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evie-sturns · 2 months

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ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: matts been so busy with his filming schedule, that when he comes home you're basically begging for his touch for almost an hour, he finally gives in.

contains: smut, fingering, needy reader, softdom!Matt, swearing, small argument, crying.

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matt and I have been dating for almost a year, and in the past few months, he's been so busy to the point where I've just been hanging out at his house during the day, today is one of those days. I've been touch-deprived bed rotting in Matt's room.

the front door unlocks with a bang from downstairs, i sit up in matts bed, the blankets slowly falling off my chest. "matt!?" i call out, rubbing my face.

"hey baby", matt says while walking into the room, his voice is low and croaky. he doesnt even look my way as he slumps down on his desk chair.

he throws on his headphones, instantly starting to edit the Wednesday video.

"for fucks sake." i groan quietly, throwing my head back down into the pillows.

"matt." i whine, he looks over his shoulder at me "mm?" he says, his long fingers resting on the keyboard.

"i need you.." i say, maintaining eye contact with him.

he nods, turning back around to his computer, starting to edit again.

its not even been 10 minutes before my mouth is opening again.

"matthew."

"sweetheart what is it."he says, pulling his headphones off and spinning his chair back around to face the bed.

i pout my lips, "please come here, you can edit tommorow."

"i told you it'll be a while, i know your upset but this is very important." he says in a tone that reminds me of my childhood, hes acting like my dad.

"so more important than me then hm?" i roll my eyes.

"don't be silly." he replies.

45 minutes later

11:29pm

i've been laying in matts sheet for almost an hour while hes been editing, hes stopped replying to me everytime i say his name now.

i let out a dramatic sigh, which of course matt pays no attention to.

"for fucks sake matt!" i raise my voice, sitting up in bed.

"what. literally what." he says, slamming his headphones down into the desk.

"look, should i even be here? should i even be with you? you've quite literally payed no attention to me for like 3 months?! am i just a fuck toy now or what."

his eyes widen "oh please." he scoffs in disbelief, he head shaking in shock.

i stay silent, i need to have a proper conversation with him for once.

he powers off his computer before standing up abrubtly. he almost stomps over to the bed before laying down next to me. "happy?" he asks, his voice monotone.

"no, im fucking not matt." i say, my voice breaking followed by a sob.

i see matts head snap round to look at me, his eyes squinting.

"are you crying- shit.. wait."

i hide my face in my hands while matt sits up, he lets out a shaky breath.

"oh fuck no please don't cry" he says, placing a hand on the side of my face. "look at me, look at me y/n." matt says sternly.

i slowly peel my hands away from my face, tears now streaming down my cheeks. matts face is painted with guilt and concern.

"sit up." he says, which i do.

he grabs both sides of my face

"i love you so fucking much, you know that." matt says softly, staring into my eyes.

i shake my head "i'm not sure i know that anymore." i sniff.

matts jaw drops slightly, a silence filling the room.

"no, no nope. please don't ever say that." he starts.

"i am insanely grateful for you, work has been piling up like crazy and i know, i know i haven't had time for other people but once i get my yesterday's problem launched everything will be calm."

i hear the front door open from downstairs, chris and nicks chatter getting louder as they walk upstairs, but matt doesn't even bat an eye as he keeps rambling on.

"you're my favorite person ever, and i know i've been a proper dick these past weeks, but tommorow i have a day off, and if you would want we could go out, or-.. just lay here the whole day i really dont mind."

i wipe my eyes, leaning foward and grabbing matts jaw, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

we both pull away to catch our breath "can i do anything for you right now? to make you feel better.." matt says gentley, playing with my hair.

i nod, "just one thing.."

he nods, "yeah?" he smiles sweetly at me.

"i don't wanna say itt.." i say, my cheeks turning red

he lets out a small laugh, “it can’t be that bad"

i grab his hand, rings decorating his pinky finger, his pointer and his thumb.

i push down all of his fingers execpt for two, the ring finger and middle finger.

matt nods understandingly “yeah?”

“yeah..” i say back.

“you’ve got to tell me with your words gorgeous.”

“i need your fingers.” i reply

“where do you need them?” he teases back.

“in.. me?”

“there you go.” matt says, a smile spread across his face.

i lay back down in the sheets, peeling my shirt off my body. matt lays down too, “can you lay on your side for me?” he says, which i do.

he turns onto his side aswell, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards his body, my bare back pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt covering his torso.

he spoons me as his hand, which is decorated in rings, snakes round to the waist band of my pyjama shorts.

i feel his chest rise and fall against my back as his hand slowly pulls down the shorts to my knees.

matt traces random shapes up the inside of my thigh, slowly getting towards where i need him most.

a pathetic moan escapes my mouth as the cold metal of his ring grazes past my hole.

i haven’t been touched in so long that the smallest touch is embarrassingly driving me crazy.

“please.” i groan out, earning a small chuckle from matt into the back of my hair.

i look down at matts hand, which is resting on my pelvic bone.

"matt please-" i start but he cuts me off "i know, can you be nice and quiet for me? chris and nick are across the hall."

i nod "yes- yeah" i instantly reply.

his two fingers dip down to my clit, he rubs it slowly, barely applying pressure.

his elbow rests on my hip as his fingers pick up the pace, i feel matts breaths from behind me as i reverse back into him more, my back and ass fully pressed against matts chest and crotch.

i feel one of his fingers push against my entrance before he presses fully inside of me, his long finger filling me up. "fuck.." i say softly.

the feeling from matt ive been craving all day is turning me into a moaning mess.

he quickly adds his second finger, curling both of them inside of me. i grip the bedsheets in front of me as he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

i slam a hand over my mouth as i feel the knot in my stomach build up.

the fact i have to be quiet is making this 10 times hotter due to the fact matt usually lets me be as loud as i need to be, which is always loud.

"god 'feel so good around my fingers." matt says, his voice hoarse from behind me.

that'll do it

the knot in my stomach snaps, my hand thats on my mouth falls down into the mattress, gripping the sheets, "fuck matt oh my god!" i scream out, clenching around his fingers.

i feel matts breaths hitch against my back, he instantly pulls his fingers out of me and covers my mouth. "shh, shush" he laughs slightly.

i catch my breath slowly as matts hands keep on my mouth.

i roll over onto my back, matts still laying on his side.

"gross" i smile, "oh shit- yeah." matt says, taking the hand which was just inside me off my mouth.

i cuddle up next to him "thank you" i whisper as i pull up the blankets.

"no- no thank you for forgiving me" he says, rubbing my arms softly.

my eyelids feel heavy, somehow tired after doing nothing all day. matts tense underneath me, i assume hes just mad at himself about earlier but then the realization hits me that hes just fingered me for a few minutes without getting anything back.

"matt" i say, sitting up and pulling the blankets down. "what?" matt says, running a hand through his hair.

i point to his sweatpants, that have a very obvious tent.

"you're hard! why didn't you tell me i could've helped?" i say, reaching for his waistband.

matt grabs my wrist, stopping me "no- no its okay, i don't want you to have to do anything for me after i've been shitty to you."

"thats gotta hurt matt cmon, its okay." i laugh slightly, resisting matts grip on my wrist.

"no, no go to sleep sweetheart it'll go away in like 5 minutes." he says with a smile, pulling the blanket back up over us and playing with my hair.

i sigh "are you sure, i dont mind helping-" he cuts me off "im sure, get some rest."

10 minutes later.

i sit up in bed after hearing the bathroom door slam shut. matts no longer next to me.

my eyebrows scrunch as i stand up out of bed, stumbling over to the bedroom door and opening it.

i walk down the corrider to nicks room, i open it to find him fast asleep with chris on their beanbag.

i shut their door, walking over to the bathroom door.

i slowly push it open to find matt standing over the toilet, his eyes shut and head thrown back as he repetedy runs his ringed hand up and down his length quickly.

"oh-"

matts eyes open and his head swings round to look at me "what are you doing!" he says, frantically pulling up his sweatpants.

"im sorry im sorry!" i say, slamming the bathroom door shut.

i hear the water run before matt walks out of the bathroom only a few seconds later, his cheeks are a deep red and he has small droplets of sweat on his forehead.

he smiles at me awkwardly but i instantly grab his shoulders and spin him round.

"matthew go finish up in there, you've been hard for almost half an hour."

"o-okay yep thank you." he replies instantly, speed-walking back into the bathroom eagerly, slamming the door shut behind him.

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#nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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i love your works and your toxic könig so much 😭 for some reason in my head könig was always like a puppy in love even outside of aus but i like to imagine him like this sometimes.

basically if he feels abandoned bc you were busy with something else (literally taking a shower for like 10 minutes or not looking at him while he was talking) he will start crying and needs you to kiss him a bunch of times and tell him he's your favourite boy baby husband man boyfriend sweetheart for like an hour lol. he literally can't stand it if he can't touch you or talk to you for long periods of time (let's say the reader is a civilian and könig often has missions he has to leave for). he literally goes insane and keeps rereading those screenshots of loving messages from you he has an entire folder on his phone for, literally he convinced himself that you've already left him for someone else and is now going to be crying himself to sleep.

when he does return he's literally scared, so it feels like you attached him to yourself physically and that's why he never leaves your side. always holding hands, könig always being there even if your have to move around the house a lot or do the most mundane tasks even if he himself has chores or things he needs to do. kind of creepy bc he's just silent but feels like he'll die if you disappear from his line of sight for more than two seconds.

even aside from that listening to you talk fondly of someone, anyone really: a friend (if he lets you have them), a random cashier (if he wasn't there with you to talk to them instead of you), a relative (if he even allows you to talk to your family) he's so!!! like hurt and upset and goes quiet for long periods of time.

like eyes red from crying, nose stuffed and he's like "i'm fine nothing is wrong" then goes back to crying somewhere more private.

and this kind of behaviour makes sex kind of uncomfortable Sometimes. he often needs you to repeat that you're his, only his, you can't look away from him, you HAVE to be holding his hand when he fucks you but somehow it's a 50/50 when it comes to power dynamics.

either he manhandles you and shows you that he's the only man, the only person you could ever need or love and that he won't ever let you leave him; or he's completely subby, like "please hold my face and kiss me while you're riding me for as long as you want, i'm only yours and i wanna show that" kind of way.

i am insane basically thank you for coming to my ted talk.

This was one of the best Ted talks I've ever been to! I loved every word, every second of it!! 🥳🥹 My god, I want more... I need me some encore now.

I love subby König, holy Christ. And tbh... what's beneath the toxic, crazy killing machine König is someone who is horribly, and I mean HORRIBLY love-deprived and touch-starved and super duper insecure. Which means there's bound to be some subby behavior leaking through toxic König too!

König would so need to have you on his sights at all times. And when he's working, it's annoying because... he loves his work but now he's just thinking about you. What are you doing at this very moment..? Have you talked to someone today? A friend, a colleague, a family member? A stranger??

Do you sleep ok without him (because he doesn't, he just tosses and turns in his bunk/cot/the ground all night when you're not there), and why haven't you sent a text today? He's gonna call you as soon as he gets somewhere more private.

The longer the mission lasts, the more sullen and broody he gets. After a few days, he kills his enemies with a thousand yard stare only because they're basically what's between him and his squeeze.

And yes he has to touch you like a thousand times a day or just watch your every move when he finally gets home. If you're in the bathroom too long he comes to knock on the door and ask if everything's alright (you ran there to have a moment's peace from this big cuddly behemoth who looks at you with that creepy batless obsessive stare... frankly it's disturbing)

And oh my god stop – holding hands during sex? Oh my god. Imagine him bordering on being rough (because he's *missed* you goddammit 👿) while wanting to entwine your fingers together✨️. Toxic König is a huge romantic, even if the "romantic" things he does are a bit... questionable. And he wouldn't shut up during the first round after he got home!

"Say that you missed me,"

"Tell me you're mine... Say it. Now,"

"You're always teasing me,"

would be some of the things he'd say during pounding you to his heart's content. (And you wouldn't even know how you've "teased" him this time... Like... He's the one who left for a week long mission...? 🤨)

After sex he would be so much gentler, but no less demanding and whiny. He needs so much validation and gets odd and grumpy if you don't give him some. If you'd try to domme him though, he would become even more unbearable (being a sub is this man's secret fantasy but he doesn't even know it himself).

#answered #könig headcanons #yandere könig #sub könig #i love him #in all forms #könig x reader

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bored-trans-lesbian · 3 months

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The Ratgrinders are also heroes

TL;DR This is a silly post

So, I like the analysis about how beyond just the "Exp vs Milestone" rivalry the bad kids and ratgrinders represent, this conflict is also one of heroics vs. the mundane, and not in a "heroes are just better than normal people" mindset. I've seen it pointed out how *unfair* it is for partys like the bad kids or the seven who repeatedly travel Spyre for adventures for schoolwork, while the ratgrinders have coasted on risk-free simple actions. I've seen the irony pointed out that Kipperlilly's entire platform is built on "equality and fairness under the rules" despite essentially finding loopholes within the rules (like finding the rogue teacher, or only putting in combat experince on the most technical level, risk-free, ect)... this is all very good. I want to agree. But I reccenty had a thought, and I realized that in fact, the twist coming, is that the ratgrinders are, in fact, genuine heroes and doing the academy a *great* service. We know the details and yet, we were too blinded by our bad kids bias to see the truth! In today's TED talk I will be explaining why the ratgrinders are keeping all of Elmville safe. We want to be mad at these guys, grrr. All they do is kill low-level monsters like rats and they keep up? Well, wait a minute. They do this how, again? Rats aren't worth much exp. They keep it up 3 hours a day, each weekday, and 9 hours a day, each weekend? That's... a lot of combat, actually. Considering a round of combat typically takes about 10-20 seconds for the bad kids, and that's taking on incredible odds and serious baddies. These are just rats who after not much time at all go down in one hit. And we know the ratgrinders are getting serious exp results, they are likely at or above level 10 themselves. That means there are *enough* rats (and other weak monsters) in the woods by the school, to nececitate, and reward, for 33 hours per week, for a party of we can presume six people. *Every week* The woods is populated enough to justify 33 hours *solid* of combat, with a growingly powerful party of six. Do you know what that means? That means the woods within Elmville produce *nightmarish* amounts of rats (and other small monsters) every week, and without any of the glory or attention the bad kids get, our robust ratgrinders are rolling up their sleeves and *doing the hard work that needs doing.* What a thankless job, and here we all are mocking them for being a little obnoxious. If the bad kids defeat the ratgrinders, mark my words... within a month or two Elmville will be *flooded* with villanous vermin, feasting on the low-level citizenry and disrupting everything.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #dnd #fantasy high junior year #ratgrinders #Actually rats are pretty cute #Don't kill rats #hug them instead

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killingdove · 1 year

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Elf boys request, their morning routines. Getting out of bed, shaving, getting dressed, eating etc

ishgardian trio ➳ — 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N: hi anon!! since you didn’t specify which elf boys, i chose the ishgardian trio :) i hope you enjoy these headcanons as much as i enjoyed writing them!

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄

this little ray of sunshine is—to no one’s surprise—a morning bird. has no problem rolling out to start his day. after all the day is full of opportunities to seize!

is one to quickly dress to get it over with

never misses leg day and does his morning squats for 45 minutes

is on top of his facial grooming. sees to it that every dastardly hair is gone

gives himself a pep talk in the mirror

“alright haurche, today’s the day! the warrior of light will be here soon; be cool”

dorkily does the Haurchefant Thing (aka his emote) before leaving the restroom to devour a big hearty but nutritious breakfast

despite his (impressive) musculature, haurchefant has a huge appetite and fast metabolism

probably whistles the whole way to his office

𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋

being in such a high, significant position as he is, there is no time to waste in the mornings. is up and at em’ sometimes despite the few hours of sleep he got because he was working late into the night (…again)

usually gives a big yawn (due to his lack of sleep) as he stretches while sitting upright in bed

drags himself out to take a quick cold shower and also takes the time to meticulously shave while in the shower

always drinks his coffee; 9 out of 10 times it works and he’s now a productive member of ishgardian society

always makes sure to wear his earring as he considers it a lucky charm

takes a morning jog on the rare days it’s not snowing in foundation (and is oblivious to all the eyes that openly check his lithe, beautiful physique out) if he can’t, then he does his personal exercise regime inside

returns to his quarters or goes on to don his usual full Lord Commander Attire™️

strictly sticks to the diet lucia devised for him

power naps if he didn’t sleep well enough and time permitting (like when he finishes his morning routine early)

practices his cordial, politician mask in the mirror and makes sure it doesn’t slip as he goes about his day out in the public

𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐘𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

is another early riser. wasn’t one growing up but has grown accustomed to the ways of being one due to his rigorous training over the years

most likely grumpy because it’s 6AM and nidhogg’s fury is furying

sleeps commando so he makes sure his curtains are drawn the night prior when he gets out of bed

being the azure dragoon, his physicality had to remain in tip top shape so he lets his bloodlust for nidhogg and the dravanians motivate him to exercise

foregoes breakfast in favor of the eorzean equivalent of a protein drink typically because his schedule doesn’t permit enough time to cook (not that he can cook that well anyway unless squid is involved)

contrary to popular belief, he does shower and like aymeric, cleanly shaves during it

takes the time to care for his hair with the proper shampoo and conditioner and takes the time to brush it thoroughly when out of the shower

polishes his armor carefully before wearing it

makes sure his dried squid snacks are in his pockets before taking on the day (??? why is he like this)

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 2 years

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The Byers-Harrington Story

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Byers! Female Reader

Genre: follows the shows plot lines, but will have moments that it diverges canon.

Warnings: some cussing, there is two slurs at the very beginning (i used show dialog, i used a different word in place of f**), Lonnie being a deadbeat. should be it.

WC: 3.6K (the most I’ve ever written)

Summary: Will Byers has gone missing, so of course his family is worried and looking for him. Now what happens when one unsuspecting Byers family member gets pulled into this dungeons and dragons mystery along with an old middle school crush? Romance hopefully.

A/N: this is a female reader, i do use she/her pronouns. I’m sorry I’ll try and get better with my writing and making sure i don’t use female pronouns too much so everyone could feel as included as possible. also if you reblog this story let me know if theres anything you would like to see in future installments. I’m going to try and start writing part two hopefully this week. I also have work coming up soon so it will be a bit harder to get more installments done, but I’m trying. I’m gonna try and get season one parts done hopefully by the end of august. also yes there will be parts that are mostly focusing on the byers because this is a byers read so of course they are going to be worried about their family and stuff.

next chapter

The day your little brother went missing was when your world was thrown around like the inside of a tornado; everything was off balance, thrown around, and a disaster.

One major thing was being thrown into the strong, charming, and handsome gravitational pull of one Steve Harrington.

Oh, also monsters, a girl with telepathic powers, government conspiracies, and an alternative dimension called ‘the upside down’; but all those things become crazier later as time moves.

Your little brother Will Byers had gone missing for about 10 hours. He was only 12 years old, a tiny boy compared to many others in his grade. It’s the fall moving into winter time meaning it gets colder at night, meaning he shouldn’t be running around in the woods or something.

Your mom and you went to Chief Hopper and asked if he could help look into Will’s sudden disappearance and started to question if your dad might know anything. The thought of Will going to see your dad made you laugh inside, but you only showed your disdain for that thought with a light scoff.

“No, Lonnie wouldn’t know anything about where Will is,” your mom spoke to the Chief.

“He’s a deadbeat and doesn’t care about any of us, especially Will. Always calling him names like queer and fairy,” you spoke out.

The Chief and Joyce both turned to look at you when you spoke almost like they forgot you were in the room. Joyce just placed one of her hands on your thigh that was closest to her and rubbed her thumb back and forth while her other hand held a lit cigarette.You noticed that the Chief was still looking at you, his gaze made you shrink in on yourself a bit, remembering that you spoke out in front of adults.

“Are you saying that this could be a hate crime of some sort?”

“What?”

“Well, she said that Lonnie called him names and you said he was getting bullied at school,” the Chief replied to the both of you.

“Look Hop, I don’t know, all I know is that my baby boy is somewhere out there all by himself probably scared to death,” Joyce firmly replied.

The Chief, Hopper, leaned his elbows onto his wood desk and ran his hands over his face, stroking his beard. You could see his eyes moving back and forth between you and Joyce, watching the both of you, probably analyzing your emotions that were displayed openly to the world on your faces.

He sighed out after about a minute of silence and everyone’s breathing, “okay I’ll see what I can find.”

You both just sighed out then left the office, leaving the station and heading home. Neither you nor Jonathan wanted to go to school today, the three of you decided to search the woods surrounding your home and make a missing person poster.

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The following day Chief Hopper stopped by the house early in the morning wanting to talk with your mom again, still wanting to follow the Lonnie lead, even though all three of you knew it was a waste of time.

Jonathan made the three of you breakfast which consisted of eggs and toast, which is the usual most days. Joyce was smoking again, something the three of you (you, Jonathan, and Will) wish she would stop, but it’s a nervous habit of hers.

“What? No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay. All right,” Jonathan replied.

Joyce just stared at the plate of eggs and toast Jonathan placed in front of her, not bothering to pick up a slice of food.

“I can’t eat.”

“Mom please, just a little?” you asked of her, not wanting to watch your mom not take care of herself.

She just looked at Jonathan like you didn’t even say anything, you just sighed onto your plate.

“Listen. Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes,” she says as she checks her watch for the time.

“Yeah.”

“And I don’t want you to go alone…”

“I’ll go with him,” you spoke up around a mouth full of eggs.

Joyce and Jonathan turned their heads in your direction then they turned to look at each other, having a silent conversation between their eyes. It looked like Joyce was about to say something before Jonathan spoke up.

“Yeah that's fine, I’ll drop you off at school after.”

You just nodded your head and went back to eating, but Joyce still looked apprehensive about you going and spoke up, “no I’ll have Karen take Jonathan instead since you should be at school and I need to be here.”

“Mom-”

“Mom, it's fine.”

She looked between the both of you and just sighed and threw her hands up into an ‘alright’ gesture.

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?”

“That’s ten cents a copy mom.”

You could see Joyce starting to get more frazzled and slowly losing the loose hold of her emotions, her hands shaking as she reaches for her wallet.

“Mom,” you whispered while grabbing her hand.

Jonathan placed a hand on her shoulder, “you can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled out to both of you.

“It’s okay mom, we’ll get through this and get Will back,” you stated.

The three of you just sat in silence for a moment, your plates of cold eggs and toast not being touched by anyone. The moment was broken by the knocking on the front door bringing your attention away. Joyce got up from the table, Jonathan and yourself just a few steps behind her as she opened the door to Chief Hopper looking solemn with his hat held between his hands.

“We’ve been waiting for six hours.”

“I’m sorry I got here as soon as I could.”

“Six hours,” Joyce repeated.

“Mom, just let him tell us what they found, okay?” you spoke from just a step behind her trying to make sure she doesn’t have some type of breakdown.

Hopper sighed, “we’ve been searching all night. Went all the way to Cartersville.”

Joyce bunched her shoulders high while wringing her hands together, “and?”

“Nothing,” Hopper said quietly.

“Oh god,” Joyce cried out.

You pulled your mom into a hug for her sake, but also yours since you didn’t want to start crying at this moment.

Hopper cleared his throat, “Flo says you got a call last night.”

Joyce sniffled and replied with a “yeah” and brought him over to the burnt landline.

After a kinda tense conversation regarding the nature of the phone call, Hopper brought up Lonnie again and decided he’s gonna check him out.

“You’re wasting your time,” Joyce shouted out to a retreating Hopper.

Joyce just sighed out for probably the 30th time that day and retreated into the kitchen. You were following just behind her when you noticed Jonathan walking out the front door and closing it quietly. You furrowed your brows for a moment then decided you’ll ask him about that when you leave.

You walk up to your mom who was back to sitting at the kitchen table with another cigarette lit between her lips while she was looking at Will’s missing persons poster. Her breaths were coming out shaky every time she exhaled puffs of smoke, tears slowly making their way out of her tear ducts and gently falling down the curve of her cheeks and nose bridge. You squat down to the floor, placing your hands on her knees knowing she needed to be reminded of you and Jonathan.“Mom, everything is going to be okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh honey,” was all she got out before you engulfed her with a lung-breaking hug.

You heard Jonathan before you saw him. You pulled away from your mom and gave her a quick kiss on the crown of her head and grabbed the poster along with your school bag, heading out the front door with Jonathan just behind you. When he got into his car and started the engine was when you decided to bring up the topic.

“So what did you talk about with Hopper earlier?”

Jonathan barely moved his head in your direction at your comment, just a slight side eye. His gaze stayed focused on the road, all the way to the Xerox place. When the two of you were inside the place waiting for your stack of copied posters, you posed the question again to Jonathan and did not take silence for any type of answer.

“I’m gonna visit Lonnie after I drop you off,” was Jonathan’s curt reply to your pestering.It took you a moment to process what he just said to you because why would he be going to Lonnie’s unless “is that what you were talking to Hopper about?”

He just gave you a side eye to your question giving you information that you didn’t know “he said not to, didn’t he?”

Still no verbal answer to either question, but Jonathan doesn’t talk much anyway. Though after years of living together you were able to read his tells, side eyes and being even quieter were usual his tells for most things that he was trying to keep secret.

“Well if you’re going to Lonnie’s, I’m joining.”

That got Jonathan’s undivided attention making him whip his head so fast at your statement, it’s surprising he didn’t get whiplash. You just kept your steady gaze on his blown-out look like he saw a ghost. Jonathan was about to open his mouth, probably to tell you ‘it’s not happening, not in a million years,’ but the nice lady at the counter came back with your poster and the copies interrupting Jonathan. You thanked her with a nice smile and grabbed the stack and walked away in the direction of the exit to head to the car.

“(Y/n),” Jonathan finally spoke up when the both of you left the store.

You didn’t even turn your head, pretending to not acknowledge that he said your name, and just stood on the passenger side of the car waiting for Jonathan to open his side.

“(Y/n)-” “No Jonathan, we both know what a piece of shit Lonnie is so I’m not letting you go over there by yourself. End of discussion.”

And it was, Jonathan just sighed and got into the car to drive to the school.

When the car was parked in Jonathan’s spot you both grabbed a couple of posters and went inside. You and Jonathan both split up and would be back up by the entrance within 10 minutes. You pinned a few posters on cork boards that were mounted onto the halls and even gave a few to the office to see if they could pass them out. When you were satisfied with how many you got out you started back towards the entrance of the school when you skidded to a stop.

Jonathan was pinning a poster up and just a few feet away there they were. Tommy H., his girlfriend Carol, Nancy Wheeler, Barb Holland, and the King of Hawkins high himself Steve Harrington. All five of them just watched Jonathan behind his back, as you were walking closer you could hear a little bit of their conversation.

“I don’t think he speaks.”

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy H’s dumbass spoke up.

Your blood started to boil at the fact they were making fun of your missing brother and assumed that Jonathan killed him. You started to storm over to their little group just as you saw Steve shove Tommy with his elbow and told him to shut up. Just as you were behind them you saw Nancy walk away and over to Jonathan.You tapped Tommy H on his shoulder to draw his attention towards you and with an unsuspecting smile, you slapped him across the face. You didn’t care if you got in trouble, no one talks badly about your family.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tommy shouted while holding his cheek with one hand.

“If I hear you talk about my family like you did just now, it will be a lot worse than a slap Tommy,” and you walked away.

“Are we sure you didn’t have something to do with his disappearance?” you heard Carol shout back to your retreating figure.

“Fuck off Carol,” was all you gave back in reply.

…

“So you want to talk about what happened back at school?”

Jonathan took a quick look at you taking his eyes off the road for a second before looking back ahead, keeping a steady grip on the steering wheel, the rain being the noise draining out most of the world along with the music as it was pelting against the windshield and roof. You just kept your gaze focused outside of the window with your head leaning against the glass and your fist pushing into your cheek.You didn’t say anything back so that was the answer to Jonathan’s question. All you thought about right now was the dangerous ideas conjuring in your mind. The idea that Will would run away to Lonnie’s was absurd and you all knew that, but the thought of Lonnie doing something horrible to your little brother made you want to throw up what little food you had for breakfast. The car coming to a stop pulled you from your nightmares and brought you to the monster's house instead.

“Okay in and out, that’s it.”

You and Jonathan both looked at each other trying to gauge what the other was feeling at this moment. Probably scared, terrified of finding Will here, angry at the thought of seeing Lonnie again, but you both put those aside and nodded at each other and got out of the car.

Jonathan walked ahead of you and pounded his fist against the door, after a few seconds he banged his fist again and this time you both could faintly hear a female voice inside the house.

“Ugh, Cynthia,” you said with an eye roll.

Cynthia opened the door and just the noise of her aggressively chewing her gum was pissing you off very fast.“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, is Lonnie around?” Jonathan asked.

She just looked between the both of you, “yeah, he’s out back. What do you want?”

“To look around,” Jonathan said as he walked into the house with you following just behind. You both began to split up looking everywhere Will could possibly be hidden.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Hey!”

“We’ll be fast,” was all you replied back.

You and Jonathan looked into different rooms, closets, cupboards, anywhere shouting his name to let him know you were here. Just as you finished looking on your side of the house walking back towards Jonathan when Lonnie came out of nowhere pushing him up against the wall.

“Jonathan!” you yelled out.

Lonnie looked in your direction after hearing your cry and just gave a disgusting grin your way looking back at Jonathan, “looks like the bitch is still around.”

“Get off!” Jonathan yelled with a cry pushing Lonnie by the chest to get him away.

Lonnie just smiled and watched Jonathan like he was waiting for him to make his next move, “you’ve gotten strong. Bet she’s gotten weaker.”

He indicated the last part in your direction. You just crossed your arms over your chest, trying to give you some type of physical protection even though it would have no effect. Jonathan was the one who took most of the physical violence from Lonnie, you would take some to if Jonathan wasn’t around, but it was mostly Jonathan being everyone’s savior.

“Will someone please explain what is going on?” Cynthia spoke up from the end of the hallway just behind you.

“Jonathan, (Y/n), this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan and (Y/n), my kids”

“Yea nice to meet you Cynthia and not great to see you again Lonnie, but we have to leave.”

You moved to grab Jonathan by his denim jacket and made for the door. The small, trashed house was starting to make you feel like you couldn’t breathe, like it was slowly closing in on you, closing you off from the safe world outside keeping you trapped inside with Lonnie. When you got outside you started to walk towards Jonathan’s car, but saw that he stopped by Lonnie’s and checked the trunk. You held your breath hoping that Will wasn’t in there. Jonathan closed the trunk and turned his head towards you and shook it ‘no’ which made you release your breath.

You decided to just wait for Jonathan in the car not wanting to have any more interactions with Lonnie. As you waited in the car you could see that Jonathan and Lonnie were having some type of conversation, Jonathan slamming a missing persons poster into Lonnie’s chest, and then him walking away back to the car. Cynthia came out and grabbed onto Lonnie from behind saying something that you couldn’t give two shits about, so with a final eye roll you pulled your gaze forward just as Jonathan opened his door.

…

Yea you hated this job, but it paid okay money plus tips and you’ve only had it for five months, waiting for something better to come along. Working at Lenny’s Pizza was pretty easy, but it made you want to rip your hair out because of the customers. You’ve already called out for the past two days so you took a shift from a coworker since they had last minute plans. And just as you were finishing up with your last 15 minutes on the clock, you had to make a delivery, which luckily would be the last thing for the day so not too bad if you might say.

However when you got to the house and knocked on the front door, your night was ruined even worse after today's events. Steve Harrington opened the door and you froze into a block of ice. Of course the last delivery of your night had to be at Steve’s house, and Carol and Tommy H. were probably here too, shit.

“Byers?”

A voice snapped you out of your daze and you looked to see Steve staring at your face and then you saw the way his eyes made a quick scan of your uniform. You felt heat rush to your ears which were luckily covered by your hair and the employee hat.

Look you may not really like Steve at this point in time, but you used to have a little crush on him in middle school. He was different back then, yea he still had the Harrington charm that he uses to this day, but he was a lot nicer to everyone, he was sweet, helpful and considerate. Now because he’s in the ‘popular crowd’ he’s mostly a douchebag, though in your head you think it’s mostly because he hangs out with idiots like Carol and Tommy H. He’s also just very handsome with his well crafted hair and his gorgeous smile-

“Oh look who it is!” Carol and her annoying voice have made their way into your brain now.

You look just past Steve and see Carol standing just inside the sliding door. You couldn’t see who else was here tonight, but you for sure knew Tommy was here so you just wanted to leave.You look back to Steve to see he was still looking at you, watching you, it made a slight shiver go up your spine.

“Um, it’ll be 10.73”

Steve handed you a 20 and you didn’t know what to do for a moment when his fingers grazed your palm. You looked at the bill and then looked back at him with a sort of dumbfounded look.

“I-I don’t have change on me…”

“Keep the change, it can be your tip,” he said with a smile to his face.

You just gave a tight lipped smile back to him, said good night and headed back to the company car. You took one glance over your shoulder when you got to the drivers side and saw that Steve was still at his door looking at you. You felt your nervousness get the best of you so you rushed inside the car and left, just wanting to be home right now in bed.

When you did get home you saw your mom outside standing by her car. You dropped your bike in the grass near her car and you saw her jump at the noise.

“Mom, are you okay?” That was kinda a rhetorical question seeing as she hasn’t been okay for the past two days.

She was shaking and was just staring at the house. You turned your head in the direction of the house as well when suddenly the lights started to flicker inside.

“Mom, did you forget to pay the electric company or something?”

Still nothing, so you walked closer to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head finally turned towards you and you saw the look in her eyes. She was scared.

“What happened?” “The lights, and Will’s room, and-”

“Mom,” “And I heard this noise-”

“Mom!”

It went quiet after you shouted at her, but you needed to. She was slowly spiraling and you couldn’t have her do that, you didn’t want to constantly have to worry about her while also trying to find Will. It was too much pressure on both you and Jonathan.

“Mom, let's just go to bed, it's late,” you sighed.

She moved her eyes back to the house and you followed in her movement, seeing the lights flicker again, but you didn’t care about that right now. You just looked back at her and linked your fingers with hers and pulled her behind you as you walked to the house, back inside your haunted house.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harringing x reader #steve harrington x byers!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #reader insert #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things self inster #The Byers Harrington Story

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TCL 3x05 thoughts

The main things:

This ep starts literally immediately after last ep ended, and then takes place over 2 full days

Looks like Thony and Jorge swapped numbers at some point lol; I guess Dante got tired of being the go-between haha. But for a guy that was so concerned yesterday about Thony missing her interview, he sure seems chill about pulling her away today… only to have nothing for her but an unintentionally murdered guy and an uncomfortable fight with his sister lol. That’s a bit embarrassing for you there, Jorge! I like that he later ended the business call about Nadia’s payout to be able to answer her, and then followed through on her request to talk to Ramona on her behalf. And then she shows up at his office– did she google him or did he actually tell her where to find him??-- and tries to convince him to nullify the Amber Alert, and ngl I enjoy the fact that much of their dynamic so far is basically Thony either ordering or begging him to do something, and him being like “No” and making some mocking remark to her about it… and then later doing exactly what she asked/suggested lol. Thony (and especially the potent combination of Thony and Luca) really does have some kind of magic power over the men of this family… though Arman seemed to accept it far more quickly and eagerly than Jorge, who’s still half-heartedly trying to resist haha. But then again, the man still showed up at her court hearing and not only provided the exact thing she asked for, but he also stayed to see the outcome and her reaction?? Like I’m absolutely hearing Nadia’s words to Arman rn: “You love the way she looks at you when you do these things for her. When you are her hero”... Jorge got his first real taste of that during the last ep, and looks like he already wants more haha

Thony and Ramona are clashing more and more which is potentially going to be very problematic for Thony when they lose Arman and she is no longer shielded by her connection to him… but I guess that’s when Jorge’s growing regard for her is going to come into play, and create an interesting divide with the siblings…

Poor Thony reliving the trauma of losing Luca, only even more terrifying this time because instead of Marco (who sucked but was at least relatively safe), he could be with someone who intends to hurt him. “We’ve been down this road before” yeah in more ways than one

“You and Armando will work together, so when I’m gone…(etc)” okay this is a very odd statement for a 50-something to make??? And she later says something about bringing Arman home ‘while there’s still time’-- time for him, or her?? Like is Ramona secretly dying and that’s why she’s so determined to get Arman back, so Jorge will still have family watching over him? Surely the writers wouldn’t use a plotline like that though, not given how we lost Adan…….?

Okay let’s all pretend that we believe that a 6 year old kid, who had barely experienced the world outside his own bedroom before a few months ago, managed to navigate the streets of a major city on foot to a location that’s a 10 minute drive away, and then also somehow snuck into a large public facility undetected and didn't raise red flags as an unaccompanied kid hanging there for hours lol

Ugh so much love for the courtroom scene and the fam all giving their testimony. I love that they were all clearly ready to commit perjury if needed (eg by covering up Thony’s shady activities if asked about it) and that they also said such beautiful, heartfelt things, because god did Thony need to hear those things. After everything she has gone through, and everything that her actions to protect Luca put the rest of the family through, she’d clearly started to question (like we saw in the kitchen earlier with Fi) whether she is actually truly good– a good mother, a good family member, and a good person in general– or if she only brings pain to those around her. The forgiveness and support of her family doesn’t erase what she’s done, but it is going to be a huge part of how she moves forward and grows as a person, and I’m really looking forward to seeing more of that journey.

I also loved that the people trying to take Luca away were two crusty old guys, while Thony’s lawyer (who looked like she was trying not to cry when Thony did her big speech), and the judge, and of course Susan (who, while on the CPS side, is actually fairly impartial and in some ways shows a lot of regard for Thony, and didn’t raise an objection even though she could have) are all women. It feels like a subtle nod to the themes of both motherhood and women supporting other women in this show, and that’s really cool.

Other stuff:

Congrats to Fi for finally getting to have her own Traumatised Showering Scene haha, I think Thony has had at least 2 or 3 by this point. But I did feel for Fi and Chris that they barely even got to begin to unpack what happened to them because things were just immediately about Luca. Also ngl that music/voiceover combo right at the start with the abrupt fadeout was a bit weird lol

“Sometimes I wish I was a turtle, so I could hide in my shell” #relatable

Love the sweet JD/Fi stuff, though this dude needs to recognise his place in the family hierarchy and not make calls that aren’t his to make lol. Leave the dealing with big important stuff to the women, buddy, you’re out of your depth!

Speaking of dudes messing things up… seriously Dante? Accidentally killing the best lead your bosses have to getting their relative back? That’s embarrassingly amateurish. Unless there’s actually more going on here than we realise, and he did it deliberately to keep the guy from talking??

Ok seriously how many doors lead outside from Luca’s room?? I know it’s a converted sun-room and not a proper bedroom, but still, they should at least be locked if not also securely barricaded. Geez.

Ah the many facets of Jorge, comfortable in a homeless camp and while torturing a guy in a warehouse, but also in a courtroom and a fancy corner office, and also while kneeling in a kitchen doorway to earnestly accept a gift of a cupcake from a 5 year old lol

Thony always tells Luca she’s never going to let anything bad happen to him… but uhhh, a little too late there, don’t you think Thony? Poor kid has been through more ‘bad things’ than most adults, and most of them have happened within the last 6 months lol

Lol at Thony trying to tell the officer to drop the charges against Dante and he’s just like ‘nope’ haha. I bet she really misses her surgeon days when she could just give orders and people would follow them without question

No Nadia this week! Honestly it felt weird not to see her; it really feels like she is part of the family now, and I’m looking forward to more of her and Thony working together

Goddamn I really gotta learn Spanish.

#The Cleaning Lady #TCL recaps #TCL spoilers #The cleaning lady spoilers #ngl I liked the ep fine #but I felt weird and empty after watching it #or maybe it was more after watching next week's promo #I think I'm just not ready for the distractions of the Fi & Chris plot and the Luca plot to be over #and to have to face what happens next with Arman #sigh there's gonna be a lot of tears next week I just know it

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Fratboy Eren lures Mikasa to one of his frat parties under false pretenses. He convinces her to come over because he really needs help studying and when she shows up to his house and there is music blaring with people everywhere drunk out of their minds, she's PISSED. But Eren is just like "Great, you're here! Now can you lick this tequila off my abs please🥺"

YES !!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!

Eren isn't going to say he doesn't like frat parties. That would be wrong, immoral even, against the code.

But he is willing to admit that they do get kind of tiring after a while. So many girls, too many different names to pretend to remember, too many people touching him. After a while it just gets well... overstimulating and not in a good way.

There's girls caressing his forearms, begging him to take his shirt off, to be the canvas in which they lick tequila from, and sure, in theory it all sounds fun.

And at any other opportunity he'd jump at the chance, but today, he'd driven several hours back to school from home... without Mikasa to entertain him and supply him with home-made sandwiches. He's simply exahausted and he doesn't feel like fielding random girls from touching his dick while they lick tequila off his abs. It doesn't sound enjoyable in the least.

He just wants to lie down in his bedroom, nure his headache with ibuprofen and gatorade and fall asleep cradled in Mikasa's boobs. Is that so much to ask? "C'mon Eren, get in line it's your turn to be the shot next!" Porco goads him and Eren groans, yeah apparently it is too much to ask.

It's a long shot and honestly, unless Mikasa is nearby there's no way she'll make it in time, but he's gotta at least try.

Eren, 10:11 pm

If i buy you mcdonalds will you proofread my paper on why helen of troy is a babe?

He gets a response a minute later, ever punctual Mikasa and Eren tries his very best not to be smug, because being smug will do nothing but piss her off.

Mikasa, 10:12 pm

If it's on the disgusting sexist way that Helen was treated and how ridiculous it is that the trojan horse is more famous and discussed than her sacrafice....

After a while, Eren simply stops reading, especially when his little spitfire continues to send multiple paragraphs, there's only so much he cares about Helen. Eren, 10:15 pm

That's what it says, wanna come over?

Mikasa, 10:15 pm

Eren so help me god if your paper title is '10 Reasons Helen of Troy is A Babe' i'll kill you.

He doesn't doubt it.

Eren, 10:15 pm

Come over and you can find out.

Mikasa, 10:16 pm

I'm at the library, I don't have time. Every minute they spend arguing is a minute closer to his fate as a shot glass, he can't play her coy little games tonight as much as he loves them. So Eren does something he usually doesn't do with Mikasa, doesn't expose her too because it's a surefire way to turn her bright red and get her hot and bothered, too powerful of a tool to use against his arch nemesis. It's unfair really how well it works. Eren flirts. And shamelessly at that, lets his every thought about her bleed into his texts. Eren, 10:17 pm

You know they say Helen was the most beautiful of them all, a queen among women.

Mikasa, 10:17 pm

Ugh please don't tell me that's a quote you used in your paper.

Eren, 10:18 pm

It's not it's just the truth

but i disagree.

Mikasa, 10:18 pm

why?

Eren, 10:18 pm

becuase you exist Miki, and obviously you're the most beautiful.

that's why i need u to come over

I'm working on my paper about the queen of all women and I need my muse 🍆🍆

how am I supposed to discuss her adequately if my girl isn't here?

Is it probably the cheesiest, dumbest thing he's ever written? Yes. Does it work, hook line and sinker? Also yes.

Mikasa doesn't respond for several minutes, but by the time she does, it's with one frisky little demand.

Mikasa, 10:25 pm

where's my uber, asshole?

Eren, 10:25 pm

on the way 😇

Mikasa is supremely pissed off when she walks into a full frat house armed with books on greek tragedies and her laptop, but Eren makes it up to her.

She arrives just in time to be the one to lick the tequila from his abs

"I hate you," she whispers against his neck as she comes up for a lick of salt and Eren smiles brightly, "Queens get to mount their thrones you know Miki, so get ready, you're gonna ride me later." And boy does she ever.

AHH YES ANOTHER POORLY WRITTEN DRABBLE

#fratboy and feminist au #BACK ON MY CHEESY BULLSHIT #lys's drabbles

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Patience Is a Hard Lesson to Learn

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Summary: Gaara teaches you a much needed lesson in patience. 🖤Pairing: Gaara/Fem!Reader 🖤Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Reader-insert, Edging, Office Sex, Not Beta Read, Oneshot

Patience.

Patience was a word you were little familiar with. Simply by design you were a whirlwind in constant motion. Even your brain was moving a million miles a minute stopping thoughts before they had a chance to even complete themselves. Impulsivity could have been your middle name.

Your crimson haired lover was your polar opposite. Silent unless needed, calculating, practical and oh so very patient. You simply could not fathom how he did it. The hours-long council meetings, villager grievances, and the paperwork….oh god the mountains of paperwork.

The most focus you could provide was the five minutes you managed to contain yourself while sitting on his office couch, watching him work. For those few minutes you managed to focus on one thing, Gaara. The way his seafoam eyes scanned the papers before him, his plush lips bitten in thought. Once the features of his face were etched into your mind, you’d fantasize your plan of attack. It started with where you would begin running your hands along his pale marble skin, the kisses you’d trail along his neck, how fast you could get the buttons - and that’s where the focus was lost again.

Typically the focus would then crash right over into your impulsive side. The part of you that wanted to tackle him right in his chair would win. Depending on the day you might get a small lecture on decencies, others a simple sigh. Whichever mood he was in, it would end the same with him giving in to you with kisses and heavy petting, sometimes a step further with the door locked and your limbs intertwined on the floor or couch.

Today you found yourself as per usual eyeing him across the office room. Something had been off though - Gaara was in a particularly foul mood. You weren’t brave enough to ask why but you assumed it had something to do with the particularly large pile of papers he brought from the meeting room to his desk.

Never before had you seen such a look on his face, pure irritation. He had already snapped at you twice for your fidgeting and small talk. He’d apologized of course, but not before commanding you to sit on the couch.

“10 minutes.” He said, rubbing his fingers over his closed eyes. “Can you please give me some peace and quiet for 10 minutes before you start your usual antics.”

You nodded plopping down, lowering your eyes. This was the first time he’d ever seemed genuinely annoyed with you. “I was just trying to cheer you up.” You muttered under your breath.

“10 minutes.” He repeated, going back to the paperwork before him.

10 minutes wasn’t long to most people, but for you it could have been an eternity. Your typical 5 had already passed and you could no longer contain your pout or your fidgeting. The stationary silence was killing you, through sheer power of will you managed to make it to 7. At the 7 minute mark you decided to get a little adventurous.

Off the couch you hopped quietly making your way over to the desk. “Didn’t I tell you 10 minutes?” He asked cooly, not looking up from his papers.

“I know that! But I was close, and besides you seem like you’re having a hard day and I want to cheer you up!” You gave a beaming smile, you went to hug him but stopped. You were frozen in place by the icy look he had turned to give you. Completely unamused, unlike his usual self.

“It would cheer me up immensely if you just listened for once. How is it that you, a jonin level Shinobi do not possess the patience to wait a mere 10 minutes when asked by your Kazekage?” Gaara was standing now, looking you dead in the eyes.

You felt your cheeks sting with the burn of shame and looked down slightly. “I-I dunno, I must have missed the lesson on patience at the academy…haha?” You offer with a small laugh trying to break the tension. This was new territory, while of course anytime you weren’t alone together it went without saying you needed to respect his authority given his title, but this was the first time he mentioned it directly. You didn’t particularly care for him pulling rank in such a manner, but you figured that would be a good topic for later.

You looked back up at him, at least he looked less annoyed, more pondering like he was slowly processing your comment. He put his hand to his chin in thought before making eye contact again. “It seems so. Perhaps we’ll have a lesson in patience right now then?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, I can just come back later?” Your comment was met with his lips connecting with yours as he pulled you close to himself. While you were confused by the action, you decided you liked where this was headed and met the fervor of his kiss.

He disconnected your lips and guided you back to his desk. He cleared some papers out of the way and hoisted you onto your preferred spot, center of his desk. Your lips met again, this time his hands wandering downwards, one cupping your right breast through your top and the over running along your left leg. You moaned into his mouth, feeling that heated sensation begin to pool down below.

Gaara began to trail sloppy kisses from the corner of your mouth, along your cheek, and down your neck ending the trail with a slight nibble causing you to gasp. His hands had worked their way up and undid your bra from under your shirt. It hung loosely enough for him to grab both of your breasts and gently run his thumbs over your hardening nipples, eliciting another moan, a wet spot now beginning to form on your panties.

He took a seat back into his large office chair and rolled closer to you. Before you could ask what he was doing, he began to run his tongue along your inner thigh, nipping and biting as he went. The closer he was getting to the underneath of your skirt, the louder your gasps and moans would get with each action. You shuddered when you felt his thumb run along the wet spot and gently touch your clit through the soaked fabric.

‘Ahhh, Gaara…” You cooed his name as you arched back slightly.

The man stopped what he was doing for a moment to look you over, admiring his work and the disheveled look on you.

“How exactly…” You muttered between pants, “Is this a lesson in patience?” Another new look you’d never seen before graced his gorgeous features. ‘Was that a ..smirk?’ You thought to yourself, truly that was almost scarier than the annoyance previously portrayed.

“No worries my love, we’re getting to that.” He trailed his fingers up higher, hooking them into the waistband of your panties. You arched slightly to help him pull them down from under your skirt as he discarded them to the floor. You watched as he undid his belt and pants, his own erection springing forward. Beckoning you forward you slunk down off the desk and on to his lap, locking your lips together again. You could feel the heat of his erection on your thigh, the anticipation of what was next adding to the throbbing in your own nether regions.

Gaara guided your hips down atop him, feeling the head of is cock push its way into your slick hole made you shudder. The sensation of being stretched out as you slowly lowered all the way down elicited another moan from your lips as your eyes closed in ecstasy. You went to lift yourself back up again, but felt resistance as his hand remained on your hips, you opened your eyes to look at him as he shook his head ‘no’.

Gaara’s free hand came up to your face and rubbed a circle on your cheek. “I told you, this is going to be a lesson in patience.” He moved the chair closer so you could lean back against his desk if needed. “Now, I want you to sit right here, and don’t move for 10 minutes.”

“You’re joking right? That’s not funny Gaara.”

“I’m entirely serious.” He said with a smile. “I want you to sit right here, for 10 minutes. If you’re a good girl and do that for me, you’ll pass the lesson and I’ll reward you.”

The way he spoke the words ‘good girl’ in his deep gravelly voice already had you wanting to squirm in place, your cheeks tinting red again as you pouted. “And what happens if I fail the lesson?” “Then the timer starts over and of course there will be consequences.”

“Fine!” You huffed leaning backwards and resting against the edge of the desk. Sitting here stuffed on his cock for 10 minutes couldn’t be that bad, you figured. That was until his hands began to trail along your body again, this time untying the band of your wrap-skirt so the whole garment fell off. From there he ran his hands upwards finishing the removal of your bra and shirt as well, the cold air causing you to shudder a little.

Gaara leaned forward to kiss between your breasts before his tongue darted out to swirl around one of your air-hardened buds, and you gasped, almost jumping from where you were. “N-no fair….” you whined as you tangled your fingers into his red locks. He sucked gently on your hard nipple before popping off. “It wouldn’t be much of a lesson if it was easy, but I believe in your ability.” He stated before moving to your other breast, using his thumb to continue playing with the one he already attacked.

The sensitivity was growing too much for you and only a few minutes in you had already lost, attempting to squirm for more friction and pulling your body up slightly. You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you heard a small moan from Gaara and met his gaze.

“W-wait…that doesn’t count does it?” Gaara replied to your question by licking his thumb before rubbing it over your clitoral nub. “Ah-ah” you whimpered throwing your head back. His thumb worked diligently and ran in circles, speeding up slightly each time the pitch of your moan changed, his other hand ensuring that you stayed put firmly where you were at. Your walls fluttered around his erection, and despite how desperately you wanted to move, you were so close from his thumb alone.

Gaara knew the telltale signs of your release, the way your mouth formed a little ‘o’ shape, your stomach tightening slightly in anticipation. He knew it so well in fact, that he was able to stop all ministrations the second he knew you were almost there.

He pulled his hand back from your clit and leaned back into the chair. “10 minutes” He repeated.

Your breathing came out in pants as you tried to collect yourself, the disbelief written all over your face. Your release had been right there, so close, just a few more seconds and the heated spring coiling in your lower region would have sprung.

He waited a few moments longer for you to cool down before he began his slow and sensual assault on your body again. He knew all your secrets, which places to nip, kiss, and rub. Your body was on fire, your pussy dripping and pleading for some action. You managed to last a little longer than before, but again, you attempted to squirm without thinking, groaning at the slight friction you managed to get.

“Tsk.” He said as he edged you along, even closer to the brink of bliss before stopping again. “10 minutes, love.” He cooed the words this time as you groaned. All tension and no release was killing you.

The third round you lasted for even less time than the first two. By the fourth tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, drool slightly dribbling from your mouth and you begged for your release. “Please Gaara, I promise I’ll be more patient from now on….just let me …ah…”

He pulled your lips to his softly and spoke against them. “All you have to do is give me 10 minutes, my pretty girl.”

“I-I can’t.”

“You can, love. I know you can do it for me.”

The fourth time around you were lost in a babbling daze, taking every last shred of willpower to keep yourself seated and ignoring the desperate urge to move. It felt like an eternity had passed.

You were brought back into the moment when he stopped his movements for a moment and lifted you onto the desk again with you lying on your back looking up at him. You gave him a half lidded confused look.

‘You passed.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you. You groaned into his mouth unable to think or do anything more than enjoy the satisfying friction you had been pining for. It felt so unbelievably good, your body more sensitive than it ever had been before.

He pulled away from the kiss so he could wrap his arm around your leg to reach your now swollen bud again. He rubbed it in time with his steady thrusting, this time the heat and tension you had built up had burst forward and you silently screamed with the intensity of your orgasm as he fucked you threw it. The tightening of your walls bringing his own release as you milked every last drop from him.

Once you both had caught your breath he leaned over you again to pepper you with soft and sweet kisses. “Good job _____. I knew you could do it.” You could only nod in response as your arms were numb and legs felt like jelly, shaking of their own accord.

After tucking himself back into his pants, which now had an obvious wet spot, he gently lifted you off the desk and over to the couch to recuperate. Tucking you under the throw blanket he kept there, he stared at you lovingly, his normal gaze returning. “Are you alright my love?”

“Yes.”

“Can we consider this lesson learned?”

“Maybe..” You said stubbornly.

“Hmmm then perhaps next time we should move to 15?” The look of horror returned to your face upon hearing his words. “No! That won’t be necessary - I learned my lesson, promise!”

“Very well then. Get some rest, I’ll gather you when I’m done with my paperwork.” You nodded in agreement, closing your eyes, thankful the rest of the building had already gone home for the day. You had to admit though, that was one of the most intense experiences you’d ever had….perhaps bothering him at work again may not be the worst idea….

#gaara #gaara x reader #gaara x y/n #naruto #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #naruto shippuden #Nexys

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excessive-vampires · 8 days

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Dealing with Demons Chapter 10: Something Unnecessarily Personal Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

"So that's all you remember?" Sil asked and took a sip of her coffee. Per Avi's request we were at a cafe a few minutes' walk from the base.

They took a big gulp of their hot chocolate. They thought coffee was too bitter. Frappaccinos were an exception, but with the weather turning cold a hot drink was more appropriate and enjoyable.

The cafe wasn't busy, but it wasn't empty either, so we were sitting at the table farthest from other people to avoid being overheard. It wasn't loud and busy enough for Sil to cast a silence spell around us and have it go unnoticed so the two of them were keeping their voices low, barely above a whisper. The atmosphere was cozy, it reminded me of the diner I used to go to with Bev on special occasions. That place had the best chocolate cake I'd ever tasted at the time. In the last five years I'd found much better. Which was lucky, because the diner had closed a few years before I met Avi. Good things just don't last sometimes.

"It was dark. I don't have night vision." Their voice brought me back to the current discussion. Now was not the time to wander around in the past. "Not usually anyway."

"What?"

"I can use my power to enhance my senses at will, but I wasn't doing that at the time."

"Okay... Look, can you at least tell me if the walls were wood, concrete, or dirt?"

"I couldn't see, but..."

Smelled like rotting wood.

"They were wood, I think. Poorly maintained and smelly. The floor couldn't have been dirt at least, or I would have gotten it on my feet. I think it was concrete."

Yeah, it felt rough and uneven.

"You weren't wearing shoes?"

"I was dressed casually. I didn't have anywhere to go that day, Cliff's lucky he didn't catch me in my pajamas."

Your pajamas might have looked more professional than what we were actually wearing.

I felt their mouth try to twitch up into a smile, but they stopped it. That wouldn't be a correct response to Sil's half of the conversation.

"And you're sure it was underground?"

"There were no windows, and the air had that stale feeling of an unused basement."

"Okay. I guess now we look at all properties that have ever been associated with Mason and look for poorly maintained basements with wood walls and concrete floors." Sil sighed and took another drink of her coffee. Her shoulders slumped.

She seems tired.

"You seem tired."

"I am tired. I haven't been sleeping well. Cases aren't usually like this. Usually we observe someone for a while, figure out what they're doing, and stop them if we need to. Or we track down a monster that's left a trail we can follow. Now there's all these dead ends, and no evidence, and so many different pieces to consider, plus I have to work with—" Sil cut herself off.

"With me." Avi's mood dropped and their chest got a little tight, but they hid it well behind a smile while staring into the remains of their drink.

My opinion of Sil soured a bit in Avi's defense, not that I thought of her as friendly to begin with.

Rude.

"I'm sorry, I just mean that—"

"It's okay, I get it. I'm something of a wildcard. I don't think like a human, and I don't act like a human."

"You do. More than I expected you to at least. And trust me, you're at least much easier to work with than the fae."

Their smile got a little more genuine. Okay, so maybe Sil wasn't so bad.

"I haven't ever really dealt with the fae, they don't make deals because they don't typically plan on ever dying. But I've heard they're hard to handle."

"God, yes. I could sit here and bitch for hours about how much of a pain in the ass it is whenever we have to bring them in on a case."

Avi laughed. We'd never heard Sil curse before, I guessed she was a bit less uptight now that today's part of the mission was done.

Sil looked at them curiously. "You're... surprisingly easy to talk to. I never would have told Mike or Riley how much this case is getting to me."

"It's probably just because I'm in the loop but not really a part of the team. And maybe you should tell them, let them know how you feel."

"Maybe. But I can't. Every team needs a rock to rely on and for us that's me."

"Hmm."

"I'm gonna go get another coffee to go, then I'm gonna head back to base."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Agent Silverman."

"See you tomorrow, Avi."

Avi got up and walked out of the door to the cafe. Then they ducked into the nearest alleyway and teleported to the closest alleyway to their apartment, startling a dumpster-diving stray cat, whose meow sounded hilariously like a scolding.

"Sorry," They said to the orange tabby, and started walking.

You're getting along pretty well with the team.

"Yeah, all we need is for Mike to tell us something unnecessarily personal and we'll have the whole set."

I sent them an image of laughing. They smiled.

Seriously, I think you're finally putting down some roots, you're becoming a real part of human society, like you always wanted.

"I wouldn't call a team of monster hunters part of human society."

Well I'd call it the most fun part of human society.

It was their turn to laugh.

Then the elevator doors opened and the laugh died in their throat. Cliff Mason was attempting to break into the apartment.

He had lockpicks in his hands and was hunched over the doorknob muttering to himself. He turned around at the sound of the elevator and froze when he saw Avi.

I don't know whose anger I felt, theirs or mine, but it made no difference. This was our home.

Avi surged forward and grabbed the taller man by the throat, then teleported us to the roof. Cliff wobbled dangerously on the edge, grabbing their arm for support as much as to try to stop them from choking him.

He managed to get out a few words around the vice of their fingers. "If you kill me, you'll never find the people I've taken."

"Fuck." They roughly pulled him away from the edge and forced him to his knees.

Avi was using strength far beyond what a human was capable of and my whole body hurt even as their power continuously worked to heal it. I only felt the pain detachedly, though. Probably because of the rage boiling our blood.

"Okay." Their voice was like a growl through clenched teeth. "Tell me right now where the people you've taken are and I promise not to kill you."

"Let go of me first so I can breathe!"

"Do I look like an idiot to you? You can breathe enough to speak and that's all you need."

"Let go, or I'll make you let go."

"Are you really in a position to be making threats?"

Then he smiled. Fear stabbed through the anger in us, Avi drew back a fist to punch him into unconsciousness, but he was faster. We should have been more observant. We should have thought to look at his hands.

Quick as a striking snake, Cliff let go of Avi's hand, spun around the silver ring on his middle finger, and dragged the sharp spike on it across their arm. It stung enough that their grip on his throat loosened, just a little bit, but that was all he needed. He pulled himself free, drew a rune in the air, and vanished.

Blood dripped from the deep scratch on Avi's arm, they couldn't heal the wound as fast as normal since it was silver that did the deed. They would have to bandage it up later.

But for now they just fell to their knees, then caught themself with their hands as they fell forward. The rough concrete scraped up their palms but after everything else we barely felt it. We were exhausted. Not so much physically, although the power needed to wield that much strength without tearing a human body apart certainly took its toll. No, it was emotional weariness that brought us to our hands and knees on the roof of our apartment building.

Cliff was powerful enough not to need a physical medium for his runes.

We were fucked.

.......

In the dream I couldn't move my head. I had to look down, to watch. The numbers on the scale were rising so fast I couldn't possibly read them. With each passing second more shame built up inside me until I couldn't keep it in any longer and I cried out. As I did I heard familiar voices.

"So, was it worth it?"

"Have we tried cutting out dairy? And meat? And..."

"Is this really how you want to live your life?"

"You just need to try harder."

I screamed louder, trying to drown them out. Then things shifted, I was now in front of a mirror, frantically scrubbing at my upper arms.

The ink in them had twisted, morphing itself into vulgar and grotesque designs, I had to get rid of them before anyone saw.

I scrubbed until the skin felt raw, until it was left smooth and unblemished. I sighed in relief. Then I realized what I'd done.

No, no, no, how could I? I loved my tattoos! Why had I been ashamed? They were all I had left of—

There she was. In the mirror, her face stared back at me. Not angry, just sad and confused. I started crying.

Then Bev's face got paler and thinner. Her hair fell out, her skin got tight, there were bags under her eyes. I pleaded with the mirror not to show me this, anything but this, but soon where her face had been there was only a skull. It moved forward from the mirror and advanced until it had me cornered. It's jaw fell open and from it spilled forth—

Avi's phone's ringtone.

They jerked awake in the chair in front of the door, we must have fallen asleep for a little while. Couldn't have been long judging by how exhausted we were, but then again my stress dreams weren't exactly restful.

They checked their phone. The text was from Riley.

"Meet at the cafe asap."

"I guess I had better get ready."

Sorry about that.

"It's okay, not your fault." Avi yawned and stretched. Half the reason we'd been up all night was that I suspected my recurring stress dreams would show up the second we were asleep. I hadn't had them in over a year, but I had a feeling they'd make an appearance after what we'd just been through. The other half was to make sure Cliff didn't come back to try to take us while we were unconscious.

Avi walked over to the closet and leaned their head against the door. The wood was cool, and felt nice against their forehead. "Maybe you were right. We should have just left, gone somewhere far away."

If it makes you feel any better I'm starting to think that might not have worked.

"Yeah, yeah that's probably true. Okay, let's," they sighed. "Let's get some clean clothes on so I can get some caffeine in us and Riley's team can help me figure out what to do."

Sounds like a plan.

#dwd #cee pov

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marina41trench · 1 year

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Yotsuba Tamaki - RabbiTube Mini

Yotsuba Tamaki Thank you for your help in the shooting of RabbiMini. I'm Yotsuba Tamaki of IDOLiSH7. Thank you for inviting us to TRIGGER's home for the sweet party today. We will depart in an hour, please tell us if you have any needs. Request.(1)

Kujou Tenn Thank you for your work. You're Yotsuba Tamaki, right?

Yotsuba Tamaki It is me.

Kujou Tenn I'm glad. Thank you for your kindness. I think I find the jovial Yotsuba Tamaki wonderful. I only bought sweets because I happened to come across a nearby cafe having a sweets fair while thinking of having a wrap-up party. Tell Ousaka Sougo not to worry too much.

Rokuya Nagi OH! The person behind Tamaki has been exposed…! Also, you will receive 10 more sentences of this, what do you think? 🫢

Kujou Tenn I'll directly tell Ousaka Sougo later then. He must've made so much effort for this

Rokuya Nagi OK! I'll tell him. For that it may end up not only 10, but 20 more X-D He was worried because we're the ones going to your place, so we received a lot of instructions from him.

Kujou Tenn Yes, I see. He's really gentle

Yotsuba Tamaki Is it okay for this RabbiChat to be me-version? Not Sou-chan-version

Kujou Tenn Of course. I like your composition.

Yotsuba Tamaki Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay K-i-n-g P-u-d-d-i-n-g-g-g

Rokuya Nagi Right now, Tamaki is releasing his restrained power Please wait with us for a moment.

Kujou Tenn I see. I can somewhat tell.

Yotsuba Tamaki

I have returneddddd

Rokuya Nagi Welcome back, Tamaki 😉

Yotsuba Tamaki I'm baaaaack Oh yeah, does Tenten's place have extra slippers? I'll bring my King Pudding slippers if there's none

Rokuya Nagi I'll bring my Kokona slippers!

Kujou Tenn It's fine. There are slippers for guest use. Is this one of his instructions?

Yotsuba Tamaki Hmm, when I went to Yukirin's place before, he got mad at me and told me to wear slippers. After that I decided to be careful (pudding emoji)

Kujou Tenn Great job, Yotsuba Tamaki. Gaku and Ryuu go barefoot during summer most of the time because they say it's too hot and they're too used to tatami mats.

Yotsuba Tamaki Then I'll be the one to tell them 😎

Kujou Tenn I'll leave them to you 😎

Rokuya Nagi I've prepared our miscellaneous luggage perfectly!

Yotsuba Tamaki Right!

Kujou Tenn Luggage?

Rokuya Nagi

Wet wipes

Garbage bag to throw when we get back home

Yotsuba Tamaki Also folding umbrella and change of socks Crap I forgot my phone's charger

Rokuya Nagi

Playing cards We must not forget entertainment items during rest in journeys.

Kujou Tenn Wait a minute Are you two planning a trip or something?

Yotsuba Tamaki We looked for the important stuff to take at travels on a website!

Rokuya Nagi Being invited to a sweets party is a lovely event, it's like going to a trip!

Yotsuba Tamaki

Rokuya Nagi

Kujou Tenn

I'm happy that you really look forward to it. Holding an opening is worth it

Yotsuba Tamaki Ah! I'll bring Balance Tower(2) too! I'm sure Tenten will like it too

Kujou Tenn Is that a game where you take a piece while trying not to make it fall down and put it on the top?

Rokuya Nagi YES! However, it's not just that. The part you removed will have a subject written on it, so you must do the challenge while we keep playing! "Imitate a cat", "Imitate an alien", "Talk while ending with -pyon", and other fearsome subjects that will take the dignity out of you. 🌝👓←This is Yamato who left his glasses as a moon when he stopped talking with "pyon."

Kujou Tenn He turned to a moon.

Rokuya Nagi 😆🕺←This is Riku who's dancing and is having fun while playing.

Kujou Tenn That's cute.

Rokuya Nagi And then Tamaki, oh my

Yotsuba Tamaki Nagicchi!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kujou Tenn What…?

Rokuya Nagi Sorry, Tamaki. I must tell Mr. Kujou everything that occured in what lies beyond that fearsome game… Tamaki who must say "babu" in his sentences for 10 minutes, believe it or not, greeted us "Good morning, babu" in the living room the next morning when he got the hang of it…

Kujou Tenn It's a fearsome game…

Rokuya Nagi Yes. I will look forward to it today.

Yotsuba Tamaki Well putting "babu" at the end of your sentences is normaaaal!!!!! But it feels different when you don't do it in a game Mikki pretended not to hear anything and said, "Good morning, Tamaki!" the gentleness he gave me… I was so happy…

Kujou Tenn Indeed. You went through the subject smoothly, and you managed to say "babu" without hesitation

Rokuya Nagi Tamaki himself couldn't hold back from saying "babu" that he said it first thing in the morning before he went to work… (distant look)

Yotsuba Tamaki Stop saying babuuuuu!!!! Can you two even do the gal peace other than our RabbiMini shooting?!

Rokuya Nagi I think I can do that.

Rokuya Nagi I'll show you how to be a gal! X-D

Yotsuba Tamaki Dammiiiiiiiit I can't wiiiin!!

Kujou Tenn Relax, Yotsuba Tamaki. Gaku and Ryuu will be with us today. Let's conspire against them to do interesting things.

Yotsuba Tamaki Eh. Gakkun and Ryuu-aniki'll be with us!! Amazing!!

Rokuya Nagi This is getting exciting.

Kujou Tenn They watched our RabbiMini and practiced the gal peace sign a while ago They proudly said that they found out that the key to being gal-like is the angle of the wrist.

Rokuya Nagi That's… so it's possible for them not to be embarrassed at whatever we make them do?

Yotsuba Tamaki Is TRIGGER strong at that too?

Kujou Tenn

They might be not embarrassed about it, but I think it could get very interesting.

Rokuya Nagi Hm… What if we make Mr. Yaotome and Mr. Tsunashi add "babu"…

Yotsuba Tamaki 😤"Yo, Yotsuba and Rokuya. You're here, babu"(3) 😆"I've been waiting for you~ babu!"

Kujou Tenn Y You don't have to simulate them. I can tell by their emojis.

Yotsuba Tamaki Damn, I'm getting really excited!!!

I know it's still early, but can we go there now?!

Kujou Tenn Sure. I'll wait

Rokuya Nagi Hoo! The event "Heart Thumping★What will happen when we play with TRIGGER?!" starts!

Kujou Tenn

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(1) - In the previous message, Tamaki typed 「ごいりよー」 which is a very informal way of typing 「ご入用」. Sougo corrected him so he sent 「ご入用」. (2) - Totally not jenga. (3) - The emoji used for "Gaku" is actually ">:)".

#idolish7 #i7 #yotsuba tamaki #rokuya nagi #kujou tenn #rabbitube mini #rabbitube #english translation #rabbichat

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persondoingstuff · 1 year

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Child of the number 1 hero

Fandom: MHA

Pairing: dad!All Might x gn!child!reader

Type: angst

Warning: crying for 8 seconds, attempt (probably bad) at angst, not edited

A/N: idk why my brain has been like ‘write pro hero’s as dad with kids and make it sad’ I’m still new at writing angst so bear with me while I try to figure it out.

Being the number 1 hero’s child may seem cool on a surface level, but the deeper you go, the less cool it actually is.

For starters, you can’t say who you dad is, or even talk about him for that matter. From a young age it was drilled into your head that you were to refrain from mentioning anything about your dad. If any information about All Might fell into the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic.

Safety was a huge issue as well. If you said “My dad is the number 1 hero” villains from every shadow would come flocking to you, in hopes of using his one weakness to finally get the best of him. You also feared for your life for the same reason, you didn’t want to be killed by a villain.

If it was revealed that you were the child of the symbol of peace, you’d be the most popular person in your school. Constantly having people want to be your friend in attempts to get closer to All Might, get an autograph, see his house, and just use you to get to your dad.

That was another thing, you couldn’t have friends over for hang outs or sleepovers. Couldn’t risk having someone realize who your dad was. But that didn’t stop your dad from bringing people over, sure they were people he trusted. But still growing up it was frustrating having to constantly tell your friends you couldn’t hang out at your house.

The one good thing was since All Mights real name wasn’t public, you could use your last name, Toshinori.

As you got older you grew to except the rules and stop wasting emotion on it, the rules wouldn’t change no matter how much arguing would happen. And lots of arguments did happen. Pleading, failed compromises, cries of exceptions, were all denied. You were then given a reminder of the dangers of people possibly finding out your relationship with All Might.

Being a pro hero and a parent is a hard task for anyone, but when your the number 1, and in constant need, it was even harder. Coming home in the late afternoons, or sometimes at night, or leaving at late hours of the night. Sometimes you felt your father put everyone else above you, like every other person in the world was more important than you.

But you tried to convince yourself that you still mattered to your dad, that he still loved you. You wanted to make him proud so he’d notice you more. You got all A’s in school, top of the class, did the best in sports, you were responsible enough to make dinner all by yourself, know martial arts so you could defend yourself, and be independent! All for him to look at you and say “I’m proud of you” and acknowledge everything you’ve done for him. For him to really see you for more than a few minutes at a time.

You were born quirkless just like him. A sad thing really, the child of the number 1 hero has no quirk. But despite that, you still trained your body to be the next inheritor for One for All. You knew everything about the quirk, your dad had told you everything anyways, so he wouldn’t need to explain anything. You knew you’d need to slowly work up to using the full power, already thinking of ways to build the quirk.

You were so sure you’d be the 9th wielder, already planning on going to UA, getting in the hero course, become a pro hero and be number 1 just like your dad.

But life wasn’t fair.

Especially to you.

It was 10 months until the UA entrance exam, you knew that your dad would pass on his quirk any day now. So one day, your dad came home late, smiling proudly. ‘Todays the day! I’m getting One for All!’ You thought approaching your dad asking how his day was.

“Today was great. I found a suitable person to pass One for All down to.” Yagi said. Your smile faltered slightly, thinking he was playing around, but dread still creeping into your system. “His name is Midoriya Izuku, a quirkless boy who I’ll be training from now on.”

Your world started to crumble around you. “O-oh… I thought you’d pick me, to be the 9th…” You said in a quiet voice. Your dad looked surprised. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you wanted to be a hero.” Yagi said sincerely.

Didn’t know? Didn’t know?! Of course he didn’t know! He never bothered to hang around enough for you to say anything about being a hero! Why wouldn’t you want to be a hero? You’re the child of the number 1 hero, of course you want to be a hero!

“It’s fine.” Your voice got cold, as you desperately try to keep tears away. “Wouldn’t want to rip away that kids dream of being a hero.” You walked away, not letting your father say anything else. You tried to blink the tears away, but as soon as one fell, the flood gates opened. You quietly sobbed into your pillow for what felt like hours.

Your dream, your goal, gone. Everything you worked for lost to some random kid. You didn’t know who Midoriya Izuku was, but you loathed him, you were jealous of him. He now had everything you ever wanted, without even trying.

The 10 months following the UA entrance exam, you saw bits and pieces of your dad, he was too busy with Midoriya. You decided to still go to UA, but aime for general studies.

During the entrance exam you felt you did great on the written test, however the practical test, you stood no chance. All you could do was run around for the whole test. During the final minutes of the test however, a 0-point robot came towards all the examinees. It was giant, as tall as or taller than some of the buildings in the mock city.

A boy with green hair zoomed into the sky and punch the robot, effectively smashing it with just one punch. But you knew what that power was. That was One for All. That kid who just destroyed his body with a single attack, was Midoriya Izuku.

You made it into general studies, your acceptance video by your father, a new faculty member of UA high told you with fake enthusiasm. While in general studies 1-C, you met a boy with purple hair and a brainwashing quirk. Shinso Hitoshi, who was gunning it for the hero course. You became quick friends, both wanting to be hero’s, just not having the quirk to make it into the hero course.

During the sports festival you managed to make it to the cavalry battles, before getting out by having no points. While going to your class section, you saw All Might in the hall way congratulating students, you saw the way his scanned the crowed, he was looking for you. But you didn’t want his words of praise now, you didn’t want anything from him now.

Why choose after you got into UA to finally praise and look at you? If he wanted to praise you he could do it later as you made sure you got lost in the crowd, slipping pasted your father.

You routed for Shinso before he ultimately got out by the person you despised. You rooted for Bakugo, for the sole reason that he was Midoriya’s rival.

As the school year went on, they eventually had students move into dorms after 1-A got attacked by villains during a summer camp. One of the students got kidnapped. All Might was part of the group of hero’s that rescued him. All Might ended up facing his long time rival, All for One. This ended up being your fathers last fight as he used the last of One for All.

After the kidnapping the school issued the plan to live into dorms. Your father said yes to the plan, you didn’t mind the dorms either, now you didn’t have to see All Might at all.

Shinso trained hard with class 1-A’s teacher Mr. Aizawa, or the pro hero Eraser Head. Shinso worked on using a capture weapon that looked like a scarf. Shinso would practice capturing people on you by wrapping the scarf around you. You were happy to help and spend the last of Shinso’s time in general studies before he moved classes.

You probably wouldn’t see Shinso as he would be in different classes, in different halls of the building, and a different dorm building. It was bitter sweet, you were happy for your friend, but also sad about losing him.

You felt like you could tell Shinso anything, anything except the biggest secret of your life. You wanted to tell him so bad, but all the talks, all the lectures your dad gave you raced through your mind.

You wanted to bring Shinso over to your house before dorms to hang out, wanted to tell him the real reason you worked so hard in school, tell him why you were so independent. Just tell him everything.

But you couldn’t.

Because that’s the life of being the number 1 hero’s kid.

A/N: thank you sooo much for reading!!! It’s actually really fun to write pro hero’s as parents, so if you have any requests please send them in! Have a wonderful rest of your day 😁

Also there won’t be a part 2, sorry if some people were hoping for one

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What's Vision's daily routine?

{out of directives} The first this Vision does in the morning when he "wakes up" is run system checks on himself. He's a lot more paranoid and traumatized now about having his body messed around with without his permission, having his databanks altered or access to them changed, or having unwanted additions like trackers or overrides installed without his knowledge. So first things first, once his mental and metabolic capabilities are ramped up to a normal active level after being slowed overnight, Vision will run diagnostic checks on his major bodily structures/functions and his CPU.

For his body, he'll check for any damages, alterations, or system stresses/failures. Early on, this is a pretty fast and simple task (maybe 5-10 minutes), but as he delves deeper into the memories of his previous life and how he had developed more complex internal systems for himself (digestive, reproductive, etc.), he will want to once again develop those for himself. All the research he did and everything physically that he altered about himself to evolve those systems is stored in his databanks, so all he has to do is follow the same procedure. It still likely takes a few weeks to months for him to completely alter his body to its previous evolved form. Once he does that, there are more structures, processes, and potential points of failure to check, so his somatic diagnostic tests will likely run closer to 15-20 minutes.

For his mind, he'll check his data files - especially those involving memory and anything else that he'd previously lost access to - for viruses, corruption, foreign data, or any sign that something has been altered, removed, or restricted since his last check, as well as making sure his main power source and processing capabilities are functioning at peak capacity. Vision has amazingly powerful and efficient processing power, so a full scan of power, processing, storage, and mental capabilities takes only about 5-7 minutes.

Vision doesn't like to be disturbed while he performs his morning checks. He likes to just be alone with himself to make sure everything is functioning at peak capacity and as it ought to be, before he interacts with anyone or goes about his day. This is for his own peace of mind and frankly to gain back a sense of control over his own mind and body that he felt was taken from him by SWORD's actions. All in all, it's usually about a half hour before he's ready to go. After that, it depends on where Vision is, what stage of his recovery and soul-searching process he's at, and who he might be living with.

If he's living with someone, he will probably seek them out, see how they're doing, see what they want to do today. If it's someone he previous didn't know, he would spend time with them to learn more about them, ask them why they're helping him, ask them what their plans for the future are, etc. If it's someone he does know from his past (e.g. another Avenger or associate), he will likely spend a good portion of the day picking their brain for information on why all of this was allowed to happen to him, what happened to various other people he remembers, and what their plans are now. If it's Wanda, the majority of his day will be spent trying to repair their relationship, wherever it's going to settle now. Whether friends or lovers, it would be important to Vision to repair things and support her as much as possible while also working on his own emotional recovery.

If it's early on after he left Westview and he's alone, he'd probably spend time considering any number of things, such as where to go, what to do with himself, who he truly is, who he wants to be, what actions should be taken against those who wronged him, etc. He's likely to do that in a solitary yet peaceful place, such as a mountain or forest. Aside from giving himself ample time to sort out his thoughts, Vision will just be curious about himself and the world, as he was before. If left to his own devices, a good part of his day will be spent in either introspection or outward exploration of his environment. If he's developed a digestive system, some of his day might be spent cooking, eating, and/or drinking.

At the end of the day, there are a few things Vision likes to do before he rests for the night. Going outside and listening to the sounds of the forest/city he's living in, watching the stars for a bit, and/or winding down with anyone he might be living with are common occurrences. If he's redeveloped his digestive system, he does like a cup of hot tea before bed. No milk or sugar, just tea. His favorite types are natural vanilla bean, chamomile, and orange pekoe. Caffeine doesn't have much of an effect on him, so he doesn't have to care about what he drinks before he rests.

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