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Hi! Could you write a one shot for Bakugo, Todoroki, and Kirishima where the class is watching a movie or something at the dorms and their crush falls asleep on them? I can see the boys getting all blushy when she unconsciously snuggles up closer to them 🥰🥰

Thank you!

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵒᵇᵃˡᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗ ᵘᵍʰʰʰʰʰ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱᵉ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ⁱᵗ

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"Is everyone ready?"

Mina shouted, making sure everything was set and everyone was prepared.

In short, what was happening was that tomorrow is a holiday, and after a tiring week, the girls suggested the idea of watching a movie (the kind you like), staying up late, and enjoying themselves to compensate for the positive energy lost through training and studying, and of course, everyone agreed.

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

The surprise was how this early-to-bed, serious guy had actually agreed to this silly movie night offer, but of course, no one dared to comment on it (they didn't want to be the reason for him changing his mind).

"Tsk... why on earth did I agree to watch this stupid movie in the first place," Bakugo muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the TV screen where the movie was playing. Truthfully, he knew the reason he was here- 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

Bakugo had always admired your confident, composed, and intelligent personality, to the point where he found himself gradually falling for you, struggling to break free from its grasp.

Another annoyed sigh escaped his lips, feigning irritation as usual, but deep down, he was genuinely happy to be sitting next to you on the couch, able to inhale your soothing scent.

It didn't take another minute before he felt a weight on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised in confusion, and when he turned his head to see, he was met with your lovely, soft face resting on his shoulder. The boy swore he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest, and for a moment, he stopped thinking, just staring at you with flushed cheeks, thankfully unnoticed in the dimmed lights.

"Oi... you," he said in his rough tone, which seemed calmer, then lightly shrugs trying to wake you up. "You'll miss the damn movie... wake up."

Meanwhile, all he got in response was a sleepy nuzzle from you, moving closer to hug his side more, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

Poor Bakugo stopped his movements and froze in place for about a few minutes. The first to notice was Kirishima, who turned to see what was up with his friend.

"Hey Baku-bro, what's wro..."

And there Kirishima caught sight of your sleeping form next to him, a wide grin spreading across his face. Even before he spoke, Bakugo silently gestured to him, thus ensuring he stayed close to you for a longer period.

He absentmindedly played with your hair, eliciting contented hums from you, which seemed to draw the attention of the entire class towards you two. Oh, and don't worry about any commotion; once Bakugo gives them the death glare, they'll turn away without saying a word.

(half of the class has fallen asleep already, anyway).

By the end of the movie, he didn't even realize he had fallen asleep, his head resting on yours, inhaling your refreshing scent and feeling your warmth.

(This incident might actually serve as a strong incentive for him to hurry up and confess to you as soon as possible).

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

It was known that Shoto often found himself in these kinds of nights, spending time with his friends, and with you, the love of his life.

Both of you attended the same middle school, and there were many clashes between you, but at that time, Shoto was only focused on his deep-seated hatred for his father.

Now, at U.A. High School, he found the time to develop his feelings for you, thus becoming immersed in love for you.

And there he was now, on the floor in front of the TV, covered with blankets for comfortable seating. You were sitting beside him, and oh, how difficult it was for him to focus on the movie content with you so close.

He also threw sidelong glances at you, admiring your focused face on the screen, and your slightly parted lips from concentrating so hard on the events. Honestly, he wished desperately to overwhelm your lips with kisses until you couldn't breathe (you can't really blame him).

As he was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt something descending onto his lap. And guess what? It was your head being placed on his lap.

The poor boy's brain stopped functioning as he tried to process what had just happened.

(He also felt like his heart stopped for a moment.)

"Y/n... y-you okay?" Shoto whispered softly to you, making sure only you could hear him, and his hand moved to brush a strand of hair away from your face, while a terrible blush spread across his cheeks.

The poor boy wasn't used to being affectionate :(

"Very... sleepy," was your only response as you hugged his waist and snuggled closer to his left side where warmth emanated.

Let's say he miraculously managed to control his quirk so as not to accidentally hurt you.

Meanwhile, the boy's heart swelled with emotions, and he found himself gently stroking your hair, a small smile adorning his handsome face.

And as soon as the movie ended, he carried you bridal-style and took you to your room under Momo's guidance, making sure not to wake you up at all.

On the other hand, he couldn't sleep a wink that night, but be prepared to receive the most beautiful confession in your life soon.

Bonus points: His desire to kiss you became unbearable.

𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝘂𝗼

He was one of the biggest supporters of the idea, especially since you were the one who suggested it, so of course he would always support your opinion.

He always did, seeing you as a fun person who radiated warmth like the sun, an optimistic personality he fell for boundlessly.

You were always a source of inspiration for him with your positive energy, encouraging him and praising his perseverance, and in return, he gave you the brightest smile.

His friends somehow learned about his secret admiration for you (Mina was the reason... ahem)

and they always tried to involve you both more to bring you closer together.

This event was no different as they made sure you two were close to each other, leaving the couch for you to sit on together.

(Kaminari was included to sit next to Kirishima just to make it less suspicious.)

Now, in the middle of the movie, just like Shoto, he couldn't focus at all.

He was just captivated by the little sounds you made whenever an exciting scene came up or your eyes sparkled with interest at what was shown on the screen in front of you.

He was literally in his own world, worshiping your facial expressions and your gentle demeanor.

But at some point, he stopped paying attention to you, replacing it with discussing the details of the movie with Kaminari. Then, in a sudden moment, he felt something land on his chest... it was your head.

The boy quickly covered his mouth to suppress the scream that was about to burst from the depths of his heart.

In contrast to the two above, he had a quick response as he gently shook your shoulder.

"Y/n, y-you awake?" His voice came out as a somewhat quiet tune, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Sorry... feeling sleepy... just... a little nap." After that, you held onto his arm and used his muscular chest as a pillow, drifting back to sleep.

Because of your action, his quirk activated for a few seconds, and he slapped his own face out of embarrassment and happiness he felt.

Your sudden move caught the red-haired boy off guard to the point he didn't know how to react :(

"Yes, of course... it wouldn't be manly of me to move and disturb you," he muttered to himself in embarrassment, stiffening in his position before wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

But he forgot about Kaminari, who saw everything and struggled to suppress his laughter as he ran away, catching the attention of the class, only to stare at both of you in awe and admiration.

All I can say is that by tomorrow, you'll see plenty of pictures taken of you sleeping on Kirishima, and his friends endlessly teasing him about it.

Then get ready for his confession of his feelings for you.

ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #shoto x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #fluff #fanfic #bnha #mha #one shot

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strangerhottotties · 10 months

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Mad Sounds - Part 2 - E.M.

Part 1

Summaries: You get Eddie's assignments back for the week and you have a meeting in his van to discuss...

Warnings: Horny shit. Minors fuck off. Mentions of masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight heavy petting and VERY brief grinding.

A/N: Just on my whore shit. I'm finally evening out after coming off birth control so the engine's warming for the first time all year. I share this with you at your own risk. My husband, ever my cheerleader picked out Eddie's test scores for the first couple weeks. Please enjoy.

Special thank you to my bestie who edited this and gave music recommendations: Taylor Swift's 'I Can See You' and 'Dress'.

All week Eddie hovered over you, never was he more than five minutes late to a study session. His newfound eagerness to study had turned more than a few heads. But ever the attention whore, he had turned his audience to you exclusively as much as he possibly could.

Every visit to your locker to retrieve books, he was right there to smile at you brazenly, eyes sliding over your form. It thrilled you. You had an incentive that no one else had ever offered, it fed your confidence. Eddie, ever the flirt, always held doors open for you, now insisted on being as gentlemanly as he possibly could.

All week he's been flashing a crisp red folder at you. Every time you see it, a tingle begins beneath your skin. The flat cardstock you always expect to warp, but the only distortion was the exaggerated hand drawn font across the front. Inside contained every assignment he'd received a grade for this week.

When the final bell rings on Friday afternoon, you make your way to your locker. Your eyes draw up towards your locker and catch a glimpse of Eddie leaning against the set of your lockers. He's a constant in the flow of bodies eager to leave the premises. His eyes as you approach are downright insidious, utterly wicked as he notices you. He fans himself that red folder.

"Hey, Honey," he hums, smile twisting with false sweetness like he was made of Aspartame. "I do hope you're prepared to pay up. I worked hard for these grades."

There were only three classes you were tutoring him in. The remaining classes he needed to graduate. Mr. Allen's Chemistry, Mrs. O'Donnel's Advanced Algebra, and Mr. Jones's Government class.

Thankfully your blush is minimal as you stop in front of the blocked lockers. "Hand 'em over," you hum, holding out your hand. He passes the folder into your hands and you're a little surprised by just how thick it feels in your hand.

He pushes off the wall and leans in close enough to your ear to taunt you that you can feel the heat of his breath fan across your cheek. "I even did the extra credit in Chem." You quirk an eyebrow at him as he holds you in an intense stare just inches from your face. You try to suppress your smile as you adjust the books in your arms to give it your full attention.

It'd be a lie to say that you weren't utterly feverish to discover exactly how good. How many times you thought of him tucked under you comforter at night, aching for his promises that he made last Friday. Aching to know how he tasted, what those talented fingers could do, and how much eagerly he wanted to touch you. Late nights filled with desperate, muffled whines for him. Keeping quiet as you squirm in the dark, wishing for the relief that his skin would give you, craving giving him anything he needed, being by Eddie Munson.

He seemed pretty excited. "Extra credit, who are you and what have you done with Eddie?" You tease softly, your smile turning demure. Eddie's shoulders roll back as he tilts his head to the side, modeling his pretty neck for you. It reminds you of a brightly colored bird.

"What can I say, I really like my tutor." The hallways are beginning to clear as you flip open the folder and smile at the top page. His government test with a big, fat 'B-' on the top right corner. You flit your eyes over to his, where they burn with a darkness. He blows you a playful kiss.

"This is excellent Eddie!" You flip through his next couple assignments. "Two 'C's, a 'C+', 'B-', and a 'B', Extra credit..."

"I got full credit for it, does that count as an 'A+'." You flush as you consider. It certainly shouldn't go unrewarded if you wanted to encourage it. You draw out your consideration and his eyes light up with eagerness.

"I don't think this warrants that kind of reward," you answer honestly and he deflates, until you follow up with a... "but..." his head snaps up at that, "I kind of had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" He asks. "Don't leave me in suspense, sweetheart." You glance around at the lingering student body.

"Can we go out to your van first?" You ask him quietly. His face goes blank and he snatches your hand to pull you towards the front doors. "Wait, wait, wait, Eddie!" you call and he halts as you dig the heels of your shoes into the tiled floor to yank him to a halt.

"What?"

"Let me get my bag first. It's in there." Eddie grins and turns around to sweep his hands at your locker. You smile and turn to open your locker, Eddie hanging over your shoulder.

"Do I get a hint?" he hums, but before you can answer, someone shouts his name from down the hall.

"Eddie, c'mon, what are you standing around for? We've got to set up!" You glance down the hall at Gareth and Jeff. Gareth is throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hold on!" He shouts and then turns his attention back to you.

"Do you need to go?"

"No, not even hellfire is getting between me and this surprise," he grins.

"Oh, you guys moved it to Friday?"

"Yeah, I figured we can tweak our schedule tomorrow. I can pick you up-"

"Hey, Eddie!" You giggle at the second interruption of the conversation. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler's little brother, are jogging up to the irate metalhead. Eddie's mouth presses into a thin line as he regards the kids.

"What is it?" He sighs,

"What's up your ass?" Mike scoffs. You bite your lip to hold your laugh as you start filing through what books you'll need for weekend homework.

"Conversation, A," he points to himself, "B," he points to you, "see your way out of it!" You drag your bag out of your locker and close it. You hit him with an unimpressed look.

"Well, we wanted to ask," Dustin starts, "but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Dustin, this is Mike." He holds his hand out with a toothy grin. You take his hand, shaking it with an introduction as Eddie slips up next to you.

"We're in Hellfire with Eddie and it's supposed to start in like, five minutes, would you like to join?" You blink with surprise.

"Oh, I don't know how to play D'n'D." You reply evenly. Eddie clears his throat softly.

"I could teach you," he offers, regarding you with playful eyes.

"Totally, it's actually super fun! It's based on strategy and there's a ton of different ways to play!" Mike encourages and receives a harsh look from the senior standing beside you. Eddie was being possessive of you, wanting your singular attention.

"Look, whatever this is..." He gestures between the two of them. "Lose it. I'll be in there. Give me... fifteen minutes?" He confirms with you.

"Be nice," you instruct him flatly before turning towards the two kids. "But fifteen minutes should do it." He rolls his eyes at the kids and grabs your hand to start dragging you away.

"Who'd have thought Eddie's girlfriend would be so nice?"

"Girlfriend?" You repeat in surprise to Eddie exclusively when he comes to a full stop at the word. The kids are walking away and thankfully don't hear your question.

"I never told them you were my girlfriend," he immediately discloses to you. You roll your eyes at him and continue you on, tugging at his hand but admiring the pretty blush that fans his cheeks.

"Come on, sweetiepea," you tease and he laughs awkwardly as you are both trotting into the parking lot.

"But, um," he rumbles in a far more sober tone, he pulls you to a stop, facing you directly. "I want to take you out." You tense as he says this.

"Oh." You sigh and glance around as you think. You shift on your feet as he tilts his face to the side. "You do?" You ask.

Eddie gives an awkward chuckle. "You don't?" He prompts. You teeter on your toes for a moment.

"I think it's more complicated than that, Eddie," you tell him softly, "but I'm... open to talking about it." He wets his lips and steps closer, eyes sliding across your eyes.

"Honey," he hums, "You don't have to go out with me, but... answer me this," he uses the knuckle of his free hand to nudge your chin up a bit, "Do you want... me?"

The air smells earthy. A contradiction in itself as dead leaves skirt across the asphalt of the draining parking lot. Eddie was washing his vulnerability across your skin with the trial of his voice. It was braver than you had any right to enjoy, but after a moment of thought you feel the need to meet him on that level, to share in that vulnerability so it wouldn't be quite so scary.

Your free hand drifts across his jean vest, taking in the coarse fabric as you reach for the collar. You grasp it firmly before pulling him closer to you. You breathe deeply before sighing out, "Yes."

It's simple as he nods. "That's so stupid of you," he responds with a nervous smile.

"Only if you make it so," you reply with a warning and he breathes shakily. You release him by the collar and continue pulling him to his van. He rushes to get to the passenger side for you, swinging the door open. "Thank you," you chirp and climb in. He trots around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat.

There is a heavy moment of silence as you glance at each other. "So, when I had you teach me something," you start as he twists to face you in the seat, "I wanted to model the studying after how you teach. I figure that's the easiest way for you to learn."

Eddie's eyebrows tilt up. "What was your conclusion?"

"Kinesthetic mostly," he gives you a crumpled look. "Hands on. You need to be apart of it, to tinker."

"How do you learn?"

"Writing and visually. The four main groups are kinesthetic, writing, visual, and audio. You are more audio and kinesthetic, if you're learning to play songs by ear." He tilts his head at you with interest. "So, that being said, you've responded the best so far to... motivation and you get distracted when your bored so I was worried that the motivation might get boring for you."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, eyes glittering. "Jeez, your brain is like a supercomputer, I swear." Your face twists at that and you bite your lip as Eddie's smile fades. "Hey, it's a compliment. I swear," he urges.

"I..." you start and fade off.

Eddie takes a deep frustrated breath and looks out at the parking lot. "I know I try to get under your skin," he starts, "but I hate it when you make that face. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It's not as fun as I expect it to be. So what did I say, that's the second time now."

You fiddle with the strap on your bag for a moment, fighting the tears away. "'I’m not a robot, Eddie. I have emotions and thoughts and... I don't always get... what's said in between the words. Logic is easier... that doesn't make me less human." A hand skirts across to brace on your knee and your stomach jumps.

"If anything," he coaxes, "it makes you superhuman. Better than the rest of us." You spare a glance over at him and find soulful, brown eyes glittering at you. "I've never met anyone who just... understands. I watch and I see, but you, you watch and you understand. I see the gears turning in your head all of the time. I wish I had that setting."

"It's not a setting, it's all the time. I can't just switch it off. My brain never stops." Eddie smiles at you, eyes crinkling with empathy.

"I think I understand that better than most. It's like fighting nature itself. Never a quiet moment." You nod at him, sighing out with some relief that he understood. He could conceptualize how you operated.

"Exactly."

Eddie's smile widens. "So, do I still get my surprise?"

It's your turn to smile at the way he defuses your tension. "Of course," you reply as he gives you a gentle squeeze of your thigh. You draw the cardboard out of your bag to reveal a spinning dial, expertly color coded. You present it to him as he laughs. "We could fill in with little things that if you're sick of my cookies or something you can spin for a possible change."

"I get to pick things out?" He chirps.

"Sure, as long as we both agree." Eddie grins maliciously and his fingers pinch the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, making you squeak and swat at his hand. His eyes widen.

"Are you ticklish?" He rumbles playfully.

"Eddie, you've got like five more minutes..." you warn sternly, pushing his hand away with an embarrassed glare. He pouts and leans in towards your face, eyes lit up like a cat that's noticed a mouse.

"Okay, okay... is that long enough for me to get the reward for my 'B-'?" Your cheeks flush further and you glance into the back of his van. That could be secluded enough you think.

"Okay," you hum softly and his eyebrows raise with delight.

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You nod your head towards the back of his van and he darts, snatching your hand to pull you after him.

"Please tell me I can unwrap you like a present," he begs and the way he asks makes your knees tremble enough that you wobble and stumble down on them after you've barely made it past the front seats. Eddie's eyes go wide as he tries to soften your fall.

"Ah, sorry!" You chirp, a little frazzled as you attempt to give him an embarrassed smile.

His grin etched across his face, full of salacious cues. "What, that get you excited, pretty girl?"

Your cheeks flare with heat as your brain sparks out and he must see it written on your face because his laugh is out right evil. He's corrosive to your steely exterior and there was nothing you could do to stop that. The only thing rotating through your head was Eddie's voice saying pretty girl on repeat.

Was that really all it took to fry your circuits?

"Uh-huh," fell from your mouth before you could stop it.

Eddie's face freezes, too as you cave into him. It was an excellent example of just how easy you were to bend under the right circumstances. Eddie swallows before giving you a possibly nervous laugh and kneeling down with you.

"I-I mean... shit," you say, hands covering your face in horror. Your nervous break has Eddie grinning and pulling your hands away from your mouth. "I didn't... mean to-to say that-that." You squeeze your eyes shut and your lip wobbles because the repeating words begin.

Eddie sets your palms down in your lap as he gives you a chuckle, wetting his lips. "I think I could use a little more of your honesty," he rasps and your breath hitches as he reaches for your waist, untucking your shirt and sweater with a wiggling motion from where they are secured in the waistband of your jeans.

You don't trust yourself to speak, not when he's staring right at you with those endless eyes. He's barely (technically not even) touching you and your chest is expanding deeper and deeper with each breath.

If you could only see inside his head, every ounce of delicate nervousness would be washed away. Every conscious moment had you. He felt like he was fourteen all over again, springing erections at the very smell of you or the curl of your shy smiles, the ones that had lingering of heat at the edges. The idea of you giving yourself over to him so easily.

If it had been any other girl, he'd have been excited, sure. He was twenty and a pretty girl offering her services as a reward would have simply been a brag. But it was you. You who had seemed so immune to his ridiculous boyish crush for years. You who had been impervious to every flirt he'd attempted throughout the years. You who was smarter than anyone he'd ever met. You who didn't give a shit if you were a cheerleader or if you were dating a jock. You who'd actually had a sense of justice. You... who offered yourself to him ooohhh so sweetly in his bedroom after a tearfilled confession.

It was torture.

He'd had to fuck his fist three times after you left that night just to be able to get rid of the ever-returning erection. Hell, you'd given him more than enough to work with.

"Fuck," he groans as he peels the sweater up over your head and you happily help but lifting your arms. "You don't even know how hot you look right now."

It makes you whimper.

Eddie freezes as he stares at you, his own chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers tremble as they work your buttons loose. The sounds of shaky breathing and the soft press of fabric sliding on fabric is filling the inside of the enclosed space. It's a little too stuffy in here but that makes your heart pound harder as his fingers glide gently over the skin of your shoulders.

It hitches your breath, the heat of his palms as he pushes the open blouse off your shoulders. Your brain, as if to prove your earlier conversation wrong, melts in the heat of the moment until you can't think. Those eyes scorch your skin as he takes in the silky hold of your breasts. He hooks his index fingers through the straps and drags them slowly down, savoring unwrapping you.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, face crumbling in distress as you feel the fabric flip under your breasts. His face is twisted as his eyes take a moment to dart up to yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that falls out is another soft, "Jesus Christ."

He looks closer to tears than you've ever seen. It's what drives you to lift up onto your knees and push closer, cupping his head in your hands. He's so close you can feel his damp breath breeze across your breasts. His hands rise to cradle your waist, sliding up you until with a jerk you're in his lap and gasping.

Your sternum collides a bit with his forehead as his hands start to creep upward. You smack his hands and he jerks away to stare at you like a kicked puppy. It almost works.

"What?"

"'B+'," you reply. "You... you've earned the right to... see them, and to... a picture, but you-you haven't earned feeling them," you whisper, voice already fighting to come out. Eddie's gaze softens and he nods obediently.

"Look so good," he sighs. "So good." There is a mutual understanding, the dangling that if he really wanted to, he could. He was inches away from his fingers gliding up to caress you in the way you ached for. Barely a breath away from scooping up your nipple with his tongue to taste. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of my rewards?” He asks, fingers dancing sweetly over your waist again.

A shuddering sigh leaves you and you swallow the saliva building in your mouth. Your thumbs trace his cheek bones. “Every night since you offered to touch me,” you manage on the edge of a sigh, cheeks deepening with color. Your eyes float up to gauge his reaction, flutter with the desire to turn away. His fingers tighten and knead the skin of your waist.

His mouth goes slack with want, eyes boring into yours. “I love your honesty. You’re being so good,” he praises softly.

It felt kind of torturous but as he adjusts you feel something nudge your center and your eyes snap down to the shape at the front of his pants. "He doesn't lie, you know," he promises you.

"No?" You find yourself smiling with mild amusement. "It's not like Pinocchio?" Eddie grins nearly drunkenly at your poor joke.

"The polar opposite... save for being woody," he rumbles back and juts his chin in your direction. He's staring at your mouth, his hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles over your skin, sending tingles down your legs.

You sink curiously down into his lap and his eyes seal shut with a rather deep intake of his breath. Your heart is hammering at the sight as you feel yourself pulse against him. As he breathes out his eyes hood at you, mouth tilting towards yours.

You lean back with your shoulders, just barely out of reach of his kiss. A taunted groan rumbles in his chest. "No?" He hums.

You wet your lips, a demure smile spreading across your mouth as you shake your head at him. You find yourself biting your lower lips to keep you grounded.

"What do I have to do to earn that then?" He asks.

"Add it to the-the wheel?" You offer and his smile is stretching affectionately across his face. He sighs softly.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Eddie! You better get your ass out here!" Gareth roars as you're both scrambling in the back of the van.

Eddie launches you onto your back beside him as he scrambles up to the driver's seat and rolls the manual window down. It nearly knocks the adrenaline out of you as he grumbles about 'these friends cockblocking him'.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eddie snarls as you're sliding your straps back in place and searching for your blouse.

"My problem? Dude, get out here! We're ready to start our campaign and you said 'fifteen minutes' twenty... two minutes ago."

"Gareth," Eddie seethes as you button the front of your shirt, not bothering with all of them before scrambling to put your sweater on.

"No- Eddie, get the fuck out here? What's more important than-" but then you're making contact with Gareth as you're tucking in your shirt, hair still tucked into both aspects of clothing. Eddie glances in the rear view mirror as you flush with embarrassment.

"Shit," Eddie sighs.

"You're really boning the valedictorian?" Gareth demands.

"No!" Eddie snaps. "We're not boning, okay?"

"Really?" His friend scoffs. "Just get in here!"

With that, Eddie gives a frustrated groan and rolls the window up, Gareth already left your slot of the window. When he twists around you give him a little wicked giggle that makes his eyebrows creep up his face.

"You think that's funny?" He accuses, eyes glinting as you giggle uncontrollably harder, hand covering your mouth as you shake your head at him. "Are you sure?" He teases creeping closer to you. Your giggles are getting more wicked until he's moving fast and you're all but tackled to the floor of his van.

Eddie pins your hands to the carpet, hovering directly in your face. "You better get your ass inside," you hum, "your subjects are waiting."

"But you see, there's one more nefarious thing that I must do."

"What's tha-ahmpf!" Eddie's mouth is on yours before you can finish your question, eyes widening as he intertwines your fingers. That heat you were feeling starts flooding your body back.

He's straddling you, and yet somehow his weight isn't enough. He's not resting against the one place you need it. But your mouth parts to mimic his hesitantly, regardless of your lower protests. You copy him, gasping quietly into his mouth, before he pulls back.

He sits back then, grinning down at you on the floor below him, flushed and pouting. "Had to steal a kiss from the princess in secret," he jokes, "don't pout, I'll earn my next one."

"I... want another one," you murmur and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. His warm laughter bounces off the walls of the van.

"Next time, we've got to go," he chirps and pulls you up.

"Do I... look decent?" You ask untucking your hair and fluttering your hands over it, hoping it's not too obvious what you were doing in the back of the van.

"You look stunning," he urges with a wink and climbs up front.

More pounding startles you from the wall of the van.

"Not what I meant and you know it!" You hiss but he opens the passenger door and you both file out. You snag your bag from the front seat, leaving the unfinished wheel on the passenger seat instead.

"Oh, and Eddie," you call, turning towards the two boys, you fish your hand into the front pocket of your bag. "For that 'B'... and the extra credit." His eyes widen as you draw two polaroids out of your bag. You'd prepared six... just in case. Six you thought looked good. There were more among the ash in your fireplace at home that were awkward angles (close to twenty more).

You can't look as you draw them out, too indecisive on which ones he'd like. He's in front of you like an obedient dog in an instant, taking them like it's gospel.

"You were walking around all day with these in your locker?" He demands as Gareth tries to peek only to be met with a literal pushy Eddie. You grin, flushed deep pink, surely. His gaze goes gummy with heat again, melting under your soft seduction that you’re beginning to lean into. He was nothing but putty to your soft and genuine admiration of him. You’re finding how responsive he is to the warm and sticky center that he’s managed to find in the maze of your steel barricade.

"Bye, Eddie." You hum, thrilled with surprising and delighting him.

"Bye, Honey," Eddie teases back, dazed as you turn on heel.

"Have fun with your board game club," you toss back and manage to get Gareth to snort. Eddie's eyes narrow on your own form retreating towards your car.

"What's that?" You hear his friend demand.

"I'll take your hand off. You’re not looking." You smile to yourself, stealing glances over your shoulder as the boys roughhouse.

Your first kiss stolen with the most delicious thievery you’ve ever tasted; the ghosting memory enchants your lips. You can still feel the heat of his calloused hands drifting over your thrumming skin. The scent of him, wearing on the day, still clinging to you as you settle into your car.

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accirax · 3 months

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Fourth Anniversary Art Analysis

(Credits to DRDTdev for the art, obviously. Please support the original post.)

Yeah guys, this is definitely Charles, trust me. (/j)

In all seriousness, the reveal of what Teruko's brother (more or less) looks like got me thinking about a couple of things. I'd like to ramble about them in a space less directly linked to the public fourth anniversary art!

The first is that we've (basically) confirmed that Teruko's brother is older than her, something that I don't think we actually technically knew until now! I always got those kind of vibes, but it's nice to know for sure.

The second is something that most people have picked up on-- his white hair color. Between DRDT and altDRDT, the only people who we've seen with white hair up to this point are XF and Dandelion (I think those are the names people agreed upon???). Both of those seem... unlikely to be Teruko's brother, although, for what it's worth, they do both use he/him pronouns. That's not to say that Teruko's brother couldn't have dyed his hair after he and Teruko last parted, and still be someone else we know, like Teacher. However, I could also easily believe that DRDTdev may have wanted to draw this art as a soft disconfirmation of the "Teacher is Teruko's brother" theory before people got in too deep. It's too bad, though, I did like that one.

One of the reasons why I liked it was because of the synergy with Teruko's favorite color being red due to "association." However, even if Teruko's brother still is Teacher, it seems like he has no red in his design as of the last time Teruko saw him. I suppose red could still be his eye color, but I'm going to take this mean that Teruko's positive association with red is due to somebody else-- likely either Xander or Mai, or possibly still Teacher, but without him being her brother.

Lastly, and most importantly, I find it highly interesting that, at this point in time, Teruko's brother is shown with several scrapes and bandages, while Teruko has absolutely none. It got me thinking about the nature of Teruko's luck.

I wonder if Teruko's bad luck operates in a way where it will hurt whoever is around her until she's the only one left, at which point it has no one to attack but herself. (The only comparison I can think of is to the Death card in the card game Fluxx, so shout out if you know what I'm talking about.)

As long as Teruko is the "protagonist," her luck will go after the "side characters". But, if Teruko isolates herself, then the luck will go after the hero.

Now, there is a bit of contradictory evidence going on here, because Teruko has had unfortunate things happen to her since entering the killing game and being around other people. Most notably, the time that she slipped and fell while holding the cake, and when Xander tried to kill her. That's why I'm wondering if there's also an element of how much Teruko cares about these people involved. Like, if Teruko cares less about someone, they don't pop up as a "side character" punching bag as much. Or, if Teruko caring about someone is the inciting incident to turning an entire group of people into "side characters"-- that way, if she had no friends at any of the schools she attended, she could have avoided dooming them all.

Teruko cared a lot about Xander, so his betrayal was the tipping point. After she took one last blow, the scales tipped and more bad things started happening to the other students than to Teruko. Teruko falling down transformed into the much worse luck of Min dying. And, from then on, the "side characters" started taking the brunt of the bad luck (J's secret being revealed, Eden being bullied and threatened, Ace nearly dying, etc), while Teruko remained mostly fine.

If there is an element of how much Teruko cares about people involved, it would give her a lot of incentive to be a loner and actively make people dislike her.

Anyways, just a thought. This one is pretty off the cuff, so I wouldn't be surprised if I'm missing something or overstepping here.

Happy fourth anniversary DRDT, happy ???th birthday Mai, and a happy day to all of you!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #teruko tawaki #fanganronpa #i couldn't finish the mm theory for today but at least i have something to celebrate the anniversary #which i totally forgot was today #probably because i've never celebrated it before (<- started watching in may 2023)#if teruko's brother ISN'T teacher (or charles lmao) i wonder how/if he will impact the plot #maybe not at all #i'm not fully counting out teacher being her brother yet btw this could still be an intentional mislead #my theories

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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Ooooh wait the last breeding kink ask (where Dream fucks twins into Hob)- something you said at the end caught my attention. You mentioned after the birth Hob being in “creampie withdrawal” and, well….

Dream isn’t human. Dream is a supernatural entity. We can do whatever the fuck we want.

Like make Dream’s cum literally addictive.

Up to you whether Dream warns Hob before hand or not, but just imagine. After the first time Dream cums inside him, Hob feels soooo good. It’s almost a high, but…. cozier. Like he’s perfectly warm and relaxed. Afterwards, after a day or too for the cum to clear out, he starts feeling a little antsy. Irritable. He feels tense and can’t sleep as well as he had the previous nights.

Then Dream fucks him full of cum again.

The cycle repeats, but worse this time, it takes less time for him to feel tense and itchy and his pussy is throbbing no matter how much he mastrubates. The only thing that makes it better is Dream’s cum.

Pretty soon he’s completely hooked on Dream’s cum filling him up. He needs multiple loads plugged up inside him in order to get through his day, and sometimes even that isn’t enough and he ends up begging Dream to let him swallow as much as he can, to fill his stomach too.

It might not be exactly convenient (for Hob, that is), but Dream would never deny his darling anything. He wouldn’t want Hob to be uncomfortable with withdrawal, so obviously he has no choice but to keep fucking his mouth and pussy full of cum. It just makes him feel so good, and he begs so prettily.

If Dream maybe sometimes sees what he can get away with- what he can get Hob to do to earn his next fix, well. He always makes sure it’s worth it.

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Akajsjsjsn making feral noises

oooh I just love the idea of Dream using the fact that Hob now has this biological need for his cum. Of course Dream will always give him what he needs, but it's fun to draw it out and watch Hob squirm and beg. Like Dream will fuck just the tip of his cock into his darling's aching, throbbing pussy, and Hob gets a little relief from the fullness and the precum sliding over his labia, but it's still not enough! Dream will stay perfectly still and watch as Hob tries to thrust his hips up or wiggle himself more fully onto his cock. His sweaty, overheated body looks so utterly gorgeous with the red flush of desperation. And it's so cute when his eyes fill with tears! His voice goes all high pitched and needy as he pleads to be filled up. He even contacts Dream in the middle of a work day sometimes, because the cum he had plugged into him in the morning just wasn't enough.

And it really is such a good incentive to get him to do his chores. Desire for cum definitely outweighs adhd executive dysfunction, heh. Seeing the absolute relief on Hob’s face when he gets what he wants is ALWAYS a delight.

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darklyndivinely · 2 years

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What are you waiting for?

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Pairing(s) - Mammon x gn!reader

Summary - "I want to kiss you." "What are you waiting for?"

Warnings - Suggestive Content, Nudity, Implied Smut, heavy making out, no actual smut cause I'm not that confident, reader calls Mammon 'darling.'

Wordcount - 900

A/N - This turned out more sensual than I thought I was capable of lmao. And if that change of atmosphere in the middle is awkward, no it's not. Enjoy this horny shit I produced!

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“Mammon!” you call out, flicking the water from over your eyes to clear your vision. “Can you bring me my towel?”

Unlocking the latch on the bathroom door, you reach out a hand.

“Here ya are,” Mammon says.

“Thanks.”

When you step out a couple minutes later, the towel secure around your body, Mammon sits half-sprawled across your bed, soft sounds of a game emanating from his D.D.D. He looks up as you drop your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, eyes widening at your form. The device in his fingers slips as he sits up with a jerk, a strangled noise crawling past his lips. It was both surprising and pleasing that he never seemed to grow less flustered at the sight of your body.

“What are ya doin naked?!” he asks, face aglow with fluster.

You laugh merrily. He was so cute. “I just had a shower, Mammon. And see”—you gesture at the towel wrapped around you—“I’m not naked. Not really.”

“That ain’t doin’ anything for ya,” he says indignantly, eyes dragging down the length of you. “Go wear some real clothes!”

You twist a pout onto your lips, sidling closer to him. He tenses as you nudge yourself between his knees, a soft breath escaping him when your fingers caress his jacket. “Hmm, are you sure you don’t want me to stay in just this, Mammon?”

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He puffs out his chest against your hand, a poor attempt at appearing unperturbed. “Yes!”

You tilt your head at him, a sly smile edging your lips. “Your body, however, says something else, darling.” You gesture at the hand he hesitantly hovers over your waist. “If you want something, say it.”

His eyes waver between your lips and eyes, drawing downward to your hand that now rests at the crook of his neck. The silence of the room is tinged with his anxiety, broken only by the soft wind knocking against your window.

“Ya… Ya look hot,” he says, eyes blazing into yours. His hand becomes palpable against your spine, bringing your body closer. “I want to kiss you.”

You stifle the swoon in your voice. “What are you waiting for?”

Mammon needs no more incentive. He surges upward, the press of his fingers on your back growing stronger, and meets your lips with urgency. It’s a bit awkward in your current position—you standing between his legs and him reaching up, and yet your boyfriend makes up for it by the trail of fire he leaves across your tongue. There’s something incredibly addicting about it, in the way your lips lock, passion and desire falling together in sync like two lovers of the night.

You fist a hand in his hair, soft strands of ivory teasing your skin, and slant your lips deeper against his, pushing him back against the mattress. He moans in your mouth, the palm wound around your waist aiding your ascent onto him. You straddle his hips, supporting yourself with a hand beside his head. His exploration of your mouth increases in fervor, the full weight of your body atop him injecting liquid fire into his veins. Still, as his hand runs across your skin, the pure contact that he yearns for is restricted by that damned towel. He whines, tugging at it.

Amused, you push up onto your knees, inhaling lungfuls of heaving breaths, and yank at the knot that secured the cloth around you. It falls away. There’s a short beat before Mammon’s fingers reach the newly-exposed skin. The touch that you had expected to be hurried and impatient, instead, grazes over you softly. The simmering heat in the air crackles across your skin in soft embers. His marine eyes flit over you with a whisper of devotion, blunt nails dragging up your body like a prayer. It knocks the remaining air from your lungs.

You run a gentle hand over his jaw, drawing his eyes, and capture his lips again. They are impeccably soft against yours, the middle of his tongue cool with the taste of faint mint. Everything about him was so beautiful.

The hand at your waist flexes, fingers splaying wide across your lower back. The tender whispers he’d been uttering seem to speed up, gradually transforming into a medley of desire and eagerness. His hips, clothed in rough jeans, come to grind against your naked sex. The fizzing embers ignite back into a spray of molten fire.

You jerk back with a moan, body convulsing at the sharp stimulation. From beneath, Mammon grins up, pearly teeth and unadulterated glee, and loops a hand around your nape.

Swiftly he flips your positions, pressing you into the mattress with a drawn-out drag of his hips that rips another pleasurable sound out of your throat. He laughs beautifully, lovingly caressing your cheek before pulling away to his knees to shrug off his jacket.

Soon enough, he has peeled every layer of clothing off his body. You trace the path of his collarbone, inching down to his pecs, and scrape a nail against one of his nipples. He chokes on a guttural moan, lowering to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he says, breath fanning your cheek in arcs of emotion. “I love you so, so much.”

You smile against his lips. “I love you too, darling.”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 6 months

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Heeey, I really love your content, so could you maybe write about an ordinary day with Dead, a little bit fluff and making out.🥹♥️

A normal day

warning : fluff, kissing, cuddling, no use of Y/n, reader is fem

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Info : Thanks for the request and the kind words enjoy reading it and everybody else too ;)

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°A normal day would be now yes a normal day with Dead and his girlfriend together with the other boys. In the early morning hours when she would still be asleep the light would already be on in the common sleeping room.

°The day would always begin for the blond with a few drawings pictures he had seen in his sleep out of his longing of the dead. Wanted to get a few more albums cover ready before he would wake her. His cold hand stroked her cheek and she slowly woke up from the goosebumps. She looked at him a little annoyed and yet with a smile as he pulled her into a kiss. His excuse that always came.

°The morning that was always too early according to her was then at breakfast together she made sure that her love did not only eat ready-made pizzas. Sometimes she did not even feed him that he would have something against it however the incentive was then usually a further round on the Friedhoff which they made at break of the night mostly.

°,,If I didn't have you," he said, his hand resting on hers as they both drank their black espresso. Only darkness for the soul she thought to herself and smiled when she saw him taking a sip of milk in spite of it. He always did it, but there was a little lightness in his heart.

°From the shared apartment, the entire black coven met in the dilapidated house. The red run-down wooden house had clearly seen better days. But Dead and his heart were surprisingly handy and had already repaired the roof more than once at night at the request of their friend. But at the latest when he ended up laughing on the floor below, they decided to do it by day.

°While the band was rehearsing and she wasn't listening, she was giving some hints and playing the guitar herself, writing some poems, cleaning the house or trying not to let the garden in the backyard of the house die. The garden in which she had also planted dark roses, which surprisingly were Dead's favorite flowers.

°The rehearsals were usually so loud that she hummed along and shouted a little. She knew his lyrics by heart and practiced with him whenever they had time. Before they all together either what in the snacks in the city hollten or the pancakes devoured she had made them all. Much to her delight, the boys were all over her. ,,My cooking is the best," she mumbled and took one herself before sitting down next to Dead on the couch.

°The rehearsal continued for a while before they both headed back home. Hand in hand and even if he didn't want it at first he liked the contact. She gave him a kiss again and again and she felt how he stroked her fingers. Again and again they talked about new lyrics, album covers and new artworks.

°When they were back in the apartment and cuddling on the couch watching horrofilms. The snacks flowed while she felt his fingers tracing gentle circles over her fingers up to her arms and pulling her to him. Apparently he decided to leave kisses on her hat before he pulled her onto his shot. That the day ended with more than just cuddling and kisses for them both was as clear to them as the hell.

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@icarus-star

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momo-t-daye · 6 months

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The watchers in the water

The mermaids might be watching, the older students tell the first years.

They speak with their back to the windows, the shadows of fish flitting past.

No! Don’t look! That’s very suspicious behavior, my friend. The light in the water is dim, it is easier for them to see us than for us to see them.

Now, you must learn a few Mermish signs, it is only polite. Bend your fingers this way and then flick your wrist like so to say hello. Flutter your hand with these fingers curled and these two extended to say goodbye. Yes, it is difficult, their fingers have more joints than ours and the webbing on their hands helps hold the sign in place. Here is how to spell your name with the syllables their mouths can make. Oh? Their mouths can say your name perfectly? Add a mistake to the name you give them. Just in case they decide to call to you when you're out at night to lure you into the water. Kids, those aren’t the teeth of an herbivore.

Stop staring! Don’t make that face. They might be watching us right now.

Did you know? Albus Dumbledore speaks Mermish.

Yes, of course that is why you must learn to greet the mermaids at the very least. Mermaids are very keen to communicate, they’ll usually come up to the window and there we can see them clearly.

Just watch what you tell them, you can’t trust them to keep your secrets, not from the Headmaster.

No! Don’t let them know that you know they could talk to him! That will only raise their suspicions and his. You must never let them know we know they’re watching us.

No! You can’t just ignore them, that sort of rudeness will look suspicious too. The mermaids will follow you from the Common Room to your dormitory and watch you from the dark water every night. You don’t want them scratching at the windows and singing your name for attention, do you?

Use their signs to talk to them, we don't want them trying to learn how to read our lips. Yes, they might know how already, but if they don't you shouldn't give them any ideas or incentive to learn.

You can ask them for advice, they love giving advice almost as much as they enjoy watching us, but you really shouldn’t take their advice. They’ll report you right away if you do and frankly I would too. Cannibalism is frowned on, children, there are tidier ways to get over heartbreak, poor grades, and a loss on the Quidditch pitch.

Ah, yes, I know they’re at the window now, I know you can see them watching us. You can see fifteen of them? Twenty? There will be more out of sight.

Do not look at their teeth! That’s very rude and will attract their attention. They can and will remember your face. Stay calm!

Now, hold your left hand down like so and take your right hand, bend these two fingers like this, and move the right hand around slowly from the mouth to your left hand. Good, now you are telling them you ate a big meal.

We will teach you Mermish sign, children, it is very important that you be polite and not attract suspicion. Just be careful what you do when they might be watching you and always be careful what you tell the mermaids.

Because, you know, we’re all watching you too.

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Because drawing fish staring at Snape from the windows is fun and I had a fun time chatting with @dastardly-lemondrops about the potential for/perceived possibility of near constant surveillance at Hogwarts (and specifically the Slytherin dorms), and because I also like the idea of Slytherin students using a signed language to communicate with mermaids (...and because I also like scary mermaids), I tossed together a fast ficlet.

...and because the thought of Slytherin students being paranoid that the mermaids might be spying on them in their Common Room/dorms for Dumbledore (even if he wasn't! Like, it does not matter what Dumbles is doing because he COULD talk to the mermaids and asking if he is would only lead him to doing so) would have made Hogwarts seem even less safe for Severus as a student (since the Marauders with their map and invisibility cloak could find and torment him everywhere else in the castle)

#my fic

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whumpycries · 6 months

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For single word prompt- fervor

thanks for the prompt!

cw: starvation, blood drinking, gaslighting, slavery whump, vampire whumper, human whumpee.

takes place sometime after part 5 (a couple weeks, probably)

Rowan cared for August’s health. Enough to want to keep him alive, at least. But having to use his venom on the prince every time he wanted to feed him was a bit much. Granted, it had only been a few days, but it was starting to get on his nerves. It meant he couldn’t trust him to eat when Rowan wasn’t present.

So. Incentives.

It was day four without food. Rowan hadn’t actually drunk any blood from August in those days, of course. But August didn’t know that.

When Rowan entered his bedroom, August was crumpled on the floor, curled into a ball as much as the chain around his ankle would allow. He shouldn’t be uncomfortable, per say, the rug Rowan had on his floor was perfectly plush and perfectly comfortable.

But hunger has a way of making people feel not quite so at ease.

August stirred a bit when Rowan stepped closer to him, lifting his head, his bloodshot eyes slightly unfocused as they settled on Rowan.

Rowan smiled, crouching down and tugging August’s wrist towards himself.

August let out a low, whimpering noise, and tried to tug his wrist back towards himself, shaking his head as his eyes widened and his focus sharpened with stark terror. “No,” he moaned, “No, please.”

His voice was weak, croaky. Very whiny too.

“Come on, darling. You were the one who wanted to go on a hunger strike. That doesn’t mean that I go on a hunger strike too. That should have been obvious.”

He lifted his wrist to his mouth, kissing the insides of it, lips pressing over the older, scabbed over bite marks. Sooner or later, August would start looking like a very well loved chew toy. Rowan couldn’t wait for it. But he couldn’t rush it; the prince could be quite fragile at times. Wouldn’t do to overwhelm him so soon.

“I’ll eat!” August gasped out as Rowan nipped him slightly, not drawing blood yet, “Please, I’ll eat. I- I don’t want to die. Please, sir.”

Oh, a sir. August was truly learning in leaps and bounds. He’d begged the day before too, but hadn’t used any kind of title for Rowan.

Still, Rowan pulled on a mask of sternness. “You’re not doing me a favour by eating, August.”

August flinched at his tone, looking away, and Rowan took that second to let his lips stretch into a delighted grin. He bent his head and bit down on August’s wrist, drawing a gasp from him as he sucked in a big gulp of blood.

August started crying.

Rowan didn’t drink more than that one sip, though. Just the way he’d been doing the last few days. One sip, and then nothing. Except his mouth stayed latched onto the wrist, his other hand moving up and into August’s hair, stroking and pulling, not quite gentle, but not very painful either. Distracting enough that August never really figured out that Rowan wasn’t drinking.

This man had never starved in his life before, he didn’t know how weak one felt after starving. He didn’t have a point of comparison to make, to know whether his weakness was normal for someone being starved and drained of blood at the same time.

He’d learn, though. Sooner or later, he’d learn.

When Rowan finally pulled away, licking the wound closed, August’s eyes were vacant, and he was shaking all over. Rowan shushed him, releasing Rowan’s wrist and using the now free hand to stroke a hand down August’s back in a soothing gesture.

He really was quite afraid of dying.

He really didn’t know just how much Rowan wanted him. Alive.

“You can eat,” he murmured in August’s ear, and felt him go very, very still against him.

“W-what?”

Rowan gestured with one arm to the plate of some fruits he’d brought with himself. Neatly cut into pieces for August’s convenience. Something that would go down easy after four days of nothing but water.

That had been one thing that Rowan would have force fed down August’s throat if he hadn’t drunk it willingly. Dehydration made blood taste disgustingly thick and unappetising.

August didn’t take more prompting from him, lunging towards the plate, chain rattling as he grasped it and started shovelling the fruits in his mouth with a desperate fervour. He clutched at it with a white knuckled death grip, quite clearly afraid that Rowan would snatch it away any second.

Rowan had no intention of doing that; at least as long as the lesson stuck.

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the-me-in-my-dreams · 10 months

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These are so incredibly deeply old drawings and my style has changed so much since then xD It was also a simpler time before all the crap with Rowling and I know that's soured so many on Harry Potter and I don't blame them. But I found these again and really wanted to share.

Anyway, a long, long time ago, I made up an AU where everything was the same, but Harry was one of triplets, with a younger sister and brother, Heather and Henry. He was still The Boy Who Lived and the one Voldemort went after but now he didn't grow up totally alone (and the Dursley's had to put them in the second bedroom sooner as three kids no matter how scrawny arnt gonna fit into a broom closet)

Harry was the balance between the shy Heather and the brash Henry. Where as Harry responds to confilict with snark, Henry hits back literally, and Heather tries to stay out of it and usually ends up patching the boys up after. Throughout the series the other siblings would learn both restraint and courage as Harry grows as well.

The boys ended up in Gryffindor together while Heather went to Hufflepuff, the first time they'd ever really been separated, and its a bit hard for all of them. But they still stay close throughout their school days (I felt in this hypothetical version of the books this would give us an excuse to actually see the Hufflepuff dorms in canon. Plus, logistically, they really wouldn't all end up in the same house)

Harry still gets very into Quidditch, Heather turns her talent at patching up her brothers (mostly Henry) to Herbology and wants to become a Healer at St Mungo's. Henry for all his boldness is actually afraid of heights (and dogs, blame Sirius startling him as a baby) and its Malfoy sending him off on a broom after he tries to get back Neville's rememberall in their first lesson and Harry having to save him that gets Harry's flying noticed. But Henry takes this as a point to improve his ability to fight in the magical world and actually gets really into dueling (he's incredibly disappointed by Lockheart's Dueling Club and tries to get it going for real after).

In year one Heather solves the Devil's Snare trial, and the troll is still awake in this AU and Henry gets to fight it (having learned from their first battle in the bathroom) but also gets knocked about so Heather stays behind to get him and Ron patched up with Hermione so Harry still faces Voldemort alone.

Henry also gets Petrified in book 2 after a fight with Harry which gives Harry even more personal incentive to track the true Heir down and stop them. Heather stays with him and Hermione in the Infirmary trying to help Madame Pomfrey.

Henry is both pleased to find out he doesn't need to make up his exams when he's de-petrified, and furious that he missed out on the chance to punch a giant snake. Or Voldemort. Or both.

Book Three sees Henry not letting Snape get off with trying to posion Neville's toad and calling him out on his crappy behavior.

Henry, being the actual spitting image of James with no Lily's eyes to even remotely stave Snape's loathing actually almost gets himself hexed pretty bad when Snape, letting his emotions again get the better of him, agrees to duel a /thirteen/ year old out-of spite (and the chance to bully James Potter in miniature)

Luckily Dumbledore steps up for once as an actual sensible adult and chews Snape out hard for it.

Henry loses sooo many points for Gryffindor over the years with his Cast First Think Second tendencies. He would get detention byt that would mean Snape would have to be in the same room with him for even longer, and Henry doesn't grit hisbteeth and shoot out one sarcastic comment like Harry does, he talks and constantly.

Snape avoids looking at or interacting with Heather at all costs. His policy seems to be torment Harry and Henry and ignore her existence as much as possible. (This was mostly kid me playing with "How would Snape change with Mix and Matched Potter-Evans traits--oh and Albus Potter is not named after Snape in this for sure :p )

I had the whole Canon Divergance AU planned out, down to what happened to each of them after Hogwarts (and a few fun AU AUs, like one where the kids are lovingly raised by Wolfstar instead of the Dursley's, and a The Potter Parents Live one thstvwas just domestic fluff) but this was all the art I did that I could find. So I'll end with the triplets asking their newly aquired Godfather a pertinent question:

Harry:" Hey if you're our Godfather...then you can answer a Really Important Question for us"

Sirius: "Uh, sure. What is it?"

All Three: " Who's the Oldest?"

(This is something they argue about constantly as kids anytime they want to Pull Rank and Harry is rather smug to find out its him x)

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justatalkingface · 1 year

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Wasn't Mt Lady a corrupt hero at first?

So, I'd like to start this off by apologizing to you, Anon. I did not intend to let this sit in my drafts nearly as long as it has been; I just haven't been in the right place to just sit down and type everything out until now.

The thing is with Mt Lady, or rather, early on Mt Lady, is she's.... corrupt, but she's not majorly so (though Stain would, of course, disagree). She is perhaps the most average person/hero we've had any informational development on. Most heroes we get a look at are upper case H Heroes, that don't match the corruption talked about in story, but Mt Lady is, or was, a view of that mundane hero who wasn't terrible, wasn't murdering people or beating their spouses, but wasn't good, either.

So the thing is the the first thing we see her do is kill steal, and oh, there is so much to unpack there, just by me saying that phrase and having it fit perfectly.

There are mountains of implications to not only that phrase, but the fact that it worked: to start with, it implies that this isn't unique to Mt Lady.

Kamui Woods had the man cornered, was posed to bring him down, and she steals the capture, and the glory, at the last minute. He doesn't protest this, or argue, or even say WTF, he's just depressed. In other words, this is normal, to some extent, this isn't just Mt Lady doing something unprecedented, and that 'stealing' this 'kill', AKA, capturing this villain, was something worth fighting over. Heroes are not cooperating, but are in fact actively competing with each other, for the resources that are criminals.

This is something that's actually genius with how it's presented to us, because it's understated, but this one scene just says so much about the society they're living in, and about heroic society as a whole, and how deeply fucked up it has become.

Mt Lady is developed more in the notes, and we find out she's so desperate for money to pay for the damages caused by her Quirk because, you know, she causes massive property damage all the time.

But.

This is an understandable motive, and it makes her more of a real person than just some greedy asshole, yet this begs a question: should she be a hero, if she can't do it without causing thousands, if not millions, in damages everytime she uses her Quirk?

Mt Lady's Quirk is a powerful one, but it's something she can't actually control, is the thing: if she's using it, something is going to be destroyed, even if her costume is designed to mitigate it, because she just becomes that big and that heavy. In becoming a hero, she became locked into a vicious cycle of doing heroic deeds to pay the bills, which in the process of doing this causes more bills for her to pay which necessitate even more heroics from her. This cycle, destructive as it is, is apparently fuel for her to be a very active hero, which is the logic behind her being part of the Kamino raid (totally not because she's a hot woman that Hori wanted to draw more often), but we still have to ask: does she cause more damage than she prevents?

Fuck if we know, honestly, because that's a cost/benefit ratio we have no way to possibly answer, but the fact is there's nothing in story that implies that anyone has actually asked this question about her, or anyone else, for that matter. There is, from what we can tell, no actual accountability to heroes as long as they pay the bills or murder someone on national TV... and heroes are uniquely posed to pay these bills easily, and Mt Lady is a bit of an aberration in how much trouble she's having with them.

There's the money they make from their hero-ing, as little as that developed, but from that direction they apparently only make money from crime, only on commision. So, I get that just paying them to exist with nothing to ensure that they actually are working would be messed up, but you have to admit there are some.... perverse incentives to a set up like this. Every hero we've seen is improbably Good and Kind, but this is something that could be easily abused, and with the set up we have for this setting? Probably has been, and often.

Let me bring this back to what I said earlier, that heroes are competing with other heroes to capture villains. As a job, an actual, functional job, being a hero isn't about preventing crime, it's about profiting off it. Every villain we've seen, every crime they've committed, every building filled with people they've destroyed? To a hero, that isn't a tragedy, that's a paycheck. The other major way heroes make money as heroes is by saving people, and the people they save? Are endangered by villains. Technically, earthquakes and fires and the like would also qualify, but the thing is with that, though? Earthquakes don't happen on the regular, and heroes are paid on commision. Without villains to endanger people, there's no way a rescue hero could have any sort of stable income.

If there aren't villains, in other words, then a hero isn't going to be paid as a hero.

So now we look at the side jobs, the others ways they can have an income; modeling and commercials being the only ones we know of, though we can try and guess at others (does Gunhead have a dojo for his martial arts?). Then there's the merchandising. In the early chapters, which established a lot of the normal day to day stuff before Izuku became increasingly disconnected from an average person's life, hero branded products were all over, and if the pictures in the outmakes are legit? Both Midnight and Mt Lady have cosmetics (and there's something about Midnight, who's power puts people to sleep who smell her, having a perfume that makes me raise an eyebrow).

In other words? As long as a hero is popular, not even particularly active, but just loved by the public? The money can just roll in, and the system itself is seemingly designed to incentivize this behavior in them. There are technically consequences to destroying things, but as long as you're.... not Mt Lady, basiclly, these consequences are minimal, probably because there's some sort of heroic insurance or something to prevent a hero from being bankrupted, or they just make that much money.

If you want to be a hero, you need to find a lot of people to arrest, a lot of people in danger, or you need to become a celebrity. And as long as you can do these things successfully, you're going to end up with a lot of cash, and there's very little holding you back doing whatever you want.

With what we've seen about Mt Lady's motives, before she was whitewashed in Generic Hero #274, is that she wants to famous, that she's hungry for attention, adoration from the public, a classic corrupt hero. But with what we know about the system she's in, the way it is forcing her to act just to stay solvent, you have to wonder: is that why she wanted to be a hero? For the fame, for the glory?

Or did heroic society make her into that?

#ask #I'm really sorry it took this long to answer this #mha critical #bnha critical #the failure of the development of heroic society and corruption

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inchidentally · 4 months

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U wanna analyse this? The words kinda made me sad: https://www.planetf1.com/news/peter-windsor-oscar-piastri-negative-impact-lando-norris

oh babe that one's easy bc not only did Lando have his best season yet by a long shot, he has many many times publicly credited it to Oscar pushing him and giving him the kind of competition that he's needed. as in he's said it so many times it would take me hours to screenshot all of them. Andrea and Zak have said it too, and actually the article itself even admits it. at the very last race Lando said how much Oscar has brought and that Lando himself has learned from him.

so big shock, "planetf1" faked a headline for clicks lol.

just to get ahead of the inevitable doom and gloom that sports media posts for engagement, let me pass on what I learned while in hockey fandom:

if the headline is dramatic, it's fake and don't give it clicks and ad rev. if it's not something like "grosjean leaps through fireball" which is easily verifiable then trust me, they won't be able to back it up in the article. remember when Lando did the landolog of him and Oscar karting in Italy and how much fun they had? at the beginning, he joked that Oscar had been a "little snake" for getting there early and practicing. he literally laughed while he said it. but sure enough, headlines on sites w names like F1dotcomBizFunHorny4U had "McLaren's Norris calls teammate Piastri a snake".

negative stories get engagement and melodrama gets even more. they'll worry about fixing it to not get sued way down in the article under the tenth video ad.

if the article was cribbed/didn't get a direct interview with a named source with an actual role within a team then it's either fake or stretched beyond reality for engagement.

even quotations can get chopped to hell and misplaced to fake a story - like people seeing Pierre explain his lack of relationship with Esteban by saying that other drivers might not be close friends either and to not make assumptions. despite quotes from those other drivers that they do in fact like their teammate (Carlos actually said this about him and Charles to Esteban and Pierre on the fanstage at Vegas). if people want to go hogwild with a quote to fit their negative personal narrative then they will. sites that exist solely for ad revenue and sponsorships will do everything to draw those fans in.

if DTS ever lands on the truth it's because that storyline wasn't worth the time in post twisting it into lies. so the fact that Oscar and Lando haven't had melodrama between them and keep saying how well they work together and like each other could mean that we get some unedited actual decent content! but since the 2023 season was so boring it might mean that the editors decide to do a hatchet job and bring in the usual talking heads to fabricate a drama between them. it ultimately doesn't matter bc DTS is only good for f1blr so that we can pull stuff for memes and gifs etc. when Lando recorded his viewing of some of the seasons he spent most of it laughing.

also this isn't the 80s or 90s or even early 00s Formula 1. the drivers are expected to stay much more even keeled out of respect for their teams and even the Pierre/Esteban situation (jsyk I do know their childhood history) isn't like they're out for each other's throats. they have a solely professional relationship now and they'd both agree that being civil is much better than not having an F1 seat. drivers are also way too busy nowadays with their own sponsorships and work outside racing to sit and fester these crazy rivalries in bars and pubs - as well as the media duties for their team that are way more since Liberty Media took over.

every set of teammates will experience ups and downs and tensions but they also have every incentive to get over it and not fuck up their work environment. especially at McLaren where Andrea and Zak now take a hard line about the drivers cooperating at all times for the sake of the team, that's never going to spiral into the kind of drama that media want. Lando beating himself up this season is because he's 5 years in and dying for that win, it's his mentality and it clearly didn't stop him from snatching podiums and points anyway. does he envy Oscar's sprint win, of course!! but if he hated or even resented Oscar for that Sprint win then he wouldn't keep bringing it up on Oscar's behalf all the time. he would do like other resentful teammates have done and simply avoid talking about it at all.

tl;dr anon, for your own sake please customize your F1 media experience or it'll drive you crazy <3 and just to say, I don't look at anything but F1.com or AP news to get updates on anything and I don't pay attention to anything else.

#inchreplies #I hope this isn't talking down to you anon I'm just wanting it to be helpful #and some folks aren't aware just how much wider f1 journalism straight up tells lies #wank adjacent #but not really

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princess-ibri · 1 year

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Queen Narissa Villainess Backstory!

Been waiting till after Disenchanted to do this one incase it gave me any new information I could use to craft a backstory for her and it did! Along with some ideas for a backstory for Giselle!!

Born Nora Ladon

Originally from Our World, was a secretary in 1970s New York

Was dissatisfied with her lot and wanted a more magical life, where she had real opportunity for advancement and maybe even love

Started getting into magic, and eventually met a real magical user, someone who had crossed over from Andalasia/The Everrealm in the past into Our World, who provided her with magical training and knowledge of how to get to Andalasia

There she changed name to Narissa, the name of a sea nymph in mythology, as tribute to her water based abilities

(I headcanon that all humans who use magic are naturally drawn to one of the four elements as a base from which they can use magic)

Narissa used her magical talents and beauty to enter into court life as the Royal Magical Advisor to the King and Queen of Andalasia

During this time she discovered Queen Grimhilde's secret lair beneath the castle and started learning Dark Magic from her spell books to further her ambitions

(Andalasia is Snow White's kingdom in my personal canon)

Eventually she fell in love with a young knight of the court named Albrecht, but though he cared for her his heart was already falling for another, a beautiful forest nymph called Myrthe

The two wed in secret to hide from Narissa's wrath, and had a child, a daughter called Giselle

Albrecht hid his wife and daughter in a house he's built for them around Myrthe's tree

But Narissa discovered the pair and exacted her vengeance upon them

Myrthe managed to save Giselle with the help of the local animals, who hid her, and later raised her in the tree house after Albrecht and Myrthe demise

All that was left of their souls joined together to create the memory tree that grew next to their old home, preserving and tending to their daughter's memories as she grew

Narissa, now fully committed to darkness, decided to move up in the world once more, determined to become Queen of Andalasia

She slowly got rid of the royal family on by one, a sudden sickness here, an accident with a dragon there

She only kept Edward alive as he's a true son of Andalasia,and had access to Andalasian magic in a way that she, a person born of Our World, could never have. She used this connection he had to "feed" off him to gain extra power in her own spells, as well as using this extra magic/magic draining to keep him innocent and compliant

She fears Edward getting married as she knows that if he gets True Love's Kiss it will break the spells she's created to use him.

When she realizes who Giselle is, the daughter of the man she she felt betrayed her , she has extra incentive to get rid of her, both from petty jealousy and as she knows that Giselle possess inherent magic as well as the Daughter of a Nymph, (which is how she can create musical numbers and talk to animals still in Our World) and so could be a powerful rival if she learned to use her magic intentionally

This is also why she wants Edward to come back to Andalasia alive. So she can continue using him as a power boost.

This is also the reason Narissa can't create any more poisoned apples once those three are used, she's become too dependent on using Edward and with him gone her magic is weakening. She starts to draw on him again in Our World, which is how she can transform into a dragon, but she over exerts her stores, and as Edward is fighting back against her finally and Giselle is as well, unknowingly using her own magic, Narissa is eventually drained and this is why she disintegrates into nothing.

I wanted to give Narissa more of a personal reason to hate Giselle/give Giselle a backstory that better linked her to the villain and the fairytale she originally came from in the movie (as well as some nods to the Ballet which shares her name). Plus it adds some extra in story weight to Narissa calling Giselle "the one who started it all", rather than just a call back to Snow White

Also made her mother a Nymph based on these early concept drawings for Giselle

I like to think this is what her mother looked like and she gets her red hair from her father

If you liked this check out the #villain backstory tag for more!

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antilocaprine · 1 year

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kiss prompt 47 please? 👉👈

(Kiss Prompt List)

This is it. The Final Kiss Prompt. I finally got them all cleared from my inbox. We climbed this whole mountain. Everyone give yourselves a pat on the back. (And a thousand thanks to Peach, who helped me brainstorm a plot when I was drawing a blank on this prompt.)

47: ...out of spite.

Gordon hit the ground with a clang like a cymbal crash, and Bubby booed from the top of the ladder.

“Hurry up, Gordon, we’re going to be late!”

“It’s - I can’t - I only have one hand, dude!” Gordon flailed the bloody stump in the air. Bubby huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Excuses, excuses,” he said, then looked over his shoulder and darted away. “Tommy, stop that! I want some!”

“Christ,” Gordon hissed, letting his sweaty forehead rest against the cool metal railing with a thunk.

“hey, wow, what’s wrong with you? can’t even…d’you need to uh, download a ladder pack? huh? need a skill check?”

“I will fucking murder you,” Gordon replied in a conversational tone, not moving his head.

“that’s not very nice,” Benrey muttered. “can you, uh…can you move, then? so i can go?”

Gordon turned around and thumped his shoulders against the ladder rungs, squarely blocking the way as he leveled a glare at Benrey.

“No. Fuck you. You can fucking - teleport, or some shit. Did you forget I saw you drop out of the goddamn sky earlier? Go do that.”

“huh? no i didn’t.”

“Yes you did, you motherfucker! I saw you! There was a cactus there!”

Benrey smirked. “that doesn’t sound right. i don’t like, uh….cactuses.”

“It’s ‘cacti,’” Gordon snapped.

“what is?”

“The plural of - of cactus.” Gordon felt like he was losing control of the conversation, but forged on regardless. “It’s not cactuses, it’s cacti.”

Benrey shrugged. “okay. weird. can you move, please?”

Gordon leaned back harder and awkwardly crossed his arms as much as he could without dripping too much more blood over his one remaining hand. “No.”

Benrey hummed, glancing up at the platform the other scientists had already scaled, then looking back at the tunnel they’d all just come through. “okay, fine,” he sighed. “if you let me up i’ll, uh, give you a kiss.”

“You’ll - what?” Gordon nearly choked.

“you heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t,” Gordon replied weakly. “Why do you - in what world would that be an incentive to me?”

“i dunno, man,” Benrey shrugged. “you’re the one who keeps, uh, eatin’ my balls. sayin’ my voice is pretty. i’m just -”

“Your voice is not pretty,” Gordon interrupted. “Your - it’s the sweet voice, the - the singing -”

“i’ve heard you,” Benrey said mildly. “no take-backs.”

“It’s not a take back, okay, it’s - I never said that in the first place, it’s you putting words in my mouth -”

“you wish i put stuff in your mouth,” Benrey muttered, and Gordon sputtered at him.

“Why would I even want to kiss you, huh? Because I don’t. At all.”

Benrey glanced at the top of the ladder again, and Gordon tipped his head back as well to make sure the others weren’t poking their heads over like a peanut gallery.

“i guess that makes sense,” Benrey said, and Gordon looked back down to see him inspecting his nails. He kept losing and regaining the chipped black nail polish, to the point that Gordon wasn’t sure it was even real - but he had it now, and seemed unperturbed by the cracked state of his nails. “i mean,” he continued, “i wouldn’t want to kiss someone this good if i was, uh, that bad.”

“Excuse me?”

“s’common sense,” Benrey shrugged. “you prob’ly don’t have the, uh, skillset for that either. gotta…level up first. ladders, kissing - you’re really…not prepared for all this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gordon snapped, flailing his good arm at Benrey. “Don’t tell me I suck at kissing when you - you don’t know shit!”

“yeah, well, you’re obviously scared to, so…”

“I am not scared to, okay, I just have no desire to - you - you’re the one who brought it up!”

“what, are you thinkin’ bout kissin’ all day?”

“What? No!” Flustered and confused by the direction this conversation had gone in, Gordon spun around and grabbed the ladder again, kicking his foot up and starting to climb. But he’d only made it three steps before his boot slipped on a rung and he barked his shins on the railing as he was forced to let go and drop back to the floor with a clang.

Gordon glared at the offending rungs at the base of the ladder. He wasn’t sure if it was his or someone else’s, but something had recently dripped enough blood on the bottom two rungs that the boots of the HEV suit were slipping - and without the balance of two hands to hold himself up, Gordon was at a disadvantage.

“wow, don’t hurt yourself,” Benrey said from behind Gordon, and he hunched his shoulders and fought the urge to rip the ladder off the wall and beat Benrey to death with it.

“Shut up,” he said instead. “Shut the fuck up, don’t -”

Somewhere above them, something exploded. Gordon flinched and glared up at the top of the platform.

“Fuck, we have to get up there.” Then he turned and looked at Benrey - at his two good hands, and his one good gun. “What am I saying, I’m useless in a fight right now. You have to get up there; they might be in trouble.”

“yeah? well, let me by, then.”

Gordon’s mouth twisted in distaste, but he stepped aside. “Ladder’s slippery,” he said as Benrey trotted past him.

“uh-huh,” Benrey replied scathingly, and scurried up the ladder like a fucking lemur.

“Goddammit,” Gordon snarled, and followed him laboriously, setting both feet before moving his hand, keeping his severed arm tucked close to the chestpiece of the HEV suit.

More gunshots echoed overhead, and Gordon even heard a couple bullets sing by as they flew over his head. Another explosion rattled the ladder and he had to pause and just hold on as concrete dust and rust flakes rained down on him from the ceiling. All in all, he was pretty fucking pleased with himself when he hauled his sore body over the top of the ladder and collapsed onto the platform.

“Two out of ten on the dismount,” Bubby’s voice yelled from several yards away. Facedown on the concrete, Gordon raised his hand and flipped him off.

“why not one out of ten?” Benrey asked, from slightly closer.

“Well, he’s not actually dead,” Bubby replied, then there was a whoosh of flame and his cackling grew more distant.

Gordon growled and dragged himself upright in stages. He swayed on his feet for a moment until his head stopped spinning, then walked carefully away from the bloodstained ladder. Benrey stood with his back to Gordon, idly spinning his gun around one finger. The others appeared to be further down the single corridor. At least Gordon didn’t have to make a choice on which way to go: he could just follow the explosions.

Benrey glanced up as Gordon drew even with him. “wow, good job completing the ladder level,” he droned. “tomorrow we’ll, uh, start on stairs.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Gordon said pleasantly. “What happened to the kissing level, huh?”

“nah,” Benrey shook his head. “you’re way too, uh, underpowered. gotta level up more before you could even try to hold your own.”

Gordon snorted. “Is that so? And what - what evidence is that judgment based on, you dick?”

“i know things,” Benrey said primly. “gordon freeman sucks at kissing. everyone knows that.”

Gordon’s jaw clenched, and he darted a glance down the corridor to make sure it was empty of both friends and foes. Once he knew there were no witnesses, he reached up and snagged Benrey’s jaw, tugging his face around and up.

“bwuh?” Benrey said.

Gordon ducked his head and kissed him with spiteful intensity. He pulled out all the stops, working their mouths together, darting his tongue out to dance across the seam of Benrey’s lips, then biting Benrey’s lower lip and tugging it sharply as he pulled back. When Gordon straightened up, Benrey sagged against him, both hands gripping the HEV suit like he would fall down without its support.

“Don’t even try to score that, I know it was ten out of ten,” Gordon said, trying to disguise his hammering heartbeat. Benrey looked too dazed to notice anything - he was flushed bright red and his eyes were glassy and shocked. Gordon snorted and unhooked his hands one at a time from the HEV suit. Benrey swallowed, then stepped back, still holding the pistol in one hand. He gave it a halfhearted twirl and fumbled his grip.

The pistol went off, firing up at an angle. A moment later, a bloody pigeon smacked into the concrete and bounced, leaving a puff of feathers where it hit the ground. Gordon and Benrey both stared at it.

“i, uh…i didn’t mean to do that,” Benrey mumbled.

“It happens to plenty of guys,” Gordon said, his voice only slightly strangled. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

He could only keep a straight face for a moment, though. It lasted until Benrey turned a betrayed expression on him, and then he had to take off, whooping laughter echoing off the corridor walls as he hurried after the rest of their group.

Benrey would follow him, Gordon knew that. He would watch his back, if only to try to get revenge for the kissing thing later. And if it involved more kissing…well. Gordon touched his lips, still grinning. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #blood #swearing #animal death (pigeon)#vague reference to premature ejaculation #ladders are hard for everyone #i suppose that could be a metaphor too #peachquarters #don't think this means i won't accept any more kiss prompts #i've just had at least one in my inbox for like five months #so this is very exciting for me

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zestyaahbutler · 11 months

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Howdy! Since you're friends with Athena and your askbox is open to requests, I just wanna drop in a proposal for a fun writing idea to take and run with if you want to! Think of it more as a proposal than a request lol. (You draw real good, too.)

Consider writing a bit of slice of life where a fatherly Walter teaches his not quite teenaged boss Integra a bit about gardening. Shows her a bit of gardening in the hopes she adopts a new hobby and won't grow up in a completely dark and dreary place as the new Hellsing heir. Those roses could always be an estate favorite.

Those That Grow in Their Place

The successor of the Hellsing family treaded behind her butler while the dreamy morning sky was still waking up around them. Her usual confident pace was replaced with a much slower one. It could be the rubber boots that she was instructed to put on, it wasn’t something she would opt to wear on her own accord. Walter hadn’t even opted for a change in his usual attire. She could only wonder why exactly she was accompanying him to the garden at such an early hour. Integra’s hands occasionally went up to push up her glasses and rub her eyes.

“Have you still not been sleeping well? You can always take a nap after we’re done,” he commented on her state instantly. For the past few months after what happened, she hadn’t been in the best state of mind to rest. Yet, resting was all she was recommended to do when she opened up. Any words of comfort he tossed her way brushed up against an already forming callous that served to wall Integra off.

“I’m not a child, I can manage getting up a little earlier than usual.” She hadn’t even stopped to look at him. It was scathing how prone she was to reject any sort of coddling now. Months prior, she would have begged her butler for five more minutes in bed or even admit she would take the nap.

The fear she must have experienced that day he was absent had to have been unimaginable. Running away from her uncle, someone who was advised to protect her and act as a guide. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, nor was his place of blame in the matter. But it never meant he felt no sympathy or guilt for what he organized.

What mattered was that she was fine. In one piece. If anything, with enough delusion and effort, he believed that same little girl he saw before could come back.

“I thought you might enjoy helping me with the garden to start off the weekend, you’ve had quite the busy week so I thought it would help clear your head.” His tone was smooth as if what he was just thinking had never occurred. She didn’t say much to this, only reflecting on what occurred in one of numerous weeks of work. The two-day meeting she attended with the roundtable. As nerve-wracking as it was to attend as the leader of Hellsing with added expectations, she was still regarded as a child. Even Pennwood would look to Walter to confirm her statements on events regarding the supernatural.

“You seemed like you had a busier week than I did,” she almost pouted. Somehow what he had said soured her mood even more. The listless shuffling of her boots filled in more than she needed to express.

“I am assisting a busy young lady,” he attempted to soothe her. “It’s only natural to become busier as you become more capable, Miss Integra” Her brows softened. A tinge of hope of having diffused her mood glimmered as they came upon the gate of the garden. A large part of land boxed by white fencing. Vines from climbing hop plants lined parts of the front foreshadowed the already cultivated greenery inside. She had seen the garden before, but spring was still in its infancy so it was the first time since the late months of fall that she would see the area. Walter unlocked the gate, opened it, and motioned for her to walk through. Once inside, he shut the gate behind them and led her to the shed.

“Today you can choose your breakfast if it adds any incentive to help.”

She whipped her head at him as if he had something most unusual.

“I get to choose?” Walter nodded to this with a small smirk. By this point, she had already caught onto his game. But she was not against humoring her caretaker. “…If that’s what it takes.”

“Then it’s settled.” He went into the shed and switched on the light. Integra squinted as she got used to the brightness of the fluorescents that lit up the entire inside. Walter grabbed an apron hanging near the door, tying it on himself while Integra stood and admired the various instruments organized. Almost none she knew the technical name for. She knew of a shovel, a hoe, or a rake, at the very least. An apron for her was hoisted over her head suddenly. She glanced up at her butler as her head was looped into the top. He pulled the braid he had done for her out of the loop before kneeling to tie it for her. Her gaze wandered down to the apron’s front which was adorned in flashy embroidery. Various flowers, insects, and even birds were sewn on alongside patterned stitchery.

“Is the apron too tight?”

She shook her head at this.

“It’s just fine, thank you.”

As soon as Integra turned around a small breath escaped Walter. She was a little tall for her age so the apron was nearly a perfect fit by now.

“The gloves should be in the front pocket, make sure you put them on.”

Integra reached inside and pulled out a pair of floral patterned gloves. Once she put them on she noticed they were a little too big. The blonde tugged at the cuffs.

They weren’t unusable.

The rustling of mulch caught her attention. Walter had already gotten a bag of mulch and a shovel. Walter led her out of the shed and to wherever he was taking her within the garden. Integra followed close behind, admiring the already blooming greenery. Some were native to England while others were more exotic. She quickened her pace to walk alongside him.

“What are we doing?” Integra inquired, unable to contain her growing curiosity. He stopped near the large row of roses housing themselves in bushes.

“We’ll be mulching and pruning the roses for now” Walter dropped the bag down and cut open the bag with a simple swipe of his wire. The shovel he had brought along was dug into the bag and dumped onto the base of one of the roses before he dragged it out to the width of the bush. He did another in the same fashion he did with the first tone before tilting the handle of the shovel over to Integra.

She gently took it from him, looked at the bag, and with a much more determined expression she stuck the shovel into the bag and brought some mulch onto the pale and dumped it onto the next base of the rose bush. A little more clumsy compared to him but nothing she couldn’t learn from. She dragged the pieces of bark out the same way and ended it by padding it a little.

“Great, just do the same with the next one… maybe no padding” he instructed. “The mulch will break down on its own, for now, it is serving as a barrier to keep the weeds out and the moisture in when we water it.”

Integra made an ‘oh’ motion with her lips and repeated what she had done before but more correct. Then again with the other bushes. Most were dressed in brilliant blooms of crimson while others had tint variations of apricot, peach, and lilac. Once she was done with the mulch Walter took the shovel from her and set it nearby.

“Excellent, we’ll work on pruning next,” he said before handing her a pair of pruning shears to her while he kept another for himself. With a gloved hand, he pointed out one of many of the flowers, “This bloom is on the older side, if we don’t deadhead then it will produce a rose hip instead of more flowers that we can take and display here or in the estate.” He dragged a finger down the stem before taking it down to one of the many sets of leaves. “You find five leaves from the bloom pointing out from the center, this one is closer to the top while others may be different.” The clippers were put up to the plant, maybe a quarter inch up from the leaves and at an angle. Then snip. Integra blinked a few times at the explanation. As mild as an activity as it sounded, it felt much more complicated. “This will encourage more flowers to bloom in its place”

Integra got on her own knees and looked at the bushes closely. It felt wrong to cut off a flower. The rising anxiety of ruining the plant plagued her as she hesitantly took the clippers to it.

“Is everything alright?”

She paused and took the clippers back.

“I’m just worried I may cut off the wrong ones.”

“The one you had was just fine” he reassured softly. “These roses are Polythanas, they are much more hardy and forgiving so don’t worry.” Walter continued to tend to the bush he was on while carrying on the conversation. “Your mother had a remarkable knack for gardening but even she made mistakes from time to time.” Integra raised a brow at this.

“Really?”

“She is human” Walter sighed at her second guessing. “Before you were born she wanted to net off some of the fruit trees so the birds wouldn’t nest in them.” Integra started to tend to her own bush, cutting off any growth that was damaged or too old to stay. “Sadly the holes of the net were small and the bird got tangled inside.”

“Was she able to get it out?” Integra questioned and moved on to the next rose bush for trimming.

“Yes, but not without sacrifice.” His expression change to that of melancholy as he reminisced on the event. “Your mother was a terribly stubborn woman, I told her I could cut the bird out but she insisted on doing it herself." Seeing Integra becoming more comfortable with tending to the garden helped sweeten the mood only slightly. “The bird’s neck had broke so there was no way for it to fly away.”

“Didn’t you say you would have been able to get it out safely?”

A slight pause occurred. Birds could be heard chirping as the sun had risen higher in the sky.

“No, I really didn’t want her to deal with the poor thing, she was already going through enough stress.”

“Earlier you told me that it’s fine to make mistakes”

“It is,” he seemed much quieter now.

“Why did you try stopping her from seeing what happened?”

“That’s…” A much heavier sigh came from him. Integra took a meek glance at him.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s a great observation.” Walter was able to put on a smile regardless of how much the comment pulled at his heart. Almost a decade had passed and those feelings never wavered. “Point is, the garden is a place for you to experiment: try and succeed, or try and fail.” Walter put the garden shears in the front pocket of the apron he adorned. “It’s a good hobby that may help you become a strong leader for the organization; you shouldn’t ever be afraid to fail, Miss Integra.” A giggle spawned from the young heir as she got up herself and dusted off her the front of her apron.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” she replied before even more laughter escaped her. “You sound like an old man.”

A bold declaration. He raised a brow at her while having a much more sarcastic smile.

“Since I’m such an old man, I’ll have you fetch the garden hose,” Walter ordered. “I’m afraid I don’t have much time so I need you to hurry.”

“Oh, don’t say that.” Integra gasped after grinning so hard that her cheeks had become a little sore. She jogged off to grab what he had asked for. Walter couldn’t help but feel his mood was lifted seeing her act much more playful. Perhaps he was right in this being what she needed when growing up in such a dreary time in her life.

A blast of cold water smacked into his back, making him stiffen.

So much for wearing the apron protecting his clothes.

“Ah-“ a voice squeaked from behind him.

He turned around to see Integra with a dumbfounded look holding the hose with the attached spraying nozzle.

“I was just trying to see if it works.”

A tinge of irritation shot at her excuse but he was able to blanket it under his many years of hardened professionalism.

“While aiming it at me?”

“To be fair, you are in front of the roses, Walter” Integra looked away with a catty smile. He backed away from the roses.

“Very well, hopefully, you can aim much more effectively with me out of the way.”

Integra sprayed over the rose bushes while Walter stood soaked nearby. A hand ran through his dampened hair. As long as she was happy, he was fine with putting up with such petty pranks.

“Did my father ever help in the garden?” Integra inquired with her voice a little louder to compensate for the spraying hose.

“He was rather busy,” Walter relayed. But it was far too short and maybe would leave her feeling cheated. “As I said earlier, there isn’t anything wrong with taking a nap, she often fell asleep after gardening,” he explained his earlier point further. “your mother slept on the bench over by the fruit trees next to your father.” Once Integra finished her watering, he could see her eyes had truly lit up at the simple story he had given. Instead of the usual loneliness that ruminated in her pale cerulean eyes, they twinkled with contentment.

“Do we need to do anything else for the roses?”

“Nope, you handled them perfectly.” He commended, giving Integra a thumbs up. “We’ll move on to harvesting the elephant garlic next.”

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His lids fluttered languorously at another drop of rain hitting his forehead. Even after drifting off twice already, the rain still chose to wake him up. He at least wanted a little longer here a hand went into his pocket gingerly so as to not wake the resting madam. Her head rested practically on his chest now.

If the rain was bothering him, how much longer till she woke up on her own? It wasn’t in good faith to leave her but neither was it to get her up from her nap.

So what if he had his own enjoyment in the matter?

A rumble of thunder brewed over him, contradicting the desire to stay like this.

He ran a hand cautiously through her everlong locks. It was softer than anything he was used to feeling.

More droplets started to patter down on him. One caught itself on Amulya’s cheek and seemed to caress it as it ran down.

Her perfume didn’t fade even after handling the soil either.

The rain started to fall at a light steady pace. The final sign to resist any decadence to keep their relationship purely ascetic.

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