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spliffymae · 11 months

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nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

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birdiewriteslit · 2 months

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wildest dreams

luke hughes x abigail abernathy

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okay ik i haven’t updated this in a literal month so im finally feeding you my apologies for the wait

“Get up.” Jack said, grabbing the pillow from underneath Luke’s head and throwing it across the room.

Luke groaned, planting his face into the mattress. “What do you want?” he asked curtly, voice muffled by the sheets.

“It’s 1pm, we have practice in an hour, you’re a mess, I’m mad at you,” Jack listed, yanking the comforter off of his body.

Luke shivered and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun streaming in through the window. “What have you got to be mad about?”

“I haven’t heard from Abigail since she left, which, by the way, I know was your fault. Plus, you’ve been moody ever since she did, even though you’ve got no right to be.” Jack paused, taking a breath. “And I know what happened on New Year’s.”

Luke sat up on the bed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “Then you know I’ve got some right. She’s the one who doesn’t.”

Jack rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Fine, be an idiot. See if I care. Don’t take it out on Abigail when all she did was like you. You’re probably not used to girls liking you though.”

“She doesn’t like me, she’s fucking Rudy,” Luke mumbled.

“You really are an idiot. Seriously, get out of bed or I’m leaving without you.”

Jack left the room and Luke let his head fall into his hands. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, staring at Abigail’s smiling face on his lockscreen, and feeling worse about the whole thing.

He listened to the voicemail, and he felt sick to his stomach. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled at her, but seeing her with Rudy set something off in his mind.

Granted, he had a jealousy problem since they were kids and Abigail would come to Toronto talking about all of her Boston friends, but things were a lot different now.

When Abigail got a job on Shameless, Luke couldn’t be prouder, and when it came out, she was so excited to watch it with him.

It was just her and him that night at the lake, the others having gone to bed. “I can’t watch this with my parents,” Abby had said, clinging to Luke’s arm in excitement.

He figured that meant she was topless in a scene. He’d seen Shameless before, and he couldn’t lie about being a little excited about her debut. He was 17, after all.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a full on sex scene between you and a costar, who still comments on your Instagram posts.

That was the moment he realized that things were changing in Abigail’s world. He thought about how other guys would be looking at her, thinking about her.

Then Outer Banks came around, and she started dating Rudy. He had to act like he liked the guy, but in reality he hated the way it made him feel seeing Abigail with another guy.

For a whole year he had to watch her with him. She even brought him to the lake once, and then after that trip, he broke up with her over Luke.

So, naturally, he didn’t like it when he saw Abigail was hanging around a guy like that again.

He replayed the voicemail. “Fuck,” he said out loud. “I fucked up.”

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January 8, 2024

messages 10:36 pm

jack: if you’re trying to make luke mad it’s working

jack: but i can tell he feels guilty for whatever he did

jack: it’s actually a weird combination and i don’t like it

jack: pls fix it

abigail: i tried to fix it but he’s an ass idk what to tell you

abigail: i’m not trying to make him mad but it’s not my fault he freaks out when i breath near anyone else

jack: why the fart are you in philly then

abigail: bc i wanted to see my friend jamie

jack: and you had to do this in the midst of this drama

jack: you and luke need to figure this shit out cuz i’m tired of you hurting each other

jack: shit pisses me off

abigail: okay i admit i knew it would make him mad but he fucking screamed at me and hasn’t spoken to me since his tantrum

jack: he will he just needs time to cool down

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 2 months

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Hello may I request a matchup for JJK please? I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara!

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I am NOT a confrontational person. I will literally do everything and anything I can to avoid that— whether I’m the one being confronted or doing the confronting. In short, I absolutely hate confrontation 😭 I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥

(Hey hey, I’m sorry that this is kinda short- my brain was not cooperating with me. Other than that I hope ya enjoy this and have a fantastic day!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- It makes him happy when you start to get comfortable enough around him to reveal your more extroverted and funny side.

- He has no problem with speaking up for you. Though he does try and help you with that issue.

- He thinks your nervous and awkward smile is cute and will often tease you about it. Saying stuff like “Whatcha smiling about?” or “What’s so funny?”

- INSISTS on going with you to do your interests/hobbies. It gets so damn chaotic whenever you two play board games together (especially if you play any cards games like Uno...don’t even start with Uno) Sometimes you guys even place bets.

- He likes to look at some of the photos you take (Asks if you can take a picture of him next. Then if you agree to it, he’ll have the goofiest smile on his face)

- Loves your eyes and your comfortable style.

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#jjk matchups #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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I havent seen a whole lot of Chrissy, so only if you're comfortable with it, maybe Sub Chrissy×Dom Female reader? 🥺

Of course!! I got you, love!!😊💖

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!)

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Sub!Chrissy Cunningham x Dom!Fem!Reader

Notes: TW: BODY ISSUES AND MENTION OF AN ED!!! Also, underage drinking

Sorry this is long, I just liked the story I built in my head lol

Everyone knows who Chrissy Cunningham is, but everyone had different opinions on her. Some people saw her as the prettiest girl at Hawkins High, some people saw her as the ditzy blonde cheerleader, others just saw her as Jason’s girlfriend, and some just saw her as the captain of the cheer team. You viewed her differently, you saw past all of those things, you saw the true Chrissy. It was at a party a year ago, that you got to know Chrissy the way you do now. The sweet, empathetic, loving, and absolutely beautiful Chrissy Cunningham who is your best friend, that you just so happen to be in love with. About a year ago, you had attended a party at someone’s house after a basketball game. You really just wanted free alcohol, so you went into the kitchen and stole a half full bottle of tequila. Once it was in your purse, you started walking around the house, trying to find a bathroom. All you wanted to do was drink a little in peace, away from all the noise of the party, before you walked home. You figured the downstairs bathroom was going to be way too busy, so you went upstairs. When you found the upstairs bathroom, you opened the door to find a sobbing Chrissy Cunningham on the floor. You immediately closed the door, locked it, then fell to your knees beside her. Chrissy looked at you and said, “I’m okay, you don’t- you don’t have to stay. I’m alright.” You replied, “I know you don’t know me, but I’d like to help you anyway I can. Nobody deserves to be sitting on a bathroom floor crying at a party.” Chrissy responded, “I know who you are. You’re (Y/N). You’re in my history class.” You responded, “Oh. I mean- I knew that, I just- I didn’t think you did.” Her crying stopped and she asked, “What do you mean?” You replied, “I just didn’t think you would notice me, that’s all. Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re sitting in here crying?” She sniffled and said, “Jason yelled at me in front of all his friends. He said I looked like a slut and said I shouldn’t go to parties as his girlfriend if I look like I’ll sleep with everyone here.” Your mouth hung wide open and you pulled her into your chest, holding her while she started crying again. You said, “Oh, sweetie. Don’t you dare listen to him, that’s just awful. Who the fuck says that to someone and who says that to someone in front of other people. That’s disgusting, I’m so sorry Chrissy.” She said, “It’s okay. It’s not the worst thing he’s done” and you looked at her, then said “Why do you stay with him if he treats you like this?” Chrissy just looked at you and said, “(Y/N), I’m trusting you, okay? You cannot tell anyone.” You nodded your head and said, “Chrissy, I promise. I won’t tell a soul.” She said, “Well, Jason’s hit me a few times, but he also knows that- he knows that I struggle with uh- with my body. So, every time I threaten to leave him, he says that he’ll tell everyone about my eating disorder.” Your eyes softened and you said, “Chrissy, I’m so sorry. Also, you’re so beyond beautiful. I know you may not believe it, but you are. You’re so beautiful.” Normally, Chrissy hated when people would say that, but when she looked at you, she saw how you genuinely meant it. She smiled, thinking about how grateful she was that she ran into you here. Chrissy said, “Enough about me, why are you up here?” You slowly pulled the bottle of tequila out of your purse and said, “Wanted to drink a little, away from all the noise, before I walked home.” Chrissy’s mouth opened in shock, then she giggled and said, “Are you stealing that?” You smiled and said, “Mhmmm, you can come back to my house with me to help me drink it, if you want. It’s a short walk and my parents are out of town, like usual. What do you say?” Chrissy smiled and said, “I’d really like that. Can I borrow some clothes though?” You replied, “Yeah, of course, Chrissy” and the two of you went back to your house. When you both arrived, she turned to you and said, “Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate it.” You smiled and said, “Anytime! Now lets go drink!” The two of you laughed then went inside your house.

You said, “It’s late, so is it okay if we just go to my room?” and Chrissy replied, “Yeah, sounds good to me.” Then the two of you made your way up the stairs into your room. You allowed Chrissy to pick any clothes of yours she wanted to change into, then you picked yours out and changed. The two of you drank the entire half full bottle of tequila and talked for most of the night. You talked about family issues, school, and relationships. The two of you talked and laughed almost the whole night. That’s the night that the two of you became best friends. You were the one that helped her break up with Jason, threatening him back. He said he’d tell the whole school she’s bulimic and you said you’d tell the whole school that he’s an abusive boyfriend. The three of you agreed to keep your mouths shut, as long as Chrissy could be single. Jason agreed, not wanting to ruin his basketball scholarship. It’s been months since then and Chrissy has been the happiest she’s ever been. The two of you hang out almost every day, which is how you fell in love with her. Chrissy knew you liked girls, it was one of the drunken things you told her the night of the party. To your surprise, she had no reaction or disgust towards you, she actually didn’t care that you liked girls. You were positive she wouldn’t act the same way when she would find out about how you’re so madly in love with her. That’s why you never planned on telling her, ever.

Today, was Saturday, it was a bit late in the afternoon and you were laying in bed, reading a book. While you were reading, you heard a knock at your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so you were confused and went to go see who it was. When you opened the door, Chrissy was standing in front of you with red, puffy eyes and you could tell she was trying not to cry. You pulled her in for a hug and said, “Hey, what’s wrong, Chrissy? Why are you crying?” She mumbled, “My mom” and you replied, “What did she do this time?” Chrissy said, “I tried on a dress she bought me and when I told her it was too small, she started yelling at me. She called me fat and said that nobody will ever love me if I don’t lose weight.” She started crying and you held her in your arms. All you could think about is how beautiful she is and how much you loved her. That you would love her and that you thought she was beautiful just the way she was standing in front of you. You said, “Chrissy don’t listen to her, okay? I think you’re so beautiful, so beautiful. You don’t need to fit into some stupid dress to be beautiful. I think your body is amazing just the way it is. It’s beautiful, you are beautiful.” Chrissy smiled and said, “Do you really think so?” You looked into her eyes and said, “With all of my heart.” A habit you have is accidentally blurting things out and in this moment, that’s exactly what happened. You accidentally blurted out, “If you liked girls, I’d be flirting with you 24/7.” A couple seconds later, you pulled away from the hug, backing away from her and said, “Shit! I shouldn’t have said that, Chrissy. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Chrissy.” She looked at you and you noticed her crying stopped. Chrissy, now had a smile on her face and said, “Who said I didn’t like girls, (Y/N)?” You were in shock, eyes wide and said, “W- W- What?” and she said, “Actually, I just like one girl, but I wasn’t sure if she liked me back.” She started walking towards you and said, “I think she’s really beautiful, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She’s also caring, smart, really funny, and she makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.” Now, she was standing inches away from you, looking up into your eyes. You said, “You- You- You like me?” and she smiled, then nodded her head. Chrissy said, “I’ve liked you for a while now, (Y/N), but I didn’t want to say anything” and you replied, “I’ve liked you for months, Chrissy. Months.” She said, “Yeah?” and you nodded your head, then said, “Yeah. I think about you all the time, Chrissy.” Chrissy said, “What kind of things do you think about?” and she started getting even closer to you. You said, “Oh- uh- How beautiful you are. How I want to give you the world. Uh- and um- other- other stuff” and your face turned a bright red. Chrissy said, “What’s the other stuff, (Y/N)?” and you took a deep breath, then said, “Y- Y- Your lips, how uh- how soft they must be. Your uh- Your body and how perfect it is. I think about how I’d uh- how I’d show you just how beautiful you are.” Your face was really red now and your body felt hot. She said, “Kiss me” and you said, “Chrissy, are you sure?” She said, “(Y/N), just kiss me” and you did. You kissed her with all the love you’ve hidden from her for months on end, with so much passion.

When the two of you released from the kiss, needing air, you asked nervously, “Was that okay?” Chrissy replied with a cute little smile on her face, “It was perfect, (Y/N)” and you smiled, then kissed her again. This kiss was slower and more intimate than before. Your hands traveled to her waist and you lifted her shirt, slightly, then ran your fingers up and down her sides. This time when the two of you released from the kiss, you said, “Lets go to my room.” Chrissy followed you into your room and once she was inside, you closed the door, then gently pushed her up against it. She let out a little moan and you grinned, then said, “Oh? Did you like that, sweetheart?” Chrissy’s bottom lip made it’s way between her teeth and she nodded her head. You said, “Be a good girl for me and use your words, princess” and she moaned again, this time slightly louder, and it was just by your words. Chrissy said, “Y- Yes. I- I liked it” and you said, “Good girl, sweetheart.” She let out a quiet breathy moan, saying, “fuck” that you could barely hear. You grinned and said, “You like when I call you princess?” She nodded and said, “Mhmmm, like being your princess, (Y/N).” Then you asked, “What about when I call you a good girl?” Chrissy bit her bottom lip and nodded, then said, “Y- Yes, want to be a good girl for you, (Y/N). Want to be your good girl.” You looked at her and said, “Fuck, you’re so hot, Chrissy”, then kissed her. She was kissing you back hard, and you loved it. You lightly bit her bottom lip, eliciting another one of her pretty moans. Your tongue slipped into her mouth and she swirled hers with yours. When the two of you released from the kiss, completely out of breath, you asked, “Chrissy, how far do you want to take this? I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” Chrissy said, “As far as you want to go, (Y/N). I want you in complete control. I want you, (Y/N)” and you replied, “God, you’re so hot when you’re like this.” She blushed and you grabbed one of her hands, then moved her closer to your bed. You tugged on her shirt and said, “Can I take this off?” Chrissy froze and she hesitantly nodded, but she trusted you. She trusted that you were going to be loving with her. You took her shirt off and stared at her, admiring her. She started covering her body with her arms, but you moved them and held them by her sides. You looked deep into her eyes and said, “Chrissy, you are so beautiful. Your body is so beautiful, princess.” Chrissy looked back into your eyes and said, “R- R- Really?” You said, “Really. How about I show you just how beautiful I think you are, hmmm?” Chrissy responded with a breathy, “Please do. Please, (Y/N).” You smiled and said, “Anything for my good girl”, which elicited a pretty hum from Chrissy. Your hands made their way to her bra straps and you asked, “Can I take this off, sweetheart?” She nodded and said, “Please, (Y/N)”, then you unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. You gawked at her exposed body from the waist up, thinking it was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

After staring at her for probably a bit too long, you said, “Be a good girl for me and lay on the bed.” She replied, “Yes, (Y/N)” and the way she said that, her tone of voice, it made you want her more. Chrissy was so obedient and it was driving you insane with lust. Once she was laying on the bed, you said, “Good girl, Chrissy. Such a good girl for me, princess.” Then you climbed on top of her and kissed her. Your kisses soon found their way to her neck and you started sucking on her tender spots. Chrissy moaned a breathy, “Fuck, (Y/N). Fuck” and you could feel yourself starting to soak through your panties. Your mouth moved from her neck to kissing down to the center of her chest. You moved to position yourself, sitting on your heels, in between her legs. Your hands made their way to Chrissy’s breast and you started kneading them. She loudly moaned at the contact, saying, “Holy shit, (Y/N)! That feels so good, fuck!” You started pinching her nipples and her hips bucked up. Chrissy continued moaning and breathily saying your name, until you were satisfied playing with her breasts. You looked up into her eyes and said, “Chrissy, can I take your jeans off?” She nodded her head quickly and said, “Please, (Y/N)! Please!” You noticed she was becoming more needy for your touch, so you took off her underwear with her jeans. Once they were both off, you stared at her body in awe of how someone could be so beautiful. You said, “Fuck, Chrissy. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Every single inch of you is fucking beautiful” and before she could respond your head was between her thighs.

As you looked at her pussy, you said, “So wet, princess. Is that all for me?” She moaned out, “Y- Yes, (Y/N). All- All yours” and you said, “Good girl, sweetheart.” Your tongue flattened and you licked from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit. Chrissy moaned loudly and her hips bucked up into your face. Your tongue stayed on her clit, but you pointed it and you started flicking her clit. The pace your tongue was moving was close to making Chrissy scream. She said, “Fuck! So good! So good, (Y/N)! Don’t- Don’t stop, please!” and you didn’t. You wanted to take this moment in forever, having the girl you love wanting you, needing you. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably, showing that she was getting close. You latched your mouth around her clit and started to suck on it. Chrissy’s loud moans became screams as you sucked and sucked on her clit. She was about to hit her climax and she screamed, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Fuck!”, then came. You slowed the speed of your sucking, until she had completely ridden out her orgasm. As she caught her breath, you asked, “Was that good, princess?” Chrissy nodded and said, “So good, you were so good, (Y/N).” You grinned and said, “I’m not done with that pretty pussy of yours. You don’t know what good is yet, princess.” She gasped at your words and you grinned, happy that you made Chrissy feel good. You flattened your tongue again and licked up the cum dripping from Chrissy’s entrance, humming in pleasure at the taste. Then you tease her entrance with your middle finger, causing her to moan. You slowly slide your finger inside of her, both of you moaning at the feeling. A couple seconds later, you start to move your finger inside her and Chrissy moans out “Fuck, (Y/N).” Then, you added a second finger, eliciting a louder moan from her. You start to speed up your movements and Chrissy’s moans became beautiful, broken, high pitched noises. Her walls started to clench around your fingers and you said, “You gonna cum, sweetheart? Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers princess.” You curled your fingers, hitting her special spot, and she screamed in pleasure. Chrissy came and you let her ride her orgasm out. Your fingers were soaked in her cum, but you kept them inside of her. You wanted to make Chrissy orgasm just one more time. After she had caught her breath, you said, “One more for me, princess. Okay?” She nodded and mumbled, “Anything you want, (Y/N).” You stopped for a second and looked deep into her eyes. Then you said, “Chrissy, you’ll tell me if this stops feeling good, right? I just want make sure.” Chrissy smiles and mumbles, “You’re so sweet to me, (Y/N). Yes, I would tell you. Thank you for checking.” You smiled back at her and replied, “Anything for my princess.” She inhaled sharply as you started to move your fingers again and let out a long, loud moan. Your mouth found it’s way back to her clit and you started sucking on it again. Chrissy’s mouth was hung wide open, but there weren’t any sounds coming out it, except for a few broken noises. You took your free hand and started pinching one of her nipples, giving her more stimulation. Chrissy’s entire body was shaking now, overstimulated, and you felt her walls clench around your fingers again. Her eyes rolled back and she very loudly screamed, “(Y/N)!” You removed your mouth from her clit and slowed the speed of your fingers, until her orgasm was completely rode out. Your free hand is now beside her, helping you push yourself up, on top of her. When you finally see her face, you smile widely.

Chrissy is blissed out with a wide, closed mouth smile on her face. Her beautiful, blonde hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead. Chrissy’s cheeks were flushed and you just thought she looked so beautiful like this. You slowly removed your fingers from inside her, they were soaked with her cum and it was dripping down your hand. Chrissy whimpered at the emptiness she felt once you removed your fingers and you said, “I know, princess, I know.” You slid your fingers, soaked in Chrissy’s cum, into your mouth and moaned at the taste. She looked up at you and she moaned too. You sucked them clean and released them from your mouth with a pop. You said, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. I’m going to go get a towel to clean you up and then we can cuddle.” Chrissy nodded, then mumbled, “M’kay”, still completely and utterly fucked out. You returned with your face cleaned off and a towel. Then you started gently cleaning her up, making sure not to overstimulate her. Once you were done, you plopped down beside her and opened your arms. You said, “Come here, princess” and she quickly moved over to lay on your chest. A little over a minute later, you hear a sniffle, then look down and see Chrissy is crying. You get concerned and soften your tone, then say, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She said, “It’s just that- no one has ever- no one has ever been this caring with me. Nobody has ever made me feel like- like- like that, (Y/N). No one has ever stared at my completely naked body and said I was beautiful. Nobody has ever stopped in the middle of sex to make sure I was okay. I just- you- you make me feel so cared about and just- so loved. (Y/N), I love you. I love you so much. You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel beautiful and you show me that I am. You make me feel beautiful.” The two of you sit up and you stare into her eyes, then gently cup her cheeks. You say, “Chrissy, I love you so much. I love showing you how loved and cared about you are, how important you are. You’re so important to me, Chrissy, the most important person to me. I love showing you how beautiful you are, how your body is one of, if not the most, beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. You are so beautiful Chrissy and I’m glad that I can show you that. I want to show you and give you these things for as long as I live, Chrissy. You deserve to feel loved, appreciated, and cared about.” Chrissy started happy crying more, especially at your last sentence. You pull her into your chest and she says, “(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend now?” A wide smile appears on your face and you say, “Chrissy, you act like I haven’t been wanting you for months. Of course I will be your girlfriend, of course I will. How about we cuddle now, does that sound good?” Chrissy smiles and says, “Of course, my love” and your cheeks turned pink. You said, “Please continue calling me that, please.” She smiled and said, “Anything for you, my love.” Before the two of you started cuddling, Chrissy said, “(Y/N), I don’t think it’s fair that you’re still completely clothed.” You grinned and laughed, then said, “Chrissy Cunningham, you’re just trying to see me naked.” She replied in a playful tone, “I mean, is that a problem?” and you replied, “Not at all, sweetheart.” You stripped yourself of your shirt and then the bralette you were wearing.

Chrissy’s eyes were wide at the sight of your bare chest, in awe of how beautiful your breasts were. You said, “I’m going to leave my shorts on for right now” and Chrissy said, “Yeah, of course, my love. Whatever you want, (Y/N). Can we cuddle now? I really just wanted skin-to-skin contact when I lay my head on your chest.” Your smile reappears and you say, “Mhmmm”, then plop down on the bed. She curls into you, nuzzling her head into your chest and hums at the feeling of her cheek on your bare chest. The two of you cuddle for hours, talking, laughing, and you both took a small nap. When it was quiet, you kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m so lucky that I met you, Chrissy Cunningham. I’m so happy that you’re the girl that I finally get to call mine.” You felt her cheeks start to move upwards against your chest and you knew she was smiling. Chrissy said, “I’m so glad I met you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m all yours, always.” You kissed the top of her head again and repeated the word, “Always.”

I got a littleeeee carried away with the fluffy part of this, but I think it’s so cute. I hope you liked it!!🥺

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undobutton · 2 years

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Bones! Kenma x reader

warnings: swearing, breakups, reader is sad

genre: Angst, Fluff? no comfort

wc: 808

characters: Kenma Kozume

synopsis: Memories of Kenma stick to you and your attempts to be free of them are practically non-existent.

a/n: first time writing angst! I'm a little nervous about posting it. Also Kenma may be a little ooc. sorry!

look out for a Suna post some time this week! mwah 💖

“Kenma, if I asked for all your bones, would you give them to me?”

“Not all of them.”

“But some of them?”

“Sure.”

You turn to your boyfriend, brows furrowed with slight shock. He pays no attention to you as he continues tapping away at his switch on his side of your bed. You invited him over this afternoon, but at this rate he’ll end up sleeping over again. Not that you mind. You're more focused on his willingness to get rid of body parts at your whim.

“Why would you do that?”

He sighs, as if you shouldn’t be curious.

“Cause you’d probably have an okay reason to want my bones?”

You blink, once, twice, three times.

“What reason would that be Kenma?”

“... A bone reason? don’t pretend that you didn’t start this whole thing y/n.”

“Don’t back out of the question! “

“Don’t act like it’s something I can really answer.”

You sputter for a response, but when nothing comes to mind Kenma takes note and goes back to his game with a chuckle. Scooting closer to you.

~~~

The wind snakes past the curtains and lazily chills you. Alone in your bed again, dreaming of Kenma’s warmth. It’s nearly pathetic how you cling onto the memory of the nekoma setter. As if he even thinks of you now. As if he thought of you then.

But you can’t help it, he’s everywhere.

In your coffee, in your hair, in your reflection, staining your heart.

And with all the places he is, are all the memories you can’t shake.

~~~

“Here you are,”

You say, handing Kenma the warm mug.

He takes it weakly but with steady hands, curling further into himself in attempts to feel the heat of the blanket draped over his body. You join him on the couch and toss away his loose tissues.

“Learn to clean after yourself Kenken.” You frown.

“I’m sick, y/n.”

“that’s no exus- KEnma!” You nearly yell. Watching your boyfriend spit his drink across the room.

“What the hell y/n?”

“Me? What was that?”

Kenma groans, his face molding with annoyance.

“It's coffee.” He whines

“Yes?”

“Why is it coffee y/n? I’m sick and I hate coffee.”

That’s right, you overheard him complaining about not being able to stay up because of his stuffy nose and headache and made him coffee as a way to boost his energy. But in hindsight it may have been a terrible idea (with good intentions!) You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He smiles, shaking his head as he tilts the cup towards you.

“Sorry Ken.” You say, grabbing it.

“Here, hot chocolate.”

Kenma takes the mug, sticking his tongue in it to avoid any surprises. Nodding in approval he looks at you.

“thank you y/n” He says, burrowing his head into his crossed arms, careful not to spill the beverage.

“Mhm! Let me clean up your hissy-fit, and then we can watch a movie.”

He sends you a glare from behind his cup. Knowing full well that your terminology was not a complete over reaction. Unlike him spitting the fucking drink all over the living room while being sick.

~~~

The sun mocks you, bathing your messy room in gold light. Blinding you. Another morning, another memory. You can’t even get to breakfast without seeing his face.

~~~

“Ow y/n!” Kenma whines for the millionth time.

“Calm down, it’s literally a fishtail braid. Not anything extravagant.”

He groans from his seat between your legs, trying to focus on terraforming his island. But it’s hard to ignore an incoming headache.

“I’m just about done… Hand over the hair tie.”

He practically tosses his wrist at you. With a grin you slide the elastic off his hand and wrap it around his hair.

“Ta-da!”

Looking into the mirror placed by his side, Kenma smiles at your handiwork.

“Not bad, can I get off the floor now?”

“Yep!”

He climbs into the bed with you, pushing the brush off and sighing happily as it clunks to the ground.

“Come ‘ere.” He mumbles yawning.

You sigh, knowing his hair will be in shambles when you both wake up, but you knew this would happen as it was already 1:30 am and he left his switch on the floor.

Snuggling in with him your breaths even out and begin to match his.

~~~

Your mind tumbles haphazardly, fumbling over itself in sorrowed attempts to be free from Kenma’s empty hands. You scold it for continuing to keep him so close, aware that it’s your choice to keep on making connections to the past and the present. You look into your mirror and expect his arrival.

His skin, his lips, his love. Anything.

But when your lonely eyes look back at you, it sinks further in.

Kenma is gone. And never coming back for you.

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Hello may I request a JJBA please? It can be any part. I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara! Pronouns are she/her and I’d like to be matched with a male!

Hi! Your match for JJBA is....Polanreff!

Your runner up is Joseph.

Polnareff is very lively himself. While he is rather confrontational, he'd calm down for your sake. But you can be sure he'll speak up for you when you don't find the words or it gets awkward. He's sensible just like you but tries to hide it. Doesn't mean he'll act all tough when you're together. Nah he'd be a total sweetheart with his lover.

He loves your comical side! He's always in for a good laugh or friendly jab and won't take offense because he knows it's just your character. Heck he'd even participate with you. You two are definitely the funny couple. When you laugh suddenly at the middle of the night, Polnareff would be surprised at first. Even thinking it's a stand attack. But when you explain it to him, he'll either join you and ask what made you laugh. Or pull you into his arms when he's really tired. He doesn't see you as weird, just unique. And if anyone gave you shit for your personality and quirks, he'll fight them no matter what you say. None insults son amour and gets away with it.

Your interest in photography and music is definitely shared with him. He appreciates all beauty and I even think Polnareff is also interested in photography! I only see him as a supporter in golf but he'd get pretty fired up during bowling. Board games aren't his think unless it's in a group and doesn't take a lot of thinking. Polnareff is an easy going guy who just wants to appreaciates life. While he'll get pretty serious in the future, he's a boyfriend who just wants you to have fun with no worries. That's his way of showing love, by complimenting you, giving you gifts and all his attention and making sure you're safe and not lacking anything he can provide.

I hope you enjoy it!

#matchups #match ups #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure

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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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philia, storge, agape, and eros #1

the one with daddy dearest

Warnings: stepcest, murder, adrenaline/fear kink? Is that even a thing? taboo relationships and thoughts

To know more about the series, check out this post

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The door slamming behind us - the way it almost made it seem like the walls were trembling with the impact, threatening to crumble and bring us to dust somehow - it should have made me scared. It should have led me to run up the hills, away from this house, away from the man who’d taken over my entire life and dominated it, transforming it beyond recognition.

It only made me more furious, instead.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Logan yelled, but instead of flinching and hiding, my hands curled into fists and I just stood there, back turned to him as I found myself stuck between my fight or flight instincts. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that man is?”

As a matter of fact, I didn’t. I didn’t because once Logan Howlett took over my life, stealing me and my mother away from everything we knew and stuck us into this cold, empty mansion of his in a town I’d never even heard of, he made zero effort to help us settle in.

Instead, he isolated me more and more each day, making sure I remained helpless and captive to his attentions whenever he was feeling gracious enough to actually spend some of his time and energy on me.

“I don’t know…” I mused, faking deep thought as I pondered over what I could say to possibly hurt a man like the one I called stepfather. “I think the danger just adds to his charisma, don’t you? I mean, he’s already a level 8 in hotness. Telling me he’s bad news, you’re really just begging me to throw myself on him.”

It was a tense moment of silence that followed. Logan’s ire was so incandescent it almost burned me, but for the first time since we had met, so was mine.

I was tired of being a pawn on his game, useful to him whenever he could entertain me. I was tired of being locked away in a bedroom by myself all of the fucking time.

“If I see you near John Winchester again, Y/N… so help me God, you won’t enjoy what’ll happen next.”

For whatever reason, those words were the ones that cut loose the last thread of rational thinking that still held me back - kept me scared and pliant to the big bad man who so desperately needed me.

“Or what?” I dared to take a step closer to him, closing the distance so that his face was now hovering over mine. Keeping my head tilted back so I wouldn’t look away from his eyes, I pressed, “You’re gonna kill me, just like you did to my mother?”

It was a line I hadn’t dared to cross before that night.

I knew what was going on this entire time - I’d always known. And he knew I was aware of it, too. But until now, I’d been too scared to admit it, both to myself and to him - terrified of what he’d do if I outwardly accused him of what I knew he was responsible for.

But I had nothing to lose anymore. And for the first time, I realized why I shouldn’t have been so scared of him this entire time: he couldn’t afford to lose me.

The sight of his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths, however, still had adrenaline rushing down my veins. I’d never seen him angry before, and besides knowing he was capable of murder, I had no idea what sort of stuff he felt comfortable doing to get back to a clearer mindset.

I just never expected him to do this.

With one big hand covering the back of my neck, Logan pulled me even closer to him, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes as he leaned down to lessen the height difference between us and then…

He kissed me.

And despite everything that was going on, all of the reasons that made me want to hate the man and want nothing to do with him anymore… There was absolutely no part of me that even considered I should stop him.

I wanted him.

I’d wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on the man my mother decided to marry, not even three months after my father’s funeral.

In the beginning, I thought it was nothing but a silly crush. The way he filled out a suit and took over the threshold of every room he walked into was enough to ruin any woman’s panties, I reasoned. I wasn’t any sort of exception.

But as time moved on and he realized my mother had played him, promising access to things that had actually been left to me in his will, his eyes started to drift towards me more often. And I found myself enjoying the attention.

I wanted him but I never thought I could have him. Not when he was married to my mother, and certainly not after he’d killed her after she was done being useful to him. And even now that I was useful to him, I never expected him to want me in any way other than simply - alive.

That was, of course, until I turned 25 and he could get his hands on my inheritance.

All of that should have made me want to stop this, shouldn’t it? And still, when his arms wrapped around me, pressing me close, I moaned against his lips, right as Logan adjusted himself and - inadvertently or not - rubbed his hardness against me.

My eyes shot open right as, on cue, my pussy dripped cream on my underwear. He was huge - but I’d expected nothing less from a man of his size. Thoughts of how it’d feel to have him inside of me took over my mind right as his tongue slipped past my lips, and he gripped my hair to force my head back so he could completely dominate me.

Fuck, he’d ruin me. I was sure of it.

I was forced to pull away to catch my breath though. My heartbeat was too wild, making me short of breath, and although he allowed me some space, his tongue still lapped at my slightly open mouth, as if determined to gather as much of my taste as possible.

By the time my eyes fluttered open, he’d stopped.

“Logan?” His eyes were closed, and he looked as if he wasn’t even breathing. If it wasn’t for the tight grip he kept on my hips, I would have thought he hadn’t even heard me, but when I reached out to lay a hand on his chest, he stopped me.

“Go to your bedroom. Lock the door behind you. Don’t come out until tomorrow.” I struggled to keep my balance as he released me all at once, turning his back to me as he buttoned up his suit and marched towards the front door we’d just walked through, minutes before.

With one last word, he addressed me: “Now!”

And I took off running as he left me.

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babsvibes · 2 years

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The Million Dollar Question for It’s My Party (and I’ll fry if i want to): can you give some more details on what Logan and Louise’s previous fling that took place before the events of the story was like?

Oooo I can absolutely tell you about that! And y’all know you can ask this stuff anytime, right? I’ll tell you literally anything you want to know (if there’s an answer) even outside of ask games lol

It’s My Party (and I’ll fry if I want to)

Sometimes, when you meet someone with a hurt like yours, there’s an almost instantaneous connection, even without really delving into what that hurt is. People can call this a spark, and it makes sense because of how intense the bond can be… like something is hot and comforting but also scary. That’s Louise and Logan’s first fling. They never labeled it because, on top of everything else, how do you label a fire?

They both grew up being told that parts of them were not worthy of love. Their interests, the way they expressed themselves, it’s all “too much” or “too rough.” They developed strategies, coping mechanisms, for how to get around being made to feel unlovable. Logan embraced it, deciding to lean into the asshole persona wholeheartedly because then it was his choice to reject people. Louise receded, tried to hide the parts of herself that were shamed, and became an even worse communicator than she already was.

But suddenly, they’re reconnecting, and here’s Louise, not scared away by Logan being a massive jerk. Suddenly, there’s Logan, pushing Louise until she shows those ugly hidden parts.

To anyone else? It’s a mess. These two are yelling at each other about where to park and fuck they really shouldn’t be using language like that on something so trivial. So, they kept it a secret. Maybe not intentionally, maybe it just didn’t come up, but neither made an effort to share this part that meant so much to them. The recognition of their brokenness made them feel whole, and the idea someone would try to take it away scared them. Only Tina knew about their relationship and she’s not to blame for being worried and confirming Louise’s fears of not being understood. How could Louise explain it in a way that made sense when she didn’t get it either?

Louise and Logan look for fights, and they’d both admit it. The first time they ever kissed was during a fight, so they’d keep that habit (hate sex, make up sex, we’re having sex so we don’t define what this is sex). Even with the fighting, they’ve never known peace like this, sitting on the couch and talking about how terrible a movie is while continuing to watch it together. She stays at his place more nights than she doesn’t and when a spare toothbrush shows up in the bathroom neither mention it.

It works for them in a way that it shouldn’t, and they reaaaallyy need therapy but won’t get it.

One day Logan gets a job offer. More money, different state. Maybe that’s what he needs. Maybe that’s what they both need. Logan’s not sure if he wanted Louise to come with him (he did), but he wanted to talk about it with her at least. She’s his girlfriend, enemy, person? She’s his. For her part, Louise is scared. It’s change. It’s communication. It’s the other shoe dropping and now that someone knows her he wants to leave. They do what they always do and fight, but this time it's different. The words actually hurt, and when Louise said it’s over Logan’s too shocked to know what to do.

They leave. It’s not a break up because they were never together, so the wound heals wrong and just adds on to the hurt from before.

Them reconnecting in a bar at the beginning of It’s My Party? It’s not kismet. That was their bar, the one that’s far enough out that none of their friends would catch them. By now, it’s a new bar staff and new regulars that Louise doesn’t bother learning the names of because they’ll leave too. Neither Logan or Louise mention it because neither of them want to address what it means that they would both find themselves in their bar again. For Logan, it means Louise really did want to stay together, and he’s wasted a part of his life being sad about someone who was right there. For Louise, it means Logan wasn’t running from her, and she’s made another mistake by entangling herself with someone that doesn’t know her.

This made me sad lol, but I hope this helps understand what their previous fling was like. Feel free to ask follow ups if you’re interested!

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Marriage. 79

Chapter 79: Make up

When we got back to the house, the boys were still in the living room. Chichi just walked to the kitchen, after she hugged the boys. They looked worried. I was afraid of this. Gohan was the first to speak; asking if everything was ok. “Yeah. Everything is fine.” Neither of them look to believe me. That’s when it finally hit me how fatigue I felt. I actually had to sit down on the couch, with the boys still looking worried at me. The boys sat next to me, and we were just silent. Too quiet for my liking. “So, what did you boys do today?”

“Other than trying writing through an earthquake, we read.” Goten nodded in agreement. “Was it you causing the earthquake.” That wasn’t even a question but I still said yes. “What hap—” I covered his mouth. I was still not in the mood to talk about it. I shook my head, and let him go. I also notice that Goten was really quiet. I asked him if he was ok.

“We didn’t go to school yesterday. And mom yelled at Gohan every time he tried to leave the house. Oh, and we were sent to our rooms. Did we do something bad?”

I ruffled his hair. “No. You two didn’t do anything bad.” He then was tearing. “Don’t cry, it’s ok.” I tried to wipe his tears away. He tried to calm down. “Everything is going to be ok, buddy.”

“But I never seen mom that angry before.” That’s when he really started to cry. I held him close and tried to comfort him. I rub his back, and keep telling it’s ok. “But mom was so angry. How are you sure she’s ok?”

“Because mommy always feels better after she lets her anger out. Right now, mommy is ok. So, no more crying, ok.” He nod, and then runs off to the kitchen. Gohan just looks at me. Dad? “I’m ok. Sorry about that.” I ruffle his hair. “Go help your mother.”

“But?”

“I’ll be fine. Now go.” He nods, and walks to the kitchen. Now alone, I just took a moment. Man. Our first argument since I came back. As much as I love it when Chichi angry, I just hated when it happened in front of Gohan. Now it happened in front of Goten. I always hated when I got angry with her. But the aftermath usually is worth it. Because the anger we get at each other the better the make up sex. But I just wish that we didn’t argued in front of the boys. Just then Chichi called saying lunch was ready.

…

The moment dad walked through the door, it was clear he had a little fight with Vegeta. But why? He still looked mad and when he tells us he’s fine, I don’t believe him. Me and Goten watched him go up the stairs, and we heard them yell at each other. Then we saw dad carrying mom over his shoulder. He tells us to stay inside. Goten looks so worried. Even I’m worried. Dad never went this far when he and mom argued. Usually he goes off for a bit, then when he comes back he’s all smiles. He would even ask mom for forgiveness.

Even during those 3 years before the cell games, it never got this bad. Mom never yelled at me to leave dad alone before. It never lasted more than a day, and usually dad came back the next day. It was when Goten said my name I came back to the present. He’s crying. I pick him up and try to comfort him, but it wasn’t working.

The moment our parents came back, we hugged mom. She always was smiling. But it was clear she was crying. We looked back at dad, and he was using his hand to stable himself on the doorframe. It was clear even he went through a lot. I was between checking on mom, and making sure dad was ok. What the world happened?

Dad went to the couch, and we followed. I tried to ask dad what happen, but it was clear he wasn’t in the mood. Goten then had a moment, and started crying again. Dad tried comforting, and then sent him to mom. I was still worried about dad. I tried asking if he was ok. But I didn’t believe him, and he was telling me to go to mom. “But?”

“I’ll be fine. Now go.” I finally went and helped mom with lunch. When everything was set, she called for dad to join us. It was a very quiet lunch. Well, except for how loud dad ate. I shouldn’t have excepted less. It had been close to three days. And the nonstop earthquake clearly meant he didn’t stop to eat.

After lunch was also quiet. Me and Goten were studying, and dad was taking a nap on the couch. It really did take a lot out of him. And mom, too. For even she was taking a nap on the couch. Now that’s a rare sight. I couldn’t help take a picture. Their first argument in 7 years, and they ended up taking a nap on the couch. I can’t wait to tell Videl about this.

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During dinner mom and dad were happy again. It still bothered me how angry mommy was. Even though dad tried telling me it will be just fine. Gohan even took a picture of mom and dad sleeping on the couch. He said it was something super rare. My parents looked really happy when they were napping. I wonder what they were dreaming about. After dinner somebody was calling, and mom picked up. She said how Bulma wanted dad to take me and Gohan over for the night. Mom looked confused. But dad gave a weird smile. When Gohan saw that smiled he begged dad to hurry and take us. I wonder why.

…

Once Goku came back I slapped him. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Why did Bulma tell me that Vegeta damned the boys to go over there tonight?” He just smiled and pulled me into his arms. “Tell me what happen!”

“I don’t know, but I’ll take what I can get.” I slapped him again. “Ok. Ok. So, Vegeta just so happened to be the one to punch me out of pacing. And I kind of told him we were arguing.” I slapped him again. “I didn’t say anything else. I swear.” I was getting ready to slap him again. “You do that it’ll be your fault what I do next. And last I checked you like that outfit.” Did you just? “Yes, I did. Now put that hand down.”

“How dare you!”

“Easy. I’m your husband. Now take it off, or so help me, I will.” Know what, I just walked away from him. I only got to the foot of the stairs, when he grabbed me and put me over his shoulder. “Where you think you’re going little missy?” Away from you. “No can do. A certain wife owe me an apology.”

“How do I owe you an apology. It should be the other way around!”

“Are we really doing this? Fine!” He carries me to our room, and drops me on the bed. “Those clothes are coming off one way or another. So, unless you want to have another argument, I suggest you take them off before I do.”

“How dare you!” He just licked him lips. “You could have at least said please.”

“Sure. Please start apologizing.”

“But I did nothing wrong!” I tried to stand up, only for him to push me back down. In one motion he undid the knock to my scarf. “What did I do that was so wrong?”

“5.” Oh no! He was counting. I hurried to try to undo my top. “4.” I tried faster, and was even trying to unwrap my sash. “3.” I was down to my pants. “2.” I desperately tried to unclip my bra. “1.” He now had me pinned under him. Thank goodness I was able to save my bra. But farewell panties, I barely knew you. “Not only do I feel you don’t even trust me with our second son. You make it seem he’s not even safe around me. That really hurts. It hurts a lot.” He rips off my panties, and takes a deep whiff of them. “The worst part of all.” He turned super sayian, and looked at me. The way he did got me aroused immediately. “My little wife actually thinks she’s not going to get punish for hurting me.” With that I felt him thrust into me. “I’ll give you one last chance to start apologizing.”

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She really think she was getting away from me. She really think it’s that easy. I’m so glad Vegeta thought of the boys going over there. Now I had my little wife all to myself, and not having to worry about the boys. She kept slapping me, and it was making this all the better. Her whole-body language read anger, and it was down right sexy. I warn her if she keeps this up it’s not my fault for my actions. She needs a reminder of how her anger makes my blood boil with excitement. As she tries to leave to the stairs, I give her a little head start. The moment she touches the stairs I go in for the attack. I grabbed her, and carried her to our room.

She’s still angry, and it’s taking me everything to not rip her clothes. I drop her on the bed, and she lands open to me. “Those clothes are coming off one way or another. So, unless you want to have another argument, I suggest you take them off before I do.” She screams at me, which makes me want to kiss that mouth of hers. “Sure. Please start apologizing.”

She denies doing anything wrong and tries to get up. Silly wife. You know what you did. And you’re not allowed to get up. I start counting, and in a panic, she starts taking off her clothes. That’s right, you’re apologizing to me. I didn’t deserve what you did. I been a good husband. I would never willing put my boys in harms way. I’ve made mistakes, but I don’t repeat. You should know this by now. The moment I get to 1 I pinned her. My own clothes feel tight, but I didn’t take them off yet.

“Not only do I feel you don’t even trust me with our second son. You make it seem he’s not even safe around me. That really hurts. It hurts a lot.” I ripped her panties off and take a deep whiff of them. She smells so good. I adjusted my obi and pants to free me. “The worst part of all.” I turned super sayian, and smirked down at her. I was able to smell the strong scent of her arousal, and it made me harder. “My little wife actually thinks she’s not going to get punish for hurting me.” I then thrusted into her still tight wet core. How can’t she still feel so tight? It was absolutely madding, and I just love it. I give her one more look. “I’ll give you one last chance to start apologizing.”

She tries screaming how she did nothing wrong. That she was only trying to protect her baby. I’m not only being driven mad with lust for my wife. I’m also feeling hurt she keeps referring Goten as only her baby. I give her some hard thrust, and pinch her beautiful nipples. She still insist that she’s done nothing wrong. “I’m starting to think you just like it when I’m like this.” I licked my lips as she starts blushing heavily. “So, you do, don’t you? Answer me.” I picked up the pace, and she’s basically screaming my name. “That’s not an answer. Do you like it when I get worked up? Do you like it when I fuck you when I’m angry?” I thrust harder and faster. She’s now scream yes like a sweet sound. I kissed her lips, and then purr in her ear. “I love it, too.” With that, she screams one more time as I feel her come all over my dick.

I kiss her deeply, as I feel her wrap her arms around my neck. I hug her closely as I try to deepen the kiss. When we part, I drop kisses along her neck. “I love you so much.” I kissed her again. “You’re right, I’m wrong.” Another kiss. “I’m sorry Goku. Could you ever forgive me?” I pull away, and finish taking off my clothes. I thrust back in her, and then I powerup to super sayian 2. “AH.”

“I love you.” I start at a slow pace. “I forgive you. But I want you to apologize to me all night.” She smiles up at me. And I can’t help smile back. I go in for a kiss, and she just slaps me. “Oh my. Is the pace too slow for you?” She then slaps me again, but harder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I pull out, and flipped her over. I then thrust in from behind. “AH.” That’s right. You can’t slap me now, but I can slap you. I slap a cheek. “Ah.”

“Did I not do it hard enough?” I hit her harder, and this time she was louder. I hit the other check, and she’s nice and loud. “How do you keep do you keep your ass so perfect?” I grab her hips and I thrust even harder. I then remembered what I did under the full moon once, and decided to do it. She did seem to like it then, so, maybe she’ll like it again. I sucked two of my fingers, before thrusted them into her other hole. Her scream was so loud, it felt my ears would pop. I love that. I thrusted each hole, and grabbed her hair. Her moans and groans just became louder, and oh so sweet. “You’re so beautiful. I love it when you scream like that. Most of all.” I thrusted harder, and pulled a little harder. “I just love you so much.” She then screamed her climax. This one also sent me over the edge, and I joined her.

Once I was able to catch my breath, I pulled out of her, and in one motion I sat her on top of my lap. I just held her close, while we attacked each other’s lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too.”

“Yes, I love it when you get angry at me.”

“I do the same.” She raked my back, and I did hers. “I also love covering you with my scent.” I licked and suck at my mark.

“I feel so loved when you get like this.”

“So do I.” I squeeze her backside. “You ready for another round?” She nods her head, and I lick her neck. “But first, start correcting yourself.”

“Mm. They’re our babies. Gohan is our son. Goten is our son.”

“Mm. What else?”

“As their father you have every right to spend time with them, however you like.” With that I thrust into her and stand up. “Ah. It’s been forever since we done this one. I love you.” I kiss her one more time, as she leans away from me. We spent the rest of the night angrily making love to each other. Come morning we’re both all marked up, and it feels like complete bliss. She’s kissing my chest as I held her close. “You really are an animal.” I look down at her. She’s smiling. “And I love it.” I kiss her forehead.

“You going to able to walk?” She gets up, and walks around a bit. “Good. Don’t want to get the boys worried now.”

She sat back down on the bed. “You really do spoil us rotten.” It’s what I do, and you do the same. She then looks at me worried. “Goku. Is something wrong?” What you mean? “You haven’t even attempted to train again, since you been back. I know I told you I want you to work, but you not training at all concerns me.”

I sat up. “I’ve trained almost nonstop for 7 years. I just want to relax, and spend time with my family. Don’t give that look. After the fishing trip with Goten I’ll train again.” You sure? “Yeah.” We shared a kiss before heading to the bathroom.

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10/27/22 Honesty: Dad

Dad: How to start this, where to start this? I am selfish, I originally contacted you for a selfish reason. It was not to get to know the man who gave me half my genes, nor my father. It was to know something that happened in Ghana. Maybe also learn to cook a little bit. Completely selfish and manipulative, if you want to cut ties with me fair enough, I will not judge you. But maybe you want to know why? Or wonder if there can be more or whatever else. I don’t know honestly, you have been absent for most my life and truthfully I don’t need you in my life. It could be interesting talking to you and understanding your feelings or experiences. But the honest truth is I’m not, or at least wasn’t interested in forming some kind of bond or getting a father figure. And honestly I’m not sure how much you care about our relationship, our messages to each other are rather repetitive and... bare bones. “how are you doing” “fine, you?” “fine”. I could blame you but that’s not fair, I haven’t put much work into this myself and I have no desire to villainize you. I don’t say much because alas there is not much to say, my life is fairly stagnant and while there are things about me that would potentially be nice to talk about, to simply get off my chest, I am use to hoarding my problems so I am stupidly keeping my mouth shut about the things that bug me.

Speaking of things that bug me, here is where I talk about things that happened the last time I saw you. Before I start I would like to mention that I don’t really hold this against you. Last time I was with you was a night where our neighbors in the apartment were grilling, you asked that I get you a hamburger, I said I would rather not because they were smoking and I didn’t want to inhale the smoke because of my asthma, you told me to go anyways and so I did. I came back with said hamburger and unwisely laid it on the couch with no plate, silly mistake. Your reaction was a bit “extreme” you screamed and yelled sent me to my room and later threw the hamburger either at me or near me I don’t remember. I would like an apology, mostly for the principle of it all and less because I still hate you or anything like that. I feel like I shouldn’t have to ask for an apology but if you truly feel as though you did no wrong then don’t apologize. I don’t want some insincere attempt to make me feel better.

There is more I wish to speak on so I will move along. Honestly in a fucked up way I’m thankful, you lost your privileges to see me after that and made it easier to move to Florida which I believe (could be somewhat mistaken) ended a lot of my behavioral issues. No more school outbursts or anything, in fact I only got in trouble twice, which was me being too loud or some equally mild behavior. I was and still am extremely proud of myself. I don’t think that would have happened if I had stayed in Rhode Island. You may feel angry or like I am slighting you in some way, if so understandable, I’m not trying to, but you may feel however you feel. I just want you to know that I very much stopped holding that against you, yet I still want an apology which may seem confusing or like I’m lying.

I should probably talk about the radio silence as well, that does make sense. So you know how our last conversation played out so no need to recap that. I appreciate that you care enough to or want to seem to care enough that you thought I needed some advice. I know it seems like I have no motivation to pursue a career or better myself but I do, I hate staying at home 24/7 doing nothing that contributes to my long-term future. Sure it feels good goofing off, talking with friends, playing games. But in between those moments I know I’m not living up to my own ideals for myself, I know I’m wasting my time doing things that aren’t productive. I don’t need someone to try and make me realize this because I already do, I will say, sometimes I can be a bit unmotivated. I’m use to living in my comfort zone where I do nothing. I have done this before, I’ll give some background. We have moved once during my time here, when we moved to where we are now I had too much work undone in public school and missed to many days of school, which meant there was a very real possibility that I would be held back. I didn’t want that and neither did mom (is it weird referring to her like this, should I say my mom or something else, idk) so I was going to do online school, to catch up and get back into public school. I barely submitted work, really only doing it when a deadline was coming up which made my pace incredibly slow, I never did get back into public school before college. My mom ended up calling me during a visit to Maine saying I wouldn’t be able to get into high school. I hid away and cried because I felt like I had failed; I did fail. When I came back home we laid out a new plan, I would get my GED so I could move onto college, even though my education was behind I managed. The thought of leaving my comfort zone and jumping into the unknown can at times be a little daunting but I am aware that I can’t live my life like this, and I don’t want to. I have been in this place before and it feels truly awful.

(This whole thing was written in December or November of 2022 as such the this upcoming paragraph has become outdated, I took and passed both classes)

The current plan is to attend college in spring 2023, I recently talked with my advisor found some classes that I can start with, I’ll only be taking two initially because last semester I attended I was incredibly bad at properly putting enough time into the work for said classes.

Not to mention they went online because of covid which showed me I cannot due online classes, not right now. I am managing because I have had to fight for any semblance of normal all my life. This is not meant to be shade towards you but I need to tell someone this, it is so unbelievably frustrating and maddening to do all this alone, I’ve done so much of this alone with no one to help in my day to day. Mom works all the time, HAS worked all the time leaving no time for me or my struggles. I have learned to shut my mouth and sit in agonizing silence. But I will find a way to overcome this, it’s how I’ve made it this far. Anyway, I don’t need your lecturing, I know this is a shortcoming of mine and I don’t think you get the privilege of giving me advice since you have not been part of my life for roughly half my life. Again I appreciate the sentiment and maybe you’re just trying to look out for me, I don’t know I haven’t been part of your life for as long as you haven’t been in mine. Anyway these are my honest thoughts. No lying, no hiding, sorry it’s absurdly long.

I will not pretend like should we move past this somehow I would be 100% invested in getting to know you, I am unsure, I don’t want to make you think that if we resolve any of this that then I will not be distant because that would be a lie. Sorry. I got around to reading The Rooster bar by John Grisham, it was alright. I enjoyed the characters, they felt genuine and real. The premise was also interesting since there are actual colleges looking to ripoff would be students. However once I finished the book it felt kind of hollow, I am not sure why, but I think part of it or maybe even all of it is because it ends in what feels rather anti-climatically, I think it is a real ending in that it reads like how it could and maybe even would play out in real life, but it stills feels like- sorta lame. Not saying it should be like some action movie or what have you but those are my thoughts. I plan on reading The Judge’s List, not sure what it’s about kinda picked it up haphazardly but figured I would give another one of his books a try before saying I’m not interested in his stories. Thanks for the recommendation.

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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FUCK FREUD CLUB SHENANIGANS because I didn't think people would enjoy my little idea so much and I have more to share!

• Harley who may have been drinking a bit: "I gotta admit Brucie babe, I, like many of our classmates, had a little crush on you!"

Jonathan who was getting more comfortable without wearing his Scarecrow hood, also who has been drinking too: "Confession, I also had a crush on you Wayne."

Bruce, now blushing and wondering if he made the Sangria too strong for this week's club meeting: "Well I'm flattered. If we're being honest here, I did have a crush on you Crane after you went off on Professor Kingsley when he said Freud was a genius."

Jonathan, now also slightly blushing: "Stop Mister Wayne or the media will somehow get wind of that and it'll be the new scandal."

Harley: "Speaking of scandal! Have you guys heard about the latest fight Pengy and Riddler had? I heard they legit got into a fight in front of the Bat!"

Sometimes their club meetings turns into gossip sharing.

• Harley bursting into Bruce's Study with Jonathan right behind her: "You're being played by George Clooney!?"

Jonathan: "You agreed to be the secret identity of Batman!?"

Bruce who was plotting Jason's second funeral and Tim's first: "My son's forged my signature on those papers. Then the other's heard about it and got so excited and I couldn't back out! Especially after Cass made me a card! She made me a card!"

Harley: "Pushover."

Jonathan: "People pleaser."

Bruce with his head in his hands: "Arnold Schwarzenegger is Mr. Freeze....Uma Thurman is Poison Ivy....Should I be worried that they'll attack me more after the movie?"

Harley now super excited: "They're in the movie!?"

• Jonathan standing next to a white board as he hosts this week's club meeting: "Today's club meeting will start off with our absolute favorite thing we hate about Freud. After that Harley has designed a Family Feud style game where Bruce, you and I will go against each other and guess Freud's stupidest idea's and studies based off Harley's questions. Winner takes home the homemade Fuck Freud Trophy which is a golden hand giving off the middle finger."

Bruce and Harley lifting up their hands in unison and solemnly flipping off a picture of Freud: "Fuck Freud."

• Bruce being held "hostage" by Two-Face before looking at the clock: "Oh shit. Harv? Can we like, reschedule this? I have a club meeting and I'm in charge of snacks this week."

Two-Face: "You...want to reschedule a hostage situation? For a club?"

Bruce, completely serious: "Yes."

• Harley got them Letterman jackets for the club, of course personalized. Jon even got them mugs for the club. Bruce caved and got them pens and pins made for the club.

His kids do not understand why he goes along with the club but they have also never seen their dad so normal and happy.

Clark gets jealous.

• Bruce walking in late to a club meeting with Starbucks for everybody: "You would not believe the nightmare I had last night."

Jonathan already pulling out a clipboard and pen: "Tell us all about it."

Harley coughing to hide her chuckles: "Yes tell the dream psychologist that has a nightmare kink all about your scary dream."

Jonathan who is blushing now, is it in anger? Is it in embarrassment? Who knows: "One class! One dream psychology class! And I do not have a fear kink!"

Bruce finally taking his seat: "Denial. Interesting. Now let's acknowledge the fact that Harley said you had a nightmare kink not fear kink. Do you want to discuss that further Mr. Crane?"

Jonathan throwing a pen at Bruce: "We were talking about you not me Rich Boy!"

Bruce and Harley cackling.

• Jonathan and Harley are still villains but they kind of start to edge into the anti-hero stage of things. Nobody knows why expect Bruce and he's so proud.

• They actually call each other on their bad days. Harley yelled at Bruce about being more open with his kids and he actually really took it to heart. Jon got collectively yelled at about his self esteem issues and taking better care of himself because no Jon, a human can't just survive off corn and sweet tea. Harley had a tough love session when Bruce and Jon had to tell her just how bad Joker was to her and yeah she realized that but she shouldn't be afraid to get into a relationship with someone just because of that past toxic relationship.

• Bruce's kids actually start to get comfortable with Harley and Jonathan being around the house from time to time. It's still weird to them but they see first hand the changes that all three are going through.

• Bruce babysits Lou and Bud for Harley whenever she needs him too or if she gets in trouble and is sent to Arkham. Damian loves helping out with them.

• Batman may or may not have taken the long way to the university when he heard Scarecrow took over the Psych 101 class because the teacher was obviously incompetent Bats. He was teaching young impressionable minds!

• Bruce admits to them that he hates the whole 'Playboy Billionaire' role he used to play and can't seem to escape from. Especially because he's a dad now, it's not like he can really afford to be a playboy.

• Harley insists on teaching Bruce how to fight because she can't believe how often he gets himself into bad situations.

Jonathan agrees about this and even gives Bruce some of his Fear Toxin in case he ever has to use it in defense to get away from anyone. He even put it in a pepper spray-like bottle so it would go unnoticed.

I have so much more headcanons but here are a few XD

Enjoy

#dc comics #batman rogues #batman comics #bruce wayne #harleen quinzel #harley bruce and john brotp #harley quinn #dc harley quinn #jonathan crane #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #med school brotp #gotham shenanigans #batman headcanon #the fuck freud club #official fuck freud club

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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from dusk till dawn

Author’s Note: got carried away writing this. It’s 4am. 😳 Yolo.

from dusk till dawn

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: explicit language

Song Inspo: Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn

~faqs, image~

Sanemi has a love, hate relationship with your sixth sense of knowing exactly where to find him whenever he slinks away. Well. He doesn’t count sentry duty, observational duty, kill-demons-all-day duty, mind-his-own-business duty as slinking away. But he doesn’t understand how you consistently end up in the same village, town, city, general vicinity as him. Don’t you have your own missions? Duties? Shit, you’re not even a Hashira. Shouldn’t be free to wander. Could those damn crows be in collusion? Why would they have you follow him though? It’s not like they give a fuck about craving, love, or desire.

He doesn’t understand why you put in the effort: doesn’t understand why you won’t—

“Leave me the fuck alone,” he rarely spares you a glance, and this time is no different. He doesn’t need to.

Nobody else would ever look for him.

Nobody else would ever intrude on him.

He has a soft spot for rooftops. Treetops, if he’s between destinations. They’re inconspcious, come with fantastic views, and he’s normally their only occupant.

You scoff, “You could trip and-”

“I’m a Hashira ya dumbfuck,” he clicks his tongue, “How uncoordinated do ya think I am.”

“I brought a blanket,” you squat down a fair distance from his scowl as a muted, patchwork quilt unrolls from your hands.

“I. Don’t. Get. Cold.”

He loathes how you constantly doubt him: how you constantly treat him as though his strength, his resolve, his ability, his—”For myself, Shinazugawa-sama”—is inferior.

Oh.

“Idiot,” he never shows you any feeling beyond irritation, “Whatcha gonna do, sleep on the roof? You’ll roll the fuck off.”

Your small laugh tightens his scowl. I hate when they laugh at me.

“In case it’s escaped your attention, I’m up here to keep you company,” you pause when he doesn’t interrupt you with a scathing remark, “But unlike you, Shinazugawa-sama, I do get cold.”

“You don’t escape my attention,” Sanemi drawls, “You’re an ugly, needy cunt who won’t. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. ALONE.”

I wish you wouldn’t wince. I wish I couldn’t hurt you. He doesn’t gravitate toward unnecessary loudness. Cruel. Terse. That’s his preferred method of resistance. But his graceless approach doesn’t tend to affect you.

I hate yelling at you.

“You’re lucky I’ve got thick skin. Otherwise I’d be running off crying right about now. It’s incredibly insensitive to insult someone’s appearance,” you rebuke him.

He knows that disappointment swelters behind your thinly veiled nonchalance — he makes sure of it.

These nights go one of two ways.

On nights when he’s feeling particularly numb, Sanemi usually wins: usually slathers on one too many insensitive insults, and watches you retreat with a comforting sour taste in his mouth. He knows you’re replaying every word of the exchange — knows that you’re one step closer to splitting him wide open.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes. He’s weak. Sometimes, he forgets to say anything until it’s too late. Until you’ve already committed to your intent for the evening. Until you’re badgering him with question after question and he finds himself answering just to get you to shut the hell up and leave me the fuck alone. He hates when he’s weak. He knows his weakness encourages you. Gives you hope. Brings you one step closer to splitting him wide open.

Despite himself, Sanemi loves the game. At least, it’s easier for him to think of you as a game — to consider himself your obsession. I’m not their concern. I’m not their interest. He refuses to remember when you’d sat near enough that he’d had to consciously restrain himself from shoving you back (roofs aren’t meant for two — especially not when one hates the other). Refuses to remember the admission you’d made. Bravely Carelessly. Mesmerizingly Disgustingly.

“I appreciate that you haven’t killed me yet. I know, I know: you’d never break corps rules. But, I’d deserve it if you, I don’t know, accidentally made something happen? I do feel badly about forcing my presence onto you. I’m not that clueless.”

Shockingly, he’d simply stared icily at you, so you’d continued.

“I only bother you because I’ve heard you cry.”

He had inhaled sharply at that, but you had pressed on.

“And it was the saddest noise. Ever. You might actually kill me now that I’ve told you that. It’s my deepest secret. I haven’t told anyone else though. I swear. I don’t know why you were crying. You could’ve been crying for a hundred, a thousand, different reasons.”

You’d chuckled sheepishly at yourself.

“I guess I figured, you were probably lonely. Not just lonely, I’m sure you were other things too, but… lonely. So, I could keep you company.”

He hates that you hadn’t realized how weak he was. Hates that you hadn’t pressed on a breath further. Hates that only he had known how fragile his control was, and that if you had just moved even closer, then he would’ve found the strength to look at you. To look at you, knowing that you knew he was looking. Knowing that you knew you had him. But you had trailed off, hesitant without his biting retorts and dismissals, and the glistening thread between his fear and your determination had snapped.

I’m too strong for their sincerity.

And too weak for their adoration.

“Shinazugawa-sama.”

He focuses on the folds of his haori.

“Aren’t you going to apologize? I know I’m not ugly. But you offended me nonetheless.”

“Fuck you.”

“Shinazugawa-sama.”

“I said: FUCK. You.”

“May I call you Sanemi?”

He balks, unable to discern whether the feeling splintering through his veins is astonishment or revulsion.

“If I answer one question of yours, truthfully, then will ya piss off.” he counters your request.

Sanemi’s offer unsettles you. He never goes out of his way for you. Never.

“Piss off as in leave you alone or piss off as in you’re going to kill me after answering my question?”

“I would never break corps rules,” he responds quietly. I hate how easily I could hurt you. I hate how often I do.

“Have I not done more than anyone else ever would, than anyone else ever could, to be strong enough… for you?”

You ask him this tenderly.

Intimately.

Weakly.

“I don’t want you to be strong enough.” I couldn’t bear it if you were. Especially not if it were… for me.

And suddenly, you know how to split him wide open.

“I bother you because you sadden me.” Shut up. “I keep you company because you need someone. Because nobody else will.” Shut up. “I cherish you because you’re the only person I truly know.” Shut up. “What is your strength?” Shut up. “Is pushing me away your weakness?”

“[y/n].”

Sanemi never. Never. NEVER. Addresses you by name.

“[y/n],” he repeats. “[y/n], [y/n], [y/n].”

You are my only definition of beautiful.

“I can’t apologize,” he speaks roughly, “I know how I treat you.” I know what I am. “I don’t want you to be strong enough,” his voice cracks. “I want…”

“Shinazugawa-sama…”

“I want you to call me Sanemi.” Everything burns. His gut. His throat. His eyes. “I want you to be warm. When you’re with me. I want you to feel safe.” He’s drowning in his confession. Tossing and turning and suffocating in his desire. In his denial. “And I want you to accept my weakness.”

Wanting you closer than I can handle… that, that… is how I am weak.

“Sanemi.”

He looks at you. Nourishes himself on the depth of your eyes. Skims along your luminous goosebumps. Almost chokes when you smile. He’s never seen that smile before. A smile so, unembellished, so unrehearsed. It’s just, a smile. A subconscious extension of your vibrating disbelief; of your tentative exhilaration.

It’s new to you too.

“Sanemi.”

“[y/n].”

“I’m cold.”

“You brought a blanket.”

“I thought you wanted me to be warm.”

“Is the blanket broken.” he grumbles.

“I want you.”

“You want me.” he grimaces.

“Sanemi.” Are they, pouting? Fuck. That. “May I sit, closer, to you?”

He shudders. Nods. Despises himself. He cringes at how floaty and desirable he feels. Is desperate to shrink from the budding, foreign softness at the tip of his tongue. He’s weak. Right? Addicted to painting himself with layers and layers of indifference — with his disenchantment, disregard, and disdain of entertaining any world beyond the greyscale. Too unaccustomed to the blinding color of his exhaustion; of his wayward greed begging, attempting, to let a single thread of the color of your eyes into his memory. He’s weak.

Sanemi has a love, hate relationship with the color of your eyes; with the color of his salvation.

“I want you to be warm.”

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #one shot #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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neosero · 3 years

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Just The Little Things ✿

their little habits with you

✽ characters — shimura, todoroki, toga, bubaigawara, iguchi

✽ genre — platonic fluff | slight angst |

✽ word count — 2.7k

✽ things to note — gn!reader | angst during twice and toga’s

✽ remarks — messed up my end of summer piece and i cant seem to fix it so i made this instead | all my friends are starting college and flying out and stuff while i still have to wait another month so im kinda lonely T-T |

⤷ SHIMURA TENKO

— Shigaraki likes to play with your hands a lot.

You have no idea how this started . . .

Actually you do remember the time Shigaraki wouldn’t join in when everyone else was comparing hand sizes and Dabi had called him an antisocial pussy which he took badly and to prove he wasn’t he grabbed your hand and placed it against his — being mindful not to connect all your fingers.

Tomura had glared back at the smirking Dabi, grumbling about how much he hates it here and then went back to playing his video game without realizing he dug himself into a little hole.

Your hands felt . . . nice.

So nice that he kept thinking about them.

He would watch them as they move while you talk, whenever you had to point at something, how they connect when you snap your fingers in his face to make sure he was listening to what you were saying which he honestly wasn’t because he seriously thinks that your hands are so nice.

It begins when you were perched in your room at the hideout and he had stormed in.

You watch him confused as he slams the door, muttering about Toya being an idiot as he sits himself on your bed clearly upset. Shigaraki is still talking when he steals your phone from your hands and throws it, your complaints fall on death ears as he gets himself comfortable and starts to play with your fingers saying how he’ll steal you a new one.

You stare at him as he adjusts your fingers until he bends them except your middle and thumb, yelling out a big ’fuck you Dabi’ before giggling.

He giggled, while playing with your fingers and he doesn’t even know it.

It continues when Shigaraki grabs your hand while you talk to Kurogiri.

He flattens out your hand before beginning to use his own gloved finger to do what you assume is draw a picture. Of course you both stop talking to stare at him because what is he doing and when he pulls his finger back the question leaves you confused: what did i draw?

. . . what

“What did I draw,” he asks again, “were you even paying attention?” He mumbles like a child and you roll your eyes because you're used to him being like that.

“A fish.” you say matter-a-factly and he is grumbling again — this time about how it shouldn’t have been that easy — while he starts to draw another picture.

You sigh and turn back to Kurogiri who you think would be crying right now if he could because Shigaraki is playing nice for once.

You’re just surprised it's still happening . . . even now.

You sit in the meeting between the Lieutenants of the Paranormal Liberation Front, Re-Destro taking the lead on what Shigaraki was supposed to be doing since he was the one that called the meeting but no.

Here the leader of the most feared villain group in the world . . . here the literal embodiment of destruction . . . here the Tomura Shigaraki sits, tapping little beats on your hand while you have to guess what song it is.

You wanna say it’s too good to be true, but that would be wrong . . .

. . . because it’s actually the SpongeBob theme song.

⤷ TODOROKI TOYA

— Dabi likes to vent to you at the most ungodly hours of the night.

He’s mean about it too.

Dabi — much like Tomura — storms in without knocking, making so much noise when all he does is walk in and sit down on the floor with his head resting against your bed.

He still has the nerve to ask if you’re up.

You scoff at him because if you weren’t before you sure are now and you can tell he is smirking when you say it.

The room falls silent again and you can't really go to sleep now so you ask him what’s up and when he says it's nothing you’re fuming.

You love Dabi, truly, but if he just came barging into your room at . . . 2:35 AM for nothing,

for nothing

you are going to kill this man.

You get out of bed and walk until you stand in front of him in your bunny pajama pants, his left leg is stretched out while his right is bent up to his chest as both arms hug it closer so that his chin rests on it.

You kick his shoe and he looks up at you.

You can see it in the moonlight; how the distant rays catch along each individual stable holding his face together, somehow illuminating his features even more, especially his eyes: those beautiful circles of turquoise that have a distant reflection of the moon inside them but you don’t see that . . . you see the clouds.

You see how the shadows fall over those eyes and watch them burn out the distant stars.

You scoff again and sit down next to him.

He’s still staring at you without saying a word and you have to roll your eyes, “what is it?” Dabi looks away then and stares at the floor, “I said I was–”

“Dabi,” you interrupt, “cut the shit. What’s up?” He is taken aback by your forwardness but chuckles nonetheless.

It’s just, he begins and the rest is a blur.

You faintly remember how he spoke about how difficult it was to find people with real convictions to join the League, how everybody he ‘interviewed’ just wanted to hold a title with nothing to show for it.

You remember how he spoke about how frustrated he was, how he feels like he is the only one who is really shooting for an end goal in this crazy mess they call teamwork.

You remember how you woke up with a blanket draped over your arms and a sticky note to the forehead that reads: thanks slumber bunny with a little doodle of fire.

You stare at it then the blanket then at the note again.

And this is how it starts: twice a week, every week, Dabi comes in and sits and vents.

Sometimes it's about the league, sometimes it’s about his personal life, sometimes it’s about his feelings and sometimes you wake up and he’s still there . . .

Dabi is snuggled up next to you with his arm draped over one of your shoulders while his head rest on the other, long eyelashes pressed against scared eyes and light breathes leaving equally scared lips.

It’s way too peaceful for a guy like him but you don’t dare disturb the peace he so desperately needs.

It's not like you can anyway, everytime you move to get comfortable or have a thought to leave him to his own peace . . .

. . . he’s pulling you back whining about how you should give him five more minutes as if he even lets you sleep at night.

⤷ TOGA HIMIKO

— Toga likes to attach doodles to your body, especially along any scars.

You thought it was a threat.

Toga had enjoyed talking with you the first time you met each other so she says and I quote: You're so nice, i'm gonna carve a heart on you someday.

Of course that's just her way of talking but still with the way she twirls her knife at you it was kinda hard to catch the compliment.

But anyway, it happens because of you.

During a swell talk with Bubaigawara at the bar, you notice her at the corner of your eye.

Toga’s been moping around all day ever since Kurogiri took away her weapons. It wasn’t nice seeing her without that joyfully sadistic smile on her face and you could tell it was troubling Jin as well.

So you call her over with a smile and secretly hand her a marker.

She looks at you confused, you send her a wink, “why don‘tcha carve me a heart?”

It takes a while for Toga to put two and two together but then she gets it and she is smiling again.

You can feel her push your sleeve up as she goes to town on your arm. You can feel her sketch up and down, left and right, the ridges and angles and curves all marked onto your skin.

You look at Jin — who has his mask raised — and he smiles at you.

Once the product is done Toga eagerly shows you to a broken mirror and you’re amazed: she did in fact carved a heart on you — well — she drew a heart getting carved on you.

The heart has been stabbed with a knife and there are droplets of blood leaking from it, but what really surprises you are the flowers sprouting out from the point of impact. They spread with leaves and thorn stems and it’s honestly so beautiful you wish you handed her a permanent marker but that's fine . . .

when it goes away she will have a free space to carve something else.

That’s how it starts: on the days Himiko isn’t allowed her weapons or she just doesn’t have much to do she goes to you,marker in hand.

Toga’s carvings are always differ in styles, length, color combination, and gruesomeness, but the ones you really like are the ones she gives her own meaning to.

She drew along the scar on your arm that one time after finding out how it got there; a dispute between someone you used to care about gone physical and way too destructive to be considered love anymore. You blame yourself for it — just like the person did — because you didn’t want to blame them when you knew you were the one who let it get that far in the first place.

All Toga offers is a quiet oh before she goes to work again.

When she finishes you see she’s used the length of scar as mast for a tiny little bout and under it are the words friendship.

Toga tells you that it stands as your pact together and whenever you think the ship will wash away, she will be there to patch it back up again.

It’s something that nearly brings you to tears and you hug her for her kind gesture.

It’s a promise she carves into your skin that day . . .

. . . and it’s a promise you plan to keep to her for as long as you can.

⤷ BUBAIGAWARA JIN

— Just Twice and his hugs.

They happen randomly and for different reasons.

Sometimes it happens because he’s just overwhelmed with a certain emotion and his first reaction is to just grab something.

For instance, he had grabbed you the first time you both went on a mission together and it ended successfully.

It was surprising how fast he had enveloped you in his muscular arms, doing a little happy dance as he shouts about how you two did it together.

He pulls off of you just as quickly however, exaggerating his actions as he throws himself at your feet in a heavy bow with a jumble of apologies.

You have to reassure him that hugs are fine, that just comes with being friends and he gasps.

“You think of me as a friend?” he asks, twiddling his fingers while he is still on the floor.

You give him a questionable look because of course your friends — who would let somebody they didn’t like know their exact body measurements — but now is not the time to talk about this because the police could be here any moment and it's time to go.

That’s how it starts, and yeah, Jin hugs you when he’s overwhelmed but also hugs you when he isn’t feeling himself . . . when he feels like someone else is trying to get in his head.

You knew of his situation, the whole splitting incident really leaving a toll on the man and you do tell him that you will help out whenever he feels like he is slowly going to lose his identity.

Like now, when he storms into the bar visibly shaking as he frantically searches for his mask which you remember is being stitched together because the suit was in dire need of repairs.

He was beyond stressed and he is starting to pull at his hair because there is no hope, he’s gonna split and he is ugly crying in front of his friend and he doesn’t think this could get worse but then you hug him.

Twice goes stiff for a second because he’s always been the one to pull on you and chase you like a lost puppy for physical affection but you never initiate it.

He holds you so tightly you think he might rip your shirt but you choose not to worry about that. Instead, you gently rub your hand down his back while he lets out a jumble of apologies — just like the first time.

You can hear him cry about how much of a burden he is, how he must be a handful to keep around and how he is so sorry for being this broken.

You shush him of course because not only is it not his fault, you simply don’t think it matters because your friends . . .

. . . and friends will always be there for each other to mend the broken pieces.

⤷ IGUCHI SHUICHI

— Spinner always pulls you around when he is playing games.

Spinner says it’s because you're his lucky charm.

Shuichi was having a hard time with the current level he was playing and he couldn’t pass it for the life of him.

He honestly thought about giving up until you came over and asked what was wrong.

He would obviously try to play it off as if he wasn’t treating this game as if it was his greatest life struggle and shrug, “It’s just a little difficult.”

You give him a quizzical look because no game should be a challenge for the league's current labeled gamer boy.

“It can’t be that hard, show me.” You say as you sit down on the couch he currently occupies, dropping whatever you currently had in your hands.

Spinner is startled by you taking sudden interest in his gaming hobby, but more so by the fact you wanna sit so close to him because he knows the scales rubbing off on your arm must feel a little weird.

However, when he notices you make no move to adjust yourself it dawns on him that you could just not care.

He starts the level up again and when he reaches the point where he dies again he makes an exaggerated gesture to show it.

He crosses his arms then and sighs dramatically because he will never pass this level.

You on the hand look a little puzzled because what about the door. He looks at you stupidly when he asks: what door?

You restart the level for him and tell him to do it all over again and he is still confused but he breezes through the level nonetheless.

When he reaches that same point again, you point to the left and even though he still dies he can see it: that little wooden door for his escape.

Spinner turns to you perplexed, since when were you a gamer and how are your eyes better than his.

You shrug at him and tell him to do it again because this game is quite interesting and he might need your help. He says he doesn’t but makes no move to tell you to leave.

That's how it starts: Shuichi screams your name from the living room and you go tumbling in with a bowl of already prepared popcorn and fresh sodas as if it all was planned.

And sometimes it is: like you both talk about the game Gran graciously handed over and make a plan to try and pull an all-nighter to finish it while pulling grand-theft-auto from the police as a distraction for the other members.

But sometimes it isn’t: like when you were just eating a bag of chips on a bean bag chair when Spinner approaches, he lifts you off easily and takes your place and your about to complain but he places you on his lap and just grumbles about how he is missing a beat on this geometry dash floor.

You sit there bothered because what about your chips and he just takes one like oh thanks and starts the level again and you in fact see what his problem was.

You don’t think it's because you’re a good luck charm though and Spinner knows it too . . .

. . . he knows that you are just better at noticing things than him but he won’t say it to your face to save his pride.

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sdr2lovemail · 2 years

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Aesop with a quiet support reader? If you could make it angst filled I would love that. gender neutral please Thank you.

None of you are here for IDV, buuuuut this is my blog and I get to indulge in my interests.

Aesop is a character that I hold close. He means a lot to me. While he isn't good representation, he's still there you know?

This fic is more from his point of view but still second person if that makes sense.

I hope you enjoy!

Aesop Carl is not a good man.

At least he thinks so. No, he knows he’s not. He’s undeserving of such acts from you. You shower him with such kindness, such warmth, such…life. Aesop never thought it would be possible. For him to feel alive.

It was exhilarating.

He hated it.

For as long as he can remember, he was always told that death is better than life. To embrace dying. To let others enjoy the cold embrace of it. You ruined everything. Aesop already had the plan. He was going to let the Postman experience the joys of death. He sent out the letter to him. He prepared his coffin, comfortable and quiet, the perfect resting place. Yet you messed everything up.

You always hangout with the mail carrier. The two of you were alike. Quiet, never wanting to be in the spotlight. Even in games the two of you always tried to keep the attention away. Aesop liked that about you. You both made such wonderful candidates for his work. Yet, you couldn’t let him it seems.

It was after a match, the embalmer was hurt. He sat in the makeshift infirmary that somber doctor had set up. Aesop didn’t want help. If anything he would love to watch his wound bleed. To feel the effects of that game burn into his flesh. To see just how close to death he could reach.

You just couldn’t mind your business. That’s how you and that boy were different.

You overheard Aesop’s labored breathing from the infirmary. You just wouldn’t go away. Even when Aesop ignored you, gave you the cold shoulder. Having some medical knowledge, you patched him up. Though, he meant nothing to you. And you…he wanted you to mean nothing to him.

The kindness you would show him, even after he’s given nothing to you, was beautiful. He couldn't let death touch you. Disturb something so clean, so beautiful. He was being selfish.

Ever since that day, he got closer. Aesop shouldn’t have. It wasn’t right of him to indulge on his own whims. That’s not how he was raised. He should know better.

Love wasn’t the right word. Aesop knew he didn’t deserve it. No matter how much he craved the feeling, he knew he would only be surrounded by death. He welcomed it.

Under the gentle moonlight, he spilled everything. His mother, Jerry, his invitation, her invitation, his plans, Victor’s reward.

Yet, you still held him. Not backing away in disgust. Not running and yelling for help. Not begging anything and anyone to get you away from him. No, if anything you held him tighter. When was the last time he has felt this? This…alive?

You asked if he wanted to talk to a professional. There was a psychologist at the manor. Aesop didn’t like Dr. Mesmer. She never did anything to him. Never spoke to him, was never rude to him. Yet, she still reminded Aesop of something he didn’t want to remember. And that man that was always with her...It was too overwhelming. It was all too much for Aesop to handle.

Confiding in you was already a challenge. He didn’t understand his own feelings. He wasn’t normal, he wasn’t born like everyone else. He was never accepted into life from the day he was brought into it. Aesop was different, hated by life itself.

No, you didn’t hate him.

But that terrifies him.

You told Aesop you love him. That you would help him the best you could. He wanted to indulge in the feeling. To relish in your gentle touch. Your tender kisses. Your beautiful, pure love.

Your life.

Perhaps…Just this once, Aesop could enjoy the living.

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“daddy?” HCs

request: May you please do Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwa’s reaction to single mother y/n child calling them “papa” or “daddy” for the first time? Thank you 🥺

warnings: just so much fluff omg

pairings: kuroo x fem!reader, bokuto x fem!reader, akaashi x fem!reader, iwaizumi x fem!reader

Kuroo: Daughter, age 5

the two of you had been together for awhile, he spent many weekends with you and your daughter

this particular weekend, he took the two of you to the amusement park, wanting to ‘treat you both for being so cute’

you three spent a lot of time on the kiddie rides, your daughter laughing loudly and pulling you both around to see Everything

if she was tall enough to ride it, you three would

when you all reached the section filled with ‘carnival’ games, her eyes lit up and you just knew what was coming

well kind of

“Daddy!! Can we play? I want a kitty” she had yelled out excitedly, tugging him by his hand towards the stands

you froze, worried about how Kuroo would react

he was frozen too, staring down at her in shock

“Daddy come on,” your daughter whined, pouting when he didn’t move

in a split second, he had her in his arms hugging her tightly

“We can play all the games you want, you want a kitty? we will win you fifty kitties! You can have a real kitty if you want!”

you were about to remind him, that no she cannot have a real kitty, when he turned to you with tears streaming down his face

“she called me daddy.. I love you both so much god I hope that’s okay with you” “We love you too daddy!” “Yeah we love you too baby”

she ended up getting her kitten not a week later, and Kuroo moved in not too long after tbh

Bokuto: Son, age 7

your son loved Bokuto and you were so glad he did

a part of you guessed it was because Bokuto did anything and everything your son wanted

he wants a tree house? Bokuto’s figuring out how to make it happen

he wants to play hide n seek for hours? Bokuto Will entertain him

Bokuto really just loved the both of you, he had since day one

but he is a professional volleyball player, and sometimes he has to go out of town for games

and both of your boys hate it, they’re practically connected at the hip when together

you felt terrible, seeing your boyfriends pouty teary eyed face on your phone screen, your son sitting in your lap in the same state

so you bought plane tickets and went to surprise him

your son wore a tshirt with Bokuto’s number on it, practically vibrating in the stands as you waited for Bokuto’s team to come out

you had called the coach and managed to score seats pretty close to the court

he didn’t notice you two when he first came out, a pout on his face probably from you missing his call

“Daddy! Kick their butts!!!” your son yelled out, sticking his tongue out at the other team and shocking everyone around you

Bokuto spun around, seeing the two of you and bursting into tears

“You got it little man! Daddies gonna kick their asses!!!” “Kotaro!!”

the minute the game ended, he had both of you in his arms pressing kisses all over your faces and just sobbing

“You called me daddy” “well duh that’s what you are right?” “Yeah I’m your daddy!” he was totally crying the entire time

Akaashi: Son, age 12

you two had been together for three years

you introduced him to your son a year ago, and while they got along, things were tense at first

your son remembered his father, and a part of him hoped the two of you would get back together and he saw Akaashi as someone standing in the way of that

when he saw how much happier you looked, he reluctantly warmed up to your boyfriend

after a particularly bad weekend at his fathers, he came home to Akaashi cooking while you let him talk about how it went

“He took my phone so I couldn’t even text you! All I said was if he wanted you back so bad he should’ve treated you how Keiji does.” “y/s/n, he shouldn’t have taken your phone but you can’t talk to your father that way”

well he was mad at you too now, so the three of you sat at the dinner table in relative silence

“So y/s/n, your mom told me you’re planning on joining the volleyball club?” “Yeah I want to be the ace” “I used to play in middle and high school, I set for Bokuto, if you want I can help you practice”

even though he was ignoring you, you felt your heart swell as they made plans together

they practiced together for weeks, gradually improving when it happened

“Did you see that dad?! I rocked that!!!” “You were great, think you can give me another like that?”

Akaashi handled it so calmly but internally he was so happy

Iwaizumi: Daughter, age 10

he had been in your daughters life for two years

at this point, you all had fallen into a comfortable way of living

he didn’t live with you two yet, but you all were moving into a new house that weekend

your friends had offered to help, so most of his old classmates and some of your friends were there

your daughter was unpacking the boxes in her bedroom while you were unpacking the kitchen, the guys moving the rest of the furniture in

“Iwa-chan you’re feeding us right?” “You already know y/n ordered food, it’ll be here soon, what’re you getting at?” “Oh right i forgot”

you had to hold back your laughter when you noticed your daughter listening in from her doorway as the two grown men started bickering like old times

“you can’t call me that! there is a child in the house!” Oikawa had shrieked, your daughter laughing loudly at the insult

“Dad that fits him so well omg” she cackled, high fiving Iwaizumi, ignoring the offended look on Oikawa’s face

Your boyfriend’s smile was so big and proud, you honestly started tearing up

“oh so he’s dad when he’s insulting me?” “he’s always my dad, stupid-kawa”

Iwaizumi beamed, patting her head “yeah stupid-kawa, i think i like this nickname a little more”

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