’re dealing with? I guarantee you that I will react better to a straight up unfollow or block than I will to you soft-blocking me and making me doubt.

Because to me, and many people LIKE me. That’s exactly what that does.

It’s a minor form of gaslighting.

Intent does not excuse the harm you cause.

It’s my intent to educate about the damage of soft-blocking. I’ve been told I’m hurting people by pointing this out.

I can’t pretend to really understand how it DOES. But I trust that people are telling me the truth that it hurts.

I’m sorry for that.

Truth often does hurt? It’s the precursor to growth and awareness.

Me pointing out that soft-blocking harms others is no different than whoever first noticed and pointed out that we needed ramps for disabled people to access public buildings.

I’ve been wondering the past day if those people, the ones who fought for that kind of accessibility, have gotten as much flack and push back and accusations as I have about this issue.

Probably. But progress is never made by being silent.

I could go on with this and try to unpack how it’s less ableist for another disabled person to soft-block another disabled person, because if it’s done out of self-protection, at least there’s a justifiable reason for the harm they’re inflicting.

But again, intent and reasoning doesn’t change the harm they’ve done. Intent never excuses harm.

For any of my mutuals? Straight up unfollow me.

I unfollow for unfollow. You unfollow me, I unfollow you, always. Period. And that’s really the end of it. I will absolutely block you if I figure out that you've soft blocked me. Because it harms me.

I don’t follow many ‘real people’ on Twitter, at the time I’m writing this I have 515 accounts that I follow. More than half of those are images/news/weather etc accounts.

They aren’t people I talk to. I follow 4 people who don’t follow me back (they’re all authors, FWIW, some of my favourites.)

Everyone does social media in the way that best works for them.

If people don’t like the way I do things. They are well within their rights to not have anything to do with me.

Just like I’m well within my rights to do what I need to do to protect myself.

Which includes blocking people I’ve figured out have soft-blocked me.

Like it or not, the action harms me (and a lot of other people) by making us question our minds/memories/thoughts/etc.

That’s why it’s ableist and should be used with care, if at all.

#soft blocking #ableism #ableist

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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HI hi, I hope you had a good day today. I've been really enjoying the kinktober so much. Even though I don't know or stan all the guys I've ended up being dragged into their respective group and it's been a lot so thank you for that or curse you for that I don't know XD. Also, you are a good writer and i think it's normal to improve and you improved really well. Oh, I forgot to say I'm the "new anon" who made the two in one Lee Soohyuk requests last week (you know the supernatural monster one). I just saw that you aren't doing anymore requests does this mean that you won't be receiving any request from this day on or won't be doing anymore requests in general? I also wanted to ask which of your writings is your favorite(s) or which of your own Fics would you recommend? I hope you are enjoying the spooky season have you done anything halloweeny yet or are doing anything in preparation for Halloween day, like costume, decoration or an event?

Hello, hi! Thank you, I hope you've had a good day as well! ♡ (Also just a heads up, I'm really talkative today and I didn't know? Lol, sorry for the long answer anyway!)

I'm happy to hear that! Honestly I didn't expect I'd actually manage to write all of the prompts (I mean I still have a couple more to write lol) so I'm really surprised. And you're welcome~ just fall deeper into the rabbit hole haha. There's no such thing as liking too many groups.

Aah!! You have no idea how glad I am to hear that!! Tbh I'm kind of getting to a point where I don't cringe that much when I'm sometimes re-reading some of my fics so I guess I must've improved a little lol. And as for the requests, it just means that I'm not really receiving new requests for now since I want to focus on writing those already in my inbox as well as some of my ideas that I'm working on. Somehow I have too many fics in various stages of being finished right now and it's starting to make me feel a little overwhelmed since I'm not used to working on more than one thing haha.

Oh! Interesting question, let's see... Well, now that I'm thinking about it, I guess my favorite writings that I've written are actually fics that are not currently posted anywhere lmao. They're two comfort fics, one with Dazai from the BSD anime and the other is with Michael Langdon from AHS season 8, and they're honestly about the only fics that I've written couple years ago that I'm not embarrassed by? I also wrote some Alice In Borderland fics that I really like I guess? And I'm also sort of proud of my Junhui fic I've recently written, and I enjoyed writing it so much, and the same goes for my Hwiyoung fic/drabble collection, so those I'd recommend probably.

Honestly, I'll probably just watch the Nightmare Before Christmas, maybe read some scary short stories, I'm not too good with scary stuff and have like two friends haha. What about you, anon? I hope you're enjoying the spooky scary season as well!

And if you've read this far, I feel like you deserve some compensation for dealing with my ramblings lol. Unfortunately, I have nothing to offer but a little teaser for one of the Lee Soohyuk requests, so yeah~

And thank you for messaging me again! I'm happy to hear from you ♡

#sorry again for the long answer lmao #i don't know how this happened #💌.leelee anon #💌 non nons~

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

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bluecookies02 · 4 years

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Dabi x Reader- cûm soaked silk

Summary: You're the league's relatively new addition, during a fight Dabi saves you, immediately catching your attention and clouding your mind. Eventually after a row of success the league organizes a party and Dabi comes over so the two of you can prepare.

Warnings: cum play, creampies ,throatfucking, light alcohol consumption, pinning, panties theft.

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Here you are once again waking up at 2 in the afternoon. With a quick stretch and desperate grasp for consciousness, you feel the familiar pain of a long night spent gathering supplies and fighting the trash that calls themselves heroes.

Thankfully, it was a night full of victories for the LOV so the pride you feel is stronger than the strain on your tired body. In everything you remember from last night, one moment sticks out so clear that you can't help but blush and let a smile escape the corner of your lips.

"A little danger looks good on you."

That was the most Dabi had said to you since you joined the League. A small-time hero aimed their quirk at you and your heavily scarred teammate was quick to throw you against the nearest wall, his body covering yours. There was nothing but anger in your heart and a lust for blood painted on your face until your eyes met his stunning blues.

All it took was those few words from his all too calm voice and that lazy, lustful look from his heavy-lidded eyes...you were hooked. With a final stretch, you tried to shake him from your mind.

Freshly showered and with coffee in hand, you grabbed your phone off of the nightstand. You skimmed your missed messages to get an idea of the day ahead of you. Nothing unusual. Some blood-soaked selfies from Toga, early morning ramblings from Twice, a short but thoughtful message from Kurogiri thanking you for your efforts last night, and a lackluster message from your boss inviting you to attend a gathering at the LOV hideout for a few drinks and to officially welcome you into the fold.

Well, at least you had something besides a mission to look forward to. You'd been wound so tight for months doing everything you could to help the league and uphold Stain's ideals. You needed tonight. Besides, he might be there. Before you had the chance to shame yourself for letting him back into your thoughts, your phone rang. An unknown number.

You got out a sleepy, half-hearted, "Hello," before you heard it. That honey-coated voice that caused a chill to run the length of your spine before his warmth washed over you.

"I see our crusty leader is throwing you a party. That's quite a surprise. So when are we going?"

Like always, he was so matter of fact. So sure of himself and set in his intentions. As much as his words made you want to melt into the floor, he said a little danger looked good on you, right? Fine. Then you would live dangerously.

You caught your breath before meeting his cool tone with your own subtlely beckoning statement. "Why don't you come over and we'll discuss it over a drink? If you've got my number, I'm sure getting my address should be just as easy for you." He let out a chuckle, wicked and low.

"See you in an hour dollface."

With that, you both hung up. Your heart was going to implode. What had you gotten yourself into? You bit your lip and smiled. It took no time for you to pick out the perfect outfit. No worn-out villain clothes tonight. No. This called for something exceptional.

A little black dress, some thigh high stockings, and the perfect lace lined lingerie would get you more than just a passing glance from the stapled stud you had set your sights on. As you laid the outfit neatly on the edge of your bed, it hit you. "Shit." Your alcohol-fueled stress relief had left your house completely dry. Whatever.

Fashionably late with a bottle in hand seemed better than facing this man without a little liquid courage. A quick text and you were out the door. "Heading out for a bit. Give me 30. Let yourself in and get comfortable."

Getting your address was simple. He was a man on a mission and after last night, he had a hunger. Saving you was the first thing on his mind during yesterday's battle. You were reckless and he could relate to you. A woman with convictions was his weakness. In a world full of fake meaning, your passion was as fiery as his quirk and he wanted more. Needed more of you.

The thoughts that crossed his mind after pinning you to that wall were less than noble. He wanted to feel you, to sink his teeth into your soft flesh. God he hoped you were a fighter behind closed doors too. Maybe he could overpower you.

He wondered if you knew how much you had him worked up and if you were just as desperate for a release as he was. Before he knew it, he was at your front door. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

"Get comfortable? Alright, doll. Let's see what you're all about."

He was surprised upon entering your apartment.

"Pretty classy place for such a reckless fighter. What are you hiding in here, little miss?"

He was eager to get to know you better. He couldn't simply flop onto the couch and kick his feet up. He knew you were more than a simple yet dedicated member of the league. You had dirty little secrets somewhere and he was out to find them. A few unlabeled pill bottles in the bathroom, empty champagne bottles in the kitchen...nothing too out of the normal considering your line of work.

When he finally made his way into your room, it was as well put together as the rest of your flat. He sifted through your nightstands and found...nothing. He let out a little sigh of defeat and sat next to a small pile of clothes on the bed. Running his hands under your pillows in a last ditch effort, he finally found something.

"So you are a naughty girl. You don't disappoint after all."

His wicked smirk was a sight to see as he held your toy in his hand. He had seen these before in a questionable marketplace. So he knew two things for sure; you had taste and he wanted you even more now. He'll make you forget you even own that little toy.

He was praying that this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to your kinks. He made a mental note and tucked the vibrator back under your pillow.

He moved his attention to the outfit you had delicately placed across the mattress. If that was what you were planning to wear tonight then you knew exactly what you were doing to him. He could imagine the way that tiny dress would hug your curves and tease him with glimpses of all the places of your body he wanted to devour.

The fishnets were a filthy addition and he might let you keep those on while he had his way with you someday. His thoughts continued to spiral and he could feel his growing erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

That's when he saw them. There they were. Those perfect, lacey little panties. His hunger for you hit primal levels as he grabbed your panties off the bed and tugged at the hem with his teeth. His free hand was already rubbing his aching cock through his pants as he imagined sliding those panties over and letting himself inside you.

Oh, the sweet moans you would make. How would his name sound when it rolled off your tongue as you begged for him to wreck you? He knew you wouldn't be back for another 20 minutes and he couldn't hold out any longer.

He made quick work of laying back on your bed and freeing his now rock hard cock from its clothed cage. He grabbed the black silk panties and wrapped them firmly around his base as he began pumping and stroking.

He bit his lower lip at the electric feeling taking him over. He was a man possessed and he would get his release by any means necessary. The veins along his shaft were throbbing as he thought of you all dolled up and desperate for him. He wanted to know how you would look on your knees ready and waiting for him. He could almost feel your hips gripped tightly in his hands as he imagined ruthlessly hammering every inch into you. His deviant thoughts and the feeling of your panties sliding sweetly along his length was an intoxicating combination. His other hand reached for his heavy balls, massaging them, trying his best to spoil himself for the remaining time he had.

All it took was the thought of your pussy gripping and welcoming him inside you with that black lace causing the perfect amount of friction between your swollen lips, clinging desperately for that pathetic amount of friction-... He couldn't help himself. Thick, hot ropes of cum were coating the cotton lining of your panties, his release overflowing and pulling all the way to the base of his cock.

He milked out the last few drops and watched as they soaked into the thin fabric.

Well, this would either get him kicked out of your flat or he would get the confirmation he needed that this overwhelming lust was mutual. All he knew was that he needed a drink.

With perfect timing, you returned home with a bottle in each hand just as he had placed the underwear back onto the bed and got himself situated on the couch as though nothing had happened.

Your heart almost skipped a beat. You assumed he would show up so that was no surprise. What you hadn't planned for was just how good he would look; the track lighting of your apartment showcasing him like a work of art. He looked so comfortable, so natural sprawled out on your furniture. Like he had always belonged there. This was your home but his presence filled the place. Fuck, what you would give for him to fill you instead. Before you could fall even deeper down that rabbit hole of attraction, he greeted you as only he would.

"So are you gonna pour us a drink or are those just for show?"

You felt the heat rise in your face and you could only imagine the color of your cheeks as he let his eyes work their way from the whiskey in your hands to the rest of your body. "Sure thing. Gimme a sec. And I said to get comfortable, not scuff up my table with your big dirty boots, ass." His little laugh was warm and kind despite your attitude. A few drinks, some light conversation, a couple of shared nervous laughs and glances...before you knew it, it was getting late. A nice buzz enveloped you as you excused yourself.

"Not so fast, doll. Where do you think you're going?"

The look in his eyes made you weak. You couldn't tell if it was the slow burn of the whiskey or the equally smoldering quality in his tone that made you blush. "Sorry, blue eyes. I gotta go get ready. You don't want me missing my own welcome party, do you? Behave while I go get dressed," you giggled. That laugh, innocent and a clear give away to your inebriation, was enough to cause his desire to come bubbling over.

He was one sip of whiskey past the point of being calm and he needed you. He quickly made his way behind you, grabbing your hips and leaning in to whisper in your ear...

"You should know by now, behaving is not something I do, hopefully, you can behave like a pretty little thing you are. Now let's get into that cute little room of yours and you're going to get changed. Slip out of those clothes and give me a nice show."

With those words, he gave your neck a few light kisses making sure to let his lips trail your skin before pushing you lightly towards the room. You were a warm mix of goosebumps and giggles. You were going to give this man anything he asked for, do everything that left his mouth before even finishing his sentences.

This was happening and you wondered why it hadn't happened sooner. The look in his eyes was ravenous and you were ready and willing to let him feast. The second you both made your way into the bedroom, your body was against the wall; his own body covering yours once more. This time, however, there was no battle, no rush, and the only dangerous thing in the room was the man staring you down with lust in his eyes and whiskey on his tongue.

You began unbuttoning your blouse and it was as if he couldn't pepper your skin with kisses fast enough. His lips worked every inch that was exposed as you tilted your head back and practically ripped your shirt the rest of the way off. The blouse fell behind you as Dabi's teeth lightly grazed your neck.

His left hand made its way up to the clasp on the front of your bra. He looked down unhooking it with ease as your breath hitched in your lungs. He let his lips and tongue playfully work down from your neck to your now exposed breasts. His bottom lip was about to glide over your nipple when he suddenly stopped and looked at you with that wicked half-smile.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His original intention was to make it quick but the two of you were swept away in the burning taste of cheap whiskey and overwhelming desire. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands softly glided through his hair and over his scarred cheek.

With a final soft bite to your bottom lip, he pulled away. "Is everything okay?" The aura about him had changed to something far more dominant and primal.

"I said put on a show, babe. So let's see it."

He sat back on the bed as he looked over your figure. You couldn't tell if his stare was more anticipatory or predatory but either way, you were soaked and dying for his skin against yours. You turned around and looked back at him with a dark and coy smirk before facing away.

You slid your hands down your body until they made their way to the zipper on the back of your skirt. As the small metal tab fell, Dabi bit his lip and felt something else rise up. You placed your hands on the wall above your head and spread your legs lightly.

You gave your hips a little shake and the skirt fell to the floor. Turning around to face him, you ran your thumbs across your hips and into the waistband of your panties. You teasingly lowered them barely an inch. His eyes lit up. That's when you snapped the band and let the panties back up. Slinking towards him, you placed yourself between his legs with your arms around his neck. "I think you should take these off...Don't want to have all the fun to myself."

"I thought you'd never ask, babe. But you'd look better in these. Why don't we change things up a bit?"

With that, he picked up the little black panties from the outfit laid out on your bed. You blushed. Now you were wondering what else he had seen. As you took them from his hand, you noticed something felt off about them. Your fingers slid across the slick and sticky substance that was still warm. Suddenly it hit you and felt your own temperature rise. "Dabi did you..."

"I said...put them on....go on."

His voice was deceptively calm but inside he was on a one-way track and there was no stopping him tonight. His cock was literally aching to be inside and the thrill of seeing you slide those panties on, getting you nice and coated with his cum before he had even entered you; It drove him right over the edge.You shyly slipped off your panties and began to put the others on. You stopped with them about halfway up. "Babe, I dunno. Is this really...."

"Looks like you need a little help."

Before you could blink, he had come right up to you and pulled the cum soaked panties the rest of the way up. You barely had time to catch your breath and enjoy the feeling of his lips so close to you when he began to run his fingers over your clothed slit and press his still warm fluids closer inside you. When he heard a small moan escape your lips and felt the silk against his fingers go from dampened by his own doing to soaked with your juices, he knew he had you.

He let his fingers slide past the fabric and past your folds trailing his sticky cum along them. He dipped two fingers into your cunt, pushing his cum into you, picking up the gushing out liquid each time it dared to drip out of you.

With just two minutes of that, he was throbbing and you were crying out, begging to feel him inside you, begging to get a fresh coat of cum in your greedy pussy.

"All fours, on the bed...Now."

With a firm slap to your ass, you did just as you were told. Only, he didn't get behind you like you were expecting. No. After quickly undressing himself, he stood before you hard and ready. Your jaw dropped and you were about to tell him how bad you needed it but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.

"You're gonna be a good girl and get me nice and wet before I let you feel this cock filling you up and stretching that pretty pink pussy of yours. Do you understand?''

You nodded as he moved his hand to the back of your head and the other to the base of his cock. He guided you forward and you let your tongue gingerly trace the veins of his shaft before wrapping your lips around. With every pulse of his hips, you would play with his tip and graze it with your soft tongue before taking him all the way into the back of your throat.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. A few expletives left his lips as you let out soft moans and began to drool, his length becoming a bit too much to handle. Your mouth became a sloppy mess, his cock twitching each time your throat tightened around him. He could feel himself getting warmer and dizzier, the sight of you splattering around his length, your eyes watery and your hands struggling to keep you up made it unbearable for him to hold for much longer.

You can feel the mess dripping onto the sheets as you rub your thighs together.

He slides out of your mouth with a small pop and runs his thumb across your lips glistening with spit. The look you gave each other said enough as you arched your back and he made his way behind you.

His earlier fantasy was becoming a reality as he put one hand firmly on your hip and used the other to slide his tip up and down your warm and aching lips. He let go of both just long enough to grip the sides of your panties and burn them clean off. He yanked away the remaining fabric and lined himself up with your quivering entrance.

"Is this what you want, gorgeous? Hm? Do you need it?"

"Yes! Please Dabi! Fuck! I need it.C'mon.Please." And with your final desperate cries...he did just that. His every inch slid into you just right. His cock twitched as soon as he bottomed out, his hips jerking into you out of instinct.

He was the only man you knew who could pound your pussy so ruthlessly while his hands still explored your body so sweetly. it was intoxicating, addictive. You needed more. You needed him. Despite him holding your hips down, you managed to sway your hips just right, meeting his thrusts one by one.

He watched you gasp and loose balance, dropping on your forearms as you buried your head into the cushion. He admired the way your pussy took him so well, his cock disappearing all the way in and then coming back out. He was hazed, forgetting how much time passed as he plowed in and out of you, the intoxicating rhythm putting a strain on his muscles as he couldn't have it in him to slow down.

You were a teary mess, whines and cries coming from your sore throat as you begged for him to make you cum.

With another hard slap across your ass and more praise for the way you took him so well...that was it. You couldn't take it anymore. He was pounding that spongey spot just right and his hands were sending shivers through you. You couldn't hold back anymore and he could tell. You were clenching down on him as he continued to slide in and out. He grabbed you by the waist, towering over your back as he held your body flush to his.

His pace deep and more meaningful, his cock dragging along your velvety walls that were squeezing him of every drop he had left. The feeling of him throbbing as his warm cum painted your insides white threw you over the edge, your legs shaking as he continued with small ruts into your shivering cunt.

You were breathless, smiling, and spent. To your surprise, so was he. His blue eyes half lidded and his breathing ragged.

He carefully slid out of you and you both fell back into the mattress. After taking a moment to appreciate his sweat sheened body you sheepily asked, "Soooo...about the party...?"

"Yeah, yeah. It was great, wasn't it? Now shut up and come here," he said teasingly, welcoming you into his arms.

You're not sure when you fell asleep with your head on his chest or how you ended up with this man in your bed but you were happy to sleep in that day, your body already hooked on the warmth of his embrace, begging for it to not be just for this one night.

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So that was a wild ride, the backstory about this one is kinda long but i'll keep it as short as possible.

One day this lady jumped into my dm's (a few moths ago) requesting a Dabi x Reader x Overhaul fic.

Hovewer I didn't exactly get to it yet, but we continued talking throughout the months, her mentioning how she would love to start writing but was too scared of messing something up.

So we came up with a rough idea about dabi jerking off in the reader's panties and it went uphill from there!! Drafts and drafts, massages and thirsts we collabed on this and ended up with this little 4k word thing. So taking all of this into consideration, if you liked this spicy fic go give a follow to @issamomma the mentioned lady and a wonderful woman and now my dear friend.

Like,comment and reblog with ideas you might want the two us to collab on again. Hope you loved it and enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed writing it.

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Hello! I forgot to tell you how I loved dating Johnson hcs that I requested. Thank you for writing it! I love how you write him. He has such chill and confident vibes which comforts my timid and fearful soul lol I was wondering if I could request comfort hcs for Johnson with an insecure gn!reader. By that I mean very insecure, like in everything. Hope the request isn't too "angsty". I'll try to come up with something more light next time.

Also, I'm the one that requested Murdoc hcs with plus size reader. I love David and I'm happy you write for so many of his characters! I might send some requests for other characters as well in the future. Hope you don't mind. I just love your writing! 💙

Johnson x Insecure!GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hello there! Aw, I'm so happy you do!!! You're more than welcome, and thank you so much for the feedback! :D Gosh, yes, of course! Thank you for the request, I'm more than happy to write that, it's definitely not too angsty or anything, since I feel the exact same way. Hopefully my headcanons can bring you some comfort, then! <3 Oh, my! You're too kind, thank you so much!!! David is absolutely fantastic and his characters are all so interesting, I love writing for them and adding more to my list as I go deeper down the rabbit-hole. So, I welcome each and every request you have with open arms, I can't possibly mind it! Thank you again. <3 :) <3 Now, I'll stop talking and hope you like what I've done with your request!

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Insecurities; Self Worth Issues; Comfort; Fluff.

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Due to your insecurities you tend to be rather quiet and so at first Johnson thinks you're reserved like him, keeping in the background and only talking when necessary or if you feel like it; but since he's also so observant he soon notices that it's nothing like that at all.

In the beginning, he attempts to give you some nudges to stop overthinking everything and instead focus on nothing but the moment; but he soon finds that telling you that "you think too much" and should "quit it" might have only made it worse; same with telling you to stop apologising for everything.

Thus, he sits down with you someday and talks to you about it, because he wants to understand you better and he would like to help you feel less insecure, so he counts on you to give him directions, after having already messed up, instead of continuing to assume to know what you need.

Of course you don't open up immediately; especially since you struggle to put into words why you're like this or what could help you - After all, if you had known that, you would have already changed it.

Nonetheless, he listens to you patiently and lays a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance as you stumble your way through an explanation - And as a reward, he softly kisses your forehead, as well as your cheeks and lips.

Thanks to this talk, he is able to put all the pieces together by viewing your interactions with him and the others in retrospect and picking out details that help him to establish ways to support you and hopefully build up some of your confidence.

Eventually, Johnson ends up keeping his arm around your waist or shoulders at pretty much all times, and he often whispers little reassurances in your ear only for you to hear, such as silent support and even guidance through gestures and facial expressions.

Even if it takes a long time for you to gain an ounce of self-confidence, he notices early on that his mere physical presence and assurances help to keep you at ease, and that alone is enough for him.

He only wants you to be the best version of yourself, but what he wants even more than that is for you to be happy and calm; especially around him, Matty and Ethan.

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