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samanthadalton · 3 years

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So we meet again

This was an idea that popped into my head and I just had to write it, I’ve been having the worst writer’s block so I’m really glad this fic is helping me to break out of it, I hope you guys enjoy!

pairings: Poppy x Bea

there’s some swearing so just be mindful, also Poppy is in a hetero relationship (but dw it doesn’t last)

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alleycat97 @alexlabhont @thedaft1 (if anyone wants to be added or taken off my poppy taglist just let me know)

word count: 3.5k (its worth it i promise)

Poppy stares at herself in her compact mirror, carefully applying another coat of lipstick before puckering her lips and putting the mirror back in her bag. She runs a hand through her hair, smoothing down the baby hairs that stick up at the front, she always hated those little hairs. The car door suddenly opens and a hand appears stretched out waiting for the girl. Poppy slides her hand into the awaiting hand, sliding out of the car with the utmost grace, and once she’s out, she brings down her hands to smooth out the creases in her dress before turning to her partner with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he replies with a curt nod. He lifts his arm up and Poppy wraps her arm around it, “shall we?” They’re led inside the restaurant and into one of the more private tables near the back and handed a menu as they sit in their seats.

“Mmm, this is a nice place, how did you find it?” Poppy’s gaze darts around the room, appraising the lavish decor, a small smile on her lips.

“It recently opened up and a good friend of mine recommended it, I thought it would be the perfect place for our anniversary.” He gives Poppy a wide grin before taking her hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

“Can I take your order?” The voice makes Poppy freeze in her seat, the familiarity of the smooth midwestern tone, washing all over her, she slowly raises her head to see Bea Hughes standing in front of the table, a pen and notebook in her hands as she looks expectedly at the couple. “Do you need more time?” Her tone is almost comical as she gives the strawberry blonde a small smirk.

“Bea Hughes,” Poppy says with feigned disinterest, “Why am I not surprised you’d end up in a job as dismal as a waitress.”

“Poppy!” her partner calls out, his tone slightly reprimanding, “I apologise.” His gaze flits between Bea and Poppy, discerning the tension between the two women, “I take it you know each other?” his hand gestures between Bea and Poppy.

“You could say something like that,” Bea retorts, her eyes twinkling impishly, Poppy scoffs and awkwardly glances down, busying herself by turning her attention to the menu in front of her. “We were college friends.”

“We weren’t friends,” Poppy bluntly states, as she glances up, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “We were merely...acquaintances.”

Bea bites back a retort before turning her attention to Poppy’s companion, “Sorry I haven’t caught your name yet,” she raises her hand towards the gentleman who takes her hand giving her a sturdy handshake.

“Darren.”

Bea glances at Poppy, a hint of amusement in her face, “Darren.” She glances back at Darren, “And how do you know our dear Poppy?”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Bea’s eyebrows shoot up, “boyfriend? Huh.” She looks at Poppy who looks like she’s a couple of seconds from exploding as her cheeks flush with an intense red.

“Can we place our order now?” Darren inquires, his tone slightly agitated as he gives Bea a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Bea clears her throat before plastering a smile on her face.

“Of course, what would you guys like?”

“I’ll have the beef bourguignon and Miss Min Sinclair will have the parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp.” Bea raises a subtle eyebrow, surprised at the forwardness of Poppy’s boyfriend but even more so from Poppy’s submissiveness. “Oh also a bottle of your finest wine, I don’t care about the price.”

Bea expertly hides her annoyance, “of course, I’ll have someone bring that to you.”

A couple of hours go by as Bea watches from afar while Poppy clinks her glass with Darren’s, a boisterous laugh coming out of her as she engages in conversation with him. Bea watches with a frown, her eyes narrowed as she assesses Poppy’s demeanour, the strawberry blonde’s back is abnormally straight, her posture expertly rigid. She abruptly stands and makes her way towards the bathroom. Bea finds her opportunity and follows Poppy, confronting the strawberry blonde.

“Stalking me now?” Poppy says, her tone unfazed as she fixes her makeup in the mirror, not even bothering to spare a glance at Bea.

“It’s been what three, four years and that’s all you can say to me?” Bea hides the hurt in her voice as her eyes find Poppy’s in the mirror.

“I don’t know what you want me to say Farmsville, I just want to enjoy a nice night out with my boyfriend.”

Bea snorts, “yeah you’re having such a great time,” she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

That seems to agitate Poppy as she turns to face Bea, her face scrunched into a scowl, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Bea takes a careful step towards Poppy, “it means you don’t really like him.”

Poppy lets out an airy laugh, “oh because you know me so well?”

“Well enough to know he isn’t good enough for you.”

Poppy gapes her mouth open slightly, startled at the intensity of Bea’s admission. She quickly masks her surprise by snapping back, “and you think you are? Please I have higher standards than wanting to mess around with a waitress.”

“Actually…” Bea smirks at Poppy, “I own the place.” She steps closer to Poppy, keeping a safe distance from the strawberry blonde but close enough to almost feel the heat radiate from her body.

“What?” Poppy splutters, she shakes her head with skepticism, “you’re lying.”

“You wanna see the certificate? Did you not once wonder why I’m wearing a fancy suit and everyone else is just wearing a shirt and trousers?”

“I-” Poppy says stunned. Her expression turns to slight anger, brows furrowing together, “so why the hell did you serve my table?”

Bea shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, which frustrates Poppy even more, “I don’t know, guess I wanted to see how you would react when you see me. I mean didn’t the restaurant name give you any indication? Digne d'une reine,” Bea says with an exaggerated french accent.

“Fit for a queen,” Poppy whispers as she looks up at Bea, her expression softening, “you remembered.”

“I never forgot,” Bea says, her voice low as she leans in, her eyes searching Poppy’s, awaiting for her permission. Poppy bites her lip slightly before pressing her lips against Bea’s. The kiss quickly grows fervent as Bea’s hands slip around Poppy’s waist pulling her closer while Poppy’s arms snake around Bea’s neck. The bathroom door suddenly opens and the two women pull apart, quickly composing themselves.

“I need to go,” Poppy whispers as she promptly trudges out of the bathroom, not daring to look back at Bea. Bea watches as Poppy stalks over to the table, hastily whispering in Darren’s ear as he gets up from his seat. Poppy throws a couple of hundreds on the table and walks out of the restaurant. Bea feels a pang in her heart as Poppy walks out of her life once again, unable to stop her once again.

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A couple of days later, Bea sits in Zoey’s apartment, recalling the night she saw Poppy as Zoey listens intently, a worried look on her face.

“Bea you already know what I’m going to say,” Zoey says, a sharpness in her tone.

“It’s different now, we’ve both grown up,” Bea responds, defensively.

“She broke your heart before and you guys weren’t even dating.”

“Not officially but there was something there,” Zoey raises her eyebrow dubiously earning a sigh from Bea. “Zoey this guy that she’s seeing is a total douche.”

“Isn’t that her type?” Zoey jests.

“I’m serious Zo, when have you ever known Poppy not to speak for herself?”

“Never?” Zoey quickly replies.

“Exactly! This guy didn’t even let her order her own food.”

“Maybe because he knew what she wanted.”

“No,” Bea shakes her head, “he ordered her a risotto, a freaking risotto Zo.”

“Bea...Poppy Min Sinclair is like a black hole, don’t let her suck you back into her life like this, okay it took you ages to get over her.”

Bea sighs defeatedly, “you don’t need to worry, I don’t think I’ll see her ever again.” A noticeable sadness swims in Bea’s eyes and Zoey can’t help but feel a pang of worry in her chest. Wordlessly, she wraps her arms around Bea and pulls her in for a comforting hug.

Bea’s phone buzzes pulling her out of the moment as she reaches out to check her messages, “anyone important?”

“Crap,” Bea sniffles wiping away the tears in her eyes, “someone hired us last minute to cater for an event tonight and I have to oversee it.”

Zoey unwraps her arms, and gives Bea a small pat on her back, “remember, no more thinking about Poppy.”

Bea nods and plasters a smile on her face, “no more Poppy.”

…..

Bea oversees the caters, giving out orders as they prepare dinner while the rest of the guests settle inside the hall, she fixes the strap of her dress as walks into the hall and assesses the tables making sure all of them have a basket of bread on them.

“What the fuck Farmsville, do I need a restaining order?”

Bea sighs before facing the strawberry blonde, her mind flashing back to the memory of them kissing a couple of days ago, and she feels the heat rising to her cheeks. “I’m not following you Pops.”

“Then what the fuck at you doing here?” Poppy conspicuously looks around the room, hoping no one has noticed the altercation between her and Bea.

“I was hired to cater for this event Pops,” Bea says her tone flat as she remembers Zoey’s words of not letting Poppy back into her life. “I’m just doing my job, don’t worry I’ll stay away.” Bea sees an anguished expression flash across Poppy’s face before she replaces it with a trained blank look. Before Bea can help herself, she finds her eyes wandering down Poppy’s body, taking in the dress she’s wearing and how perfectly it fits around her body.

A cat-like smirk appears on Poppy’s face as she watches the girl appraise her, “see something you like?”

Bea snaps her gaze back up to Poppy, a sheepish smile on her face, “sorry,” she mumbles out, “I’m just surprised.”

Poppy raises an eyebrow, “surprised?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing pink.”

“Right,” Poppy smooths down her black dress, “well black usually alludes power and authority and I need that for tonight if I’m going to impress these investors tonight. And I’m wearing my lucky pink underwear.” Realising what she’s just said, Poppy’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from Bea, “I should get back.”

“Uh right, okay,” Bea says softly as Poppy gives Bea a curt nod before walking away, joining her boyfriend at the head table. “Great going Bea,” she whispers dejectedly to herself before fixating her attention on just trying to get through the rest of the night.

Poppy is almost like a beacon, drawing in all sorts of audiences as she entices the guests with her business knowledge while her boyfriend stays by her side, practically attached to her. Poppy and Bea share a few glances but whenever they make eye contact they both awkwardly glance away. While the guests are eating, Bea slips away to take her break, making her way to the balcony, grateful it’s empty. She pulls a single cigarette from her packet before putting it between her lips. Once she puts the lighter down, she takes a huge huff, attempting to subdue all the stress of tonight.

“I didn’t take you for a smoker,” a voice calls out from behind her, Bea doesn’t need to look back to know it’s Poppy.

“Well I try not to make a habit out of it, only smoke when I’m stressed.” Poppy saunters over to Bea and lifts her hand up expectantly, Bea raises an eyebrow before pulling the cigarette out of her mouth placing it in Poppy’s hand. “Didn’t take you for a smoker either.”

Poppy takes a large inhale, before blowing the smoke out, she keeps her eyes trained on the view of the city, “only smoke when I’m stressed.” In her peripheral vision, Bea can see a hint of a smile on Poppy’s lips and she feels the butterflies in her stomach.

“So… how’s life been since Belvoire?”

“Is this your attempt at small talk?” Poppy cynically replies.

“Just want to know how you’ve been.”

Poppy sighs, “alright I’ll take the bait,” she puckers her lips as if she’s in deep thought before answering, “I’m slowly taking over my father’s empire, travelled a bit and..” she trails off.

“And you met Darren,” Bea snidefully adds.

“And I met Darren.” Poppy turns her head to glance at Bea, “you don’t like him,” she says as a statement.

“Just wondering how you guys met I guess, I mean he’s good looking or whatever but a total snob.”

“Didn’t you think I was a snob too?”

“I still do, extremely presumptuous too,” that comment elicits a small chuckle from Poppy, “but he seems like an ass. I’ve been watching the way he’s been treating my staff tonight, let’s just say they’re purposely sabotaging his food.”

“He wasn’t always like this you know, when we first met he was the sweetest guy. I didn’t really like him that much but he kept surprising me and eventually I agreed to go out with him.” Poppy gazes down at the mostly burnt out cigarette, she throws it onto the floor, squashing it with her heel before looking at Bea, “I guess it’s only fitting I ask too, how’s life been for you?”

Bea sharply inhales, “good, I mean I own two restaurants-”

“Wait two? What’s the second?”

“You’re going to make fun of me.”

“I probably will but tell me anyway,” Poppy jests, her grin widens as she relaxes more in Bea’s presence.

“It’s a diner downtown, I named it Farmsville.”

Poppy lets out a laugh, one that seems more genuine than the chuckles she’s been letting out tonight, “seriously?”

“I’m dead serious,” Bea responds, her own smile widening as she laughs along with the strawberry blonde, “the tagline is a little taste of home.”

“So both of your restaurants’ names revolve around me?” Poppy raises a playful eyebrow at the girl but Bea doesn’t answer, she just gives Poppy a small wink before swiftly changing the subject.

“How are Veronica and Chloe?”

“Well V actually managed to become a big time influencer, we see each other from time to time when she’s in New York. Chloe on the other hand,” Poppy trails off, “she’s decided to go into fashion.”

“Why do you say that like she’s made a bad decision?”

“Well her eye for style isn’t exactly the best, she always comes up with the most ludacris stuff, like old Lady Gaga style stuff.”

Bea lets out an airy laugh, “let’s hope no one’s shown her the iconic meat dress.”

“How’s new money?”

“Zoey,” Bea enunciates as she gives Poppy a look, “is great, we see each other regularly since she has a studio in New York. I just hung out with her a couple of days ago.”

“Oh?” Poppy says indifferently.

“Yep, I told her about you.”

Poppy raises an eyebrow at Bea, “what exactly did you tell her?”

“Just how we bumped into each other,” she sees the worry flash across Poppy’s face, “don’t worry I didn’t tell her about our kiss.”

“Bea..don’t.”

“We kissed Pops, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

“Bea stop,” Poppy commandly says, a tinge of anger in her tone, “I have a boyfriend and I’m building something here, you can’t just-”

“Just what? There was something between us Pops.”

Poppy puts a hand up cutting Bea off, her gaze trained to the floor, “Bea it was just sex, you thought it was something more and then got hurt when I broke it off.”

Bea scoffs, “is that you’ve been telling yourself all these years? That it was just sex?” The pain in Bea’s voice is explicit, she doesn’t hold herself back. “Maybe it was sex at first but there was something there, I didn’t imagine it.” Poppy presses her lips together in a thin line, still unable to meet Bea’s gaze. “What about the nights you’d ask me to stay so I could hold you, or the nights we’d talk about our hopes and dreams. Just because we weren’t officially dating doesn’t mean feelings weren’t involved. You were just a coward and you ran away.”

That seems to spur Poppy as her gaze snaps to Bea, a fire burning in her eyes, “I’m a coward?”

“If it didn’t mean anything to you, look me in my eyes right now and tell me that it was just meaningless sex, that all those nights we spent together meant nothing to you and I swear Poppy I’ll walk away right now and I’ll let you go.”

Poppy stares intensely into Bea’s, she sees the hurt mixed in with fear as she feels a pang in her own heart, “I-”

“Bea? There’s an issue with the desserts,” the voice calls out to them, jerking the two girls away from each other.

“Thanks Cass, I’ll be there in a minute.” The worker gives Bea a nod before heading back into the hall, “I guess that’s my break over,” Bea looks over at Poppy to see her expression abashed, “I’ll see you around I guess.” Bea leaves through the balcony doors and for the first time Poppy watches Bea walk away from her.

After a few moments, Poppy pulls herself together, she breathes in the crisp air letting it settle into her lungs, as she plasters on a wide smile before entering the hall again. She makes a beeline for her table and when she settles in, Darren wraps his arm around her, before whispering in her ear, “where the hell were you?” although he has a smile on his face, his tone is full of malice.

Poppy gulps slightly, before whispering back, “I just needed some air.”

“So why do you smell of smoke?”

Something in Poppy seems to snap and when she faces Darren her eyes are blazing with fury, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you’re not my damn keeper,” her voice reverterbrates slightly, capturing the attention of the people on her table. “I know you’re only using me for my father’s approval, but I’m a Min fucking Sinclair, I don’t need anyone especially you trying to tell me how to live my life. I’ve been on top my entire life and I don’t intend ever letting anyone take that from me, especially not a self pompous ass who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” Darren’s face goes completely pale as he watches Poppy leave, unable to utter a single syllable.

Poppy leaves through the back in order to avoid the looks and whispers of the guests but as she opens the door she comes face to face to Bea who’s packing up a delivery truck. Bea looks over to see a haunted look on Poppy’s face and throws the box in her hands into the truck before approaching her.

“Pops, what’s wrong?”

“I’m done running away Bea, I’m done with trying to let people tell me how to live, I’m done with it.” She hesitantly reaches out to Bea, her hand just hovering over Bea’s, “you were right before, I was being a coward. I saw myself falling for you and I was scared that you would break my heart or I would do something to fuck it all up, so I ended whatever we had so we both couldn’t get hurt.” Her fingers lace with Bea’s as she looks up to her girl, her voice low, “I guess it was too late for that.” Poppy watches Bea’s expression closely, she watches as the girl’s brows furrow.

“Pops, you broke my heart.”

“I know.”

“You know how hard it was to get over you? I mean I know it’s stupid since we weren’t actually together but that’s how much of an effect you had on me, Poppy Min Sinclair.” She takes a step closer to the strawberry blonde cupping her cheeks with both hands, “the funny thing is, I don’t think I ever got over you, not completely.”

“I don’t think I did either, I know we were practically enemies at first but somewhere along the line that changed, and it scared the shit out of me.”

“It scared me too.” Bea leans in, her lips ghosting around Poppy’s, “I know it’s been years and we’ve probably grown and changed a lot since college but,” her eyes bore into Poppy’s as if she’s looking right into her very soul, “I want you.”

Bea presses her lips into Poppy’s, passion immediately building up in the kiss as Bea leads Poppy backwards, pushing her back up against the wall. Poppy moans, wrapping her arms around Bea’s neck pulling her even closer. Bea breaks the kiss and begins placing open mouthed kisses across Poppy’s jaw before taking the strawberry blonde’s earlobe in between her teeth, giving it a small bite. “God,” Poppy groans out, “stop with the foreplay farmsville.”

Poppy feels Bea breaking into a wide smile against the crook of her neck, “I guess some things don’t change.”

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #hope you guys enjoy

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lunar-lair · 3 years

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I adore your tags on the post about my cousin asjdkskflg. perfection. and good on you for never doing what the comic showed!

When I was 19, I tried alcohol for the first time. it was basically sparkling fruit juice but I hated it. oh god I hated it so much and I didn’t get why adults loved this stuff??????? but my friends/classmates were always like ‘oh yummy, love me some flavored nail polish” so I kept quiet so no one would know something was wrong with me

turns out everyone I knew was severely exaggerating (trying to fit in). one guy said he dumped his beer in the bushes during a frat party. a girl I went camping with poured water into an empty vodka bottle so she could ‘participate’ without anyone mocking her. a classmate once showed me their trick for pretending to sip by covering the top of the bottle with their hand. I even remember being 22 and trying to claim ‘8 shots don’t affect me’ as if my worth as a human being was calculated by the number of empty glasses I collected

Drinking is a rite of passage for a lot of people. you’re mature if you drink and adults love it, so you can’t be a ‘real adult’ if you don’t drink. It’s less about liking the taste or enjoying yourself - people want to feel part of the ‘in group’ and they do this by othering the ‘out group.’ (in group- likes ‘manly’ drinks, never gets tipsy, takes shots by the handful, etc.) (out group- lightweight, doesn’t drink at all, likes fruity drinks, etc.)

I have severe ADHD and a family history of alcoholism so I have to be extremely careful. addiction is no joke and people don’t treat alcohol like the drug it is. Some families won’t inform their kids of a health history that increases risk factors (or might not even know) which makes underage drinking even more dangerous

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TO CONCLUDE THIS ADVICE RANT TRIGGERED BY SUDDENLY REALIZING AT 3AM THAT I HAVE MINORS FOLLOWING ME and should probably try to set a good example;

enjoy being 16 and don’t adhere to the rite of passage cultural that makes you ‘look forward to being [insert legal drinking age].’ I know how isolating it can feel when everyone appears to be ‘growing up’ and doing adult things without you, but if nothing else I’ve learned that being the only sober person in a group full of fools is free comedy

*disclaimer for angry internet ppl; things are complex, perspective is subjective, and a single persons experiences cannot be accepted as the ‘one holy truth’*

Oh lmao. Ok ill answer this in blocks the same way you wrote it also hi!!!!! :DDD yet again this is funny?? I spent a good 10 mins commenting on evanescant signs earlier lmao. ok 1st block alright

It is so very funny you say that bc ive actually tried gin. Takes like shitty peppermint and blueberries. Same for red wine, tho i had permission that time (still tasted like shit); never beer tho!! Regardless tonic also tastes Bad, all of my experiences w it have been Bleh. Not to say i ever had more than a sip/severely watered down gulp

PPASNSPSJPD OK LISTEN TO ME. Ive actually tasted nail polish remover AND nail polish before (finger sucking habits r.i.p spaced out bc epic f) AND IT LITERALLY TASTES LIKE THAT AOSJSOSJ. Like the same shit as they put on switch cartridges dude!! Except, comparatively, the only ppl I Personally know who drink like. Period at all are full blown adults i just dont get them either

AND ITS LIKE 4 AM HERE TOO SO IM HANDLING THIS SO V V CLUMSILY RIP but yea!! I mean, peer pressure is lowkey nonexistent in my town; we are so so so so christian and apparently a ton of bad shit happens a lot? But it never reaches me sooo w/e lmao. Literally havent heard abt anyone i know drinking underaged enough for it to be like. Anything other than 'hehehe i sipped the gin in the fridge >:3' like my shit was which is straight up curiosity. Also i already know that lmao; havent been in a room with a bunch of 13 yr olds whove huffed sharpies before?

(Ok 1 how did u get italics in ask?? And 2 lmao dw too bad. Epic disclaimer ofc!! But im like. In this lil Bubble where i have like 180 followers but no one ever actual interacts w my shit its v funny)

#rip yet again. uh *looks at my social anxiety* yea lmao what do how make normal conversation??#and wh. wait i. wait brb #ok nvm for a sec i brain broke and i thought you were 19. crisis absolved i would be. absolutely insane if u were like 13 when i started #reading ur shit but its just like 5 am and im go crazy go stupid just a lil #the way i reflexively tried to tag this danny phantom #trash talks #lmao im not tagging ur name srry. long af huh

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jadegrey711 · 4 years

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Moral of the Story

Eric Northman x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! I’ve got a few more old requests to finish and two of them are Eric Northman prompts! I haven’t been feeling really well due to the fact that life has handed me some shit especially regarding school. So, I haven’t been feeling like writing anything, especially smut so i think when i open my requests again I’ll only be taking angsty or fluffy prompts. Also I know the prompt was supposed to be based off of “From the dining table” by Harry Styles. But i felt the song “Moral of the story” fit so much better. I did however put something based off the song at the end.

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Prompt: Hey I was listening to ‘from the dining table’ by Harry styles the other day and I was thinking could you maybe do eric Northman x reader where they’re going through a break up but they still love each other a lot ? So quite angsty but still romantic if that makes sense lol! It’s such a beautiful and melancholic song I’d really recommend it! If not dw, maybe just on the lyric ‘woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name’ or something like that?💜💜💜

Word Count: 1223

Inspiration Soundtrack:

Moral of the Story- Ashe

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It’s been four months since you walked out of Eric’s life for what he knew would be forever. He majorly fucked up this time, showed you the beast he truly was and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He could still hear you screaming in his head and he could still hear himself screaming back at you.

Eric cringed as he thought about what brought on this fight. You knew what he was; who he was. He was Eric fucking Northman, Viking vampire god. You knew he’d done terrible things, horrible atrocities he’d told you so himself but for some reason you still stayed with him; until now.

He’d been so gentle with you, even when he wasn’t. But there was still something inside of him that desperately wanted to unleash the beast within him. And he did, on a most willing Ivanka; a stripper who worked at Fangtasia. Ivanka was more than glad to take the brunt of his beastly desire. Little did Eric know that as he was pounding his frustrations into Ivanka, you had just come into the club and Pam had eagerly told you that he was “hashing things out” with an employee.

You had waited for Eric in his office for four hours before he had finally come out of the basement and Pam told him that you had been waiting for him. Before Eric could block your sight though, you saw a well fucked Ivanka covered in bite marks come out of the basement.

Eric would’ve drowned his eyes in bleach if it meant that he could get the image of your face falling at the moment you’d realized what he’d done. You pushed past Eric and he let you for the moment, you rushed through the crowd and Eric just watched you for the moment as you left through the front door before pursuing after you.

Before you even got in your car he was there, waiting for you a pleading look on his face.

“Y/N. Please let me explain.”

“What is there to explain Eric? I know exactly what I saw and despite what you think about us frail and stupid humans I know why you did it.” You spat at his stoic face. “You are a monster, and you’re incapable of letting yourself be happy so you let that beast inside you rule and tear everything happy in your life to shreds.”

Eric felt that same beast Y/N was talking about unfurl and hiss as she accused him. “You have no idea what’s in my nature. I’m a thousand years old, I’m not the type of person to play human boyfriend.”

“That’s the problem Eric!” You screamed at him and he watched and listened as your veins pulsed with anger and your cheeks reddened but not in the way he enjoyed so much. “You are a monster! And in those thousand years of life that’s all you’ll ever be! Us humans may be fragile things with the lifespan of a fruit fly compared to you, but we can grow and change. But you; you’ve been the same bloodthirsty brute for a thousand years! And you’ll never change.”

Eric felt himself internally flinch as he took in your blooming hatred for him, the curl of a snarl on your lip as you finished berating him. There was a part of him that wanted to grab you by the throat and push you against the car and force himself on you until you forgave him and another part of him had been cut at the knees by you and yearned to fall at your feet, begging for forgiveness.

“I’m almost glad that you did this sooner than later. I don’t want to waste what’s left of my insignificant life on a monster like you that’ll never grow despite having all that time to do so.”

Eric watched as you reached for the handle of your car door and before he could stop it, he felt his own hatred bubble out of his throat and past his lips. “You’re right. I am glad I did this, that you found me out. Because I don’t like I could spend another insufferable minute pretending to be something I’m not! I am a monster Y/N, I’m a bloody thirsty fucking beast you could tear your throat out if I so wished and I’m done trying to stop myself from doing exactly what I desire. And all I desire now is to be free from shackles from you and fight, fuck and kill my way through the rest of eternity.”

Your hatred was evident on your face, but Eric saw that trace of sadness, of betrayal as you climbed into the car. “Goodbye Eric.”

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Two months after that Eric still had that part of his humanity turned off and drowned whatever feelings he had for you in blood and sex. The most willing blonde twins that Eric couldn’t care enough about to know their names were eager enough to help him do just that. But the same thing happened with them as it had with every other woman, he tried fucking his feelings of anger and sadness into.

The women beneath him would fade away and your face would replace them. Your familiar and beautiful face contorted into pleasure as he made love to you, your fingers running through his blonde hair pulling at him and bringing him closer to you. The body of the strangers would fade away and be replaced with yours underneath him, your warm skin sliding against his cool skin; letting him believe that he was truly alive like you were.

“Eric.” He heard you breathe under him and he knew you were close. He had gotten so good at reading your body, knowing it wants and needs and you did the same for him. Your nails clawed his back as he brought you to the edge, only to fall over the edge himself. You kissed his chest and neck as you both came down from your highs.

“I love you.” You whispered into his ear.

“Eric.” The girl Eric was fucking tonight waved her hand in front of his face, breaking the daydream and snapping Eric back into his harsh and sad reality. “Eric are you alright?”

“Get out.” Eric said softly the first time but when she didn’t immediately leave his presence his voice held more of a threat as he told her to leave the second time; sending the girl scurrying for her clothes with haste before abruptly leaving.

Eric fell back onto his bed, closing his eyes as he picked up the daydream where he left off, letting his hands slide into his basketball shorts and feeling how hard he was for you.

“I love you.” You whispered to him again and again and again as Eric pumped himself faster until he brought himself to release and the daydream changed into a nightmare.

“Why did you hurt me, Eric? Is this what you wanted? Were those women what you truly desired?”

“No. No, none of them were you. I want you; I’ve only ever wanted you, Y/N.” Eric said into the void, trying to explain his feelings to the ghost of you, but when he opened his eyes you were gone and he knew that you’d never be back.

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hyperpsychomaniac · 3 years

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The Other Side of Me - Chapter 2

Darkwing Duck Fanfiction (90s Series)

The Negaverse Launchpad arrives in Saint Canard and announces his intention to take down Darkwing Duck in preparation for Negaduck’s arrival. Darkwing refuses to take the threat seriously, so Launchpad decides to take on his stronger, crazier, and downright dangerous counterpart himself.

Read Chapter 1 first.

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“LP! How many times… open the garage door before you try and park inside.” Drake stood at their front door, hands on his hips.

Launchpad tumbled out of the car. He’d barely tapped the garage, so he ignored the comment. “We’ve got a problem. A DW problem.”

Drake’s scowl deepened as his gaze shifted from the car and onto Launchpad. “What happened to you?”

“Like I said, DW problem.”

“You went to get groceries. What did you get mugged? I should hope Darkwing’s sidekick could deal with that.”

“I did. Well, sort of.”

Drake’s gaze softened. “LP…”

Launchpad grabbed Drake by the shirt sleeve and dragged him into the house. “Will you just listen to me? I got jumped in the car. By myself.”

“You were alone. But I’m guessing that bruise meant you dealt with it?”

“No, not by myself. I mean I got mugged by myself.”

“We’ve been over this.”

“By Launchpad from the Negaverse!”

***

Drake steered Launchpad into the dining room and made him sit down before he’d let him explain further. “So, Negaduck is still stuck in his dimension,” Launchpad finished. “But, er, Launchpad said he was coming after you, DW.”

“Well, I don’t like him already!” Gosalyn stood up on her chair and waved an arm at Launchpad. “He hit Launchpad in the face. I’ve got a good mind to give him what for.”

Launchpad smiled faintly. “Thanks for the backup, kiddo. But you should probably stay away from him.”

Gosalyn pounded a fist on the table. “I can take him! I mean, come on, Launchpad, he’s you.”

“Hey.”

“No, I just mean, I practically beat you at arm wrestling I know it takes a little to wear you out, but…”

Launchpad winced. “Yeah, about that.”

“Wait, have you been letting me win? Dad!”

Drake rubbed at his forehead. “Gos, he’s five times your size. You ‘win’ because he thinks you’re adorable. Somehow, I’m guessing this other Launchpad won’t.”

Gosalyn plonked herself back in her chair and folded her arms. “This is confusing. We should at least agree to call him jerkface Launchpad, because that’s what he is.”

“Works for me,” said Launchpad, “But we’ve got to do something. He’s been out there for hours now. Who knows what he’s been up to?”

“Probably crashed at least two different vehicles.”

Launchpad frowned. He could take the crash jokes. But Drake was far too calm. “This is serious!”

Drake held up his hands “Look, I know. And I get he probably freaked you out. But, you know, maybe Gos is right?”

“We’re going with jerkface?”

“No! I mean the threat you’re worried about, being, well, Launchpad. No offense buddy, but if you up and decided you wanted to take me out tomorrow, I wouldn’t be overly concerned. Unless we were flying somewhere.”

Launchpad huffed. “Well, he seemed pretty serious to me. And I seem to remember you saying he just about killed you within three minutes of you landing in the Negaverse.”

“Did he bring his rocket launcher with him?”

“What? I don’t think so.”

Drake shrugged. “There you go. He’s nothing to worry about.”

“What’s wrong with a rocket launcher?” Gosalyn asked.

“He used it in the house!”

Launchpad scowled. “I just want to make sure my best friend is safe. Launchpad was pretty clear; he said he’d put you at the bottom of the bay.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not nothing. But it’s not like he’s Negaduck. Look, if he said he was going to find me and take me down, let’s go out on patrol tonight and see if he makes a move. Besides, Gos is right about something else, he is a jerkface. Pick on my sidekick, will he? Darkwing Duck will happily send him back where he came from!”

Launchpad felt some of his apprehension lift. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe Darkwing Dark had not only taken him on as his sidekick but had been such a good friend to him. It was good to know he had his back. “Thanks, DW. And don’t worry, I won’t let you out of my sight.”

****

In this Saint Canard, Launchpad’s old hanger still stood. Not his, Launchpad had to remind himself as he swallowed the stubborn lump in his throat. That idiot McQuack’s. Still, the place was almost as dilapidated as his had been. Launchpad pushed open one of the big double doors. It creaked, and dust fell from the ceiling. Dusty grey tarpaulins were spread over the aeroplanes stashed inside.

One of the shapes caught his eye. Launchpad stepped over and, grasping the corner of tarp draped over a wing, tugged it quickly aside. He drew in a quick breath and squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Steady, Launchpad. You’re getting distracted.”

He was not here because of nostalgia. He would only use the air going beasts hidden beneath those tarps if it fell in with the plan that clumsily built in his head. But it was hard, far harder than he was happy with, for him to walk away. The lure of his first love was strong.

The flames licking and crackling and tearing into the timber rose unbidden in his mind. Metal and canvas skins peeled away from the steel and timber frames. Tortured metal screamed and rivets popped, like his aeroplanes had been crying out to him. And Launchpad had just stood there, with an empty petrol can clamped in a hand which had taken every ounce of his willpower to stop from shaking. Meanwhile, Negaduck had stood beside him, laughing as the flames rose ever higher.

Launchpad ran a hand over the wing again. He turned away with a snort. His inspection of the hanger turned up a woefully inadequate stash of weapons. Besides some heavy tools, all he found was a rusty handgun which looked like it hadn’t been fired, far less cared for, in years. “How am I supposed to pull this off without a good rocket launcher?”

He gave up on the hanger proper and climbed the ladder into the loft. It looked like Launchpad had slept and ate up here. But the stripped bed, and the desk parked in one corner, was covered in dust. Launchpad’s lip curled up in a snarl. Darkwing had not made his sidekick destroy this place. But McQuack had quite obviously not returned in a very long time.

He checked under the mattress. He found a large wrench, but still no decent weapons. He moved over to the desk and yanked at a drawer. The old wood stuck with a squeak, and Launchpad gave it another sharp tug. The drawer’s contents spilled across the floor.

Still no weapons. But a flash of colour caught his eyes. Launchpad knelt and picked up the photograph. His mother, father, and sister grinned back at him. They looked happy. Alongside the other Launchpad.

Launchpad couldn’t remember seeing his family, in print or otherwise, for a very, very long time. But this wasn’t his family. And it had been so carelessly discarded in this drawer. Just like the hanger.

Launchpad tore the photograph to shreds.

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“Threading the Thunderquack treacherously through towers, Darkwing Duck searches for the dubious doppelganger, the derelict delinquent determined to do in our do-gooder hero.” Darkwing swished his cape about the cockpit, and then leapt back into the passenger seat and glared sidelong at Launchpad. “What he doesn’t understand is why someone insisted we take the Thunderquack in the first place.”

“We’ll cover more ground this way.”

“Oh yeah? Well Darkwing Duck strongly suspects his sneaky sidekick simply wanted to drive.”

Launchpad made a show of looking out his side of the cockpit at the streets below, though he was only trying to hide the faint flush he felt come to his beak. Busted. It was easier being the one at the controls of their transport of choice. If he got an idea as to where jerkface Launchpad was hiding out, he could just fly them straight there without having to ask for Darkwing’s permission. Apologising after the fact was far easier.

Darkwing slumped back in his seat with a huff. “Well, at least this gets us out of the house. Gosalyn’s cartoons were starting to get on my nerves. I swear, she turns up the volume on that television every time I leave the room.”

“I think I’d rather be making soup.”

“I’ll survive without your soup, LP. In fact, I think avoiding it might actually increase my chances.”

Launchpad swung the Thunderquack around another building, rocking the plane so they could keep an eye on the streets below. Darkwing gripped his seat a little tighter.

“It’s not about the soup. Launchpad said he was coming after you. I’d rather not have to worry about that.”

“What are you now, my mother? Look, I appreciate it, really. But you don’t have to stress out about this. He’s been here less than a day. You think he’s going to, I don’t know, find a plane that can keep up with the Thunderquack in that time and run us out of the sky?”

“Um, DW?”

“Yeah, what… Launchpad!”

Launchpad lifted a wing and the roaring shape tore past just beneath them.

Darkwing leapt onto his seat and searched the sky. “What was that?!”

“Hard to say pelting past at 100 miles an hour but looked like a P51 Mustang.”

“Please tell me that does not come with a rocket launcher.”

Launchpad looped the Thunderquack back around. The plane that had nearly knocked them out of the sky hadn’t been running any lights. He couldn’t see where their assailant had gone.

“Where is he?” said Darkwing. “Great. I’m up here with two of you.”

“We don’t know it’s Launchpad yet.”

“Who else flies like that?! Seriously, why did you have to insist on taking the Thunderquack?”

Launchpad huffed. Here was the downside of being the one in control of where they were going. He had to put up with Darkwing’s backseat driving. “Fine. I’ll take us lower.” He dropped the Thunderquack, hard. The wheels hit the pavement and they bounced.

“If you’re going to fly like this then we may as well have taken the Ratcatcher.”

The Mustang dropped in at 5 o’clock. It followed behind them, just clear of the pavement, and slowly gained. Launchpad looked back over his shoulder. “Where did he get a Mustang?”

“Launchpad, concentrate on you’re flying, driving, whatever you’re doing!”

A car horn blared. Launchpad swerved clear of the oncoming headlights. “Okay, okay, so jerkface is a pilot too?” His eyes narrowed.

“What’s that look? Oh, wonderful…”

Launchpad spotted a parked flatbed truck, its tray tipped up so it practically formed a ramp. He accelerated. They hit the makeshift ramp and rocketed back into the air. He looped up and around a building and then levelled out just clear of Saint Canard’s skyscrapers. The Mustang was still on his right, but now it’s wing was level with, and nearly touched the Thunderquack’s. The single pilot dogfighter was not in good condition. The propeller spluttered. The canopy had been ripped clean off. And the Negaverse Launchpad was crammed into that tiny cockpit, a maniac grin on his face.

Launchpad frowned. “Hey, wait! That looks just like the one I had in my hanger…”

His double swung in and rammed the Thunderquack. The wings collided and grated, and the Mustang’s gave in. Metal peeled off and wrapped itself around the Thunderquack’s wing. Launchpad grappled with the steering as the drag picked up.

“Oh man…”

“Fly the plane, LP!”

“I’m flying two planes here. We need to lose the drag.”

The Negaverse Launchpad vacated the Mustang’s cockpit. His hair whipped about his face as he climbed onto the buckled wing. He steadily gained ground as he pulled himself arm over arm along the entangled metal.

“I told you he was crazy.” Darkwing pulled his gas gun from his jacket.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“I thought you said we needed to lose the drag?”

“The other plane. You’ll kill him if you hit him with that this high.”

“Darn it, you’re right. Well, you’d better do something quick.”

Launchpad dipped them lower, back down between the buildings. And realised his mistake. The Thunderquack could easily weave its way between Saint Canard’s skyscrapers, despite Launchpad’s somewhat inattentive flying style. The Thunderquack with an extra six tonnes of metal and one crazed duck hanging from her wing was going to have a bit more trouble.

Launchpad wrested them hard left as a building loomed. It swung away from them. Slowly. Far too slowly. The Thunderquack cleared. Glass windows exploded. The Mustang was torn to shreds on impact. They swung out hard as the drag lifted, and it was all Launchpad could do to yank her back in before they slammed into the building opposite.

“DW! Where’s Launchpad?” He’d wanted to stop his counterpart hurting Darkwing Duck. Not kill him.

“Hang on, hang on… there he is, LP.” Darkwing pointed to the plummeting body.

The dread lifted. Launchpad chased his double towards the ground. “I’ve got this…” He popped the canopy, then looped them underneath the other Launchpad.

He was dead on target. Launchpad slammed into the open cockpit. Right on top of Darkwing. Both men tumbled into the back of the Thunderquack. The whole plane bounced and rocked, and Launchpad was thrown from his seat. The next few seconds were a blur of spinning buildings, asphalt, and blinking controls.

“Bloody hell. And people say I’m crazy.” The Negaverse Launchpad pulled himself into the pilot’s seat. He levelled the Thunderquack and pulled them up to a height where they were not getting honked at by passing motorists.

“DW?” Launchpad shook Darkwing by the shoulder.

“No mommy, five more minutes.” Out cold. But Darkwing Duck could take a fair whack. Launchpad propped him up in the rear seat as comfortably as he could manage.

“This handles really well. Heh. Better than that bucket of bolts. I’m not even sure how I got it off the ground on the first place. But this…” His double had a grin plastered to his face. His focus was out the windshield, on the buildings he was even now swooping in and around. Not that there was much reason to swing the plane about so much.

Except that Launchpad knew from experience, thought pointless, it was pretty fun. He moved cautiously to the front of the cockpit and slipped into the passenger seat. “Ah, yeah. I put her together myself. Just gave the steering a tune up, actually.”

The other Launchpad glanced across at him warily.

Launchpad put his hands in his lap, where his doppelganger could see them, and waited. The other man did not seem an immediate threat. He was no longer focused on Darkwing Duck, but instead on flying the Thunderquack. Which was not exactly ideal, and Launchpad was glad DW was unconscious, of he’d have a fit. But maybe they wouldn’t have to fight this guy.

The other Launchpad’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m a little disappointed actually,” he said as he steered them out to the clear air over the bay.

“In the Thunderquack? What’s wrong with her?”

“No. In you. I threw you down a challenge, man. And what do you do? Go straight crying to Darkwing Duck.”

“That wasn’t a challenge. You threatened him.”

“Same difference. Where’s your loyalty? You going to let some guy say stuff about your boss like that?”

Launchpad bristled. “Loyalty? That’s why I told DW, he’s my friend, and I’d do anything for him.”

“More like just cry to him so he’ll solve all your problems. You’re all talk… woah hang on…” Launchpad took them in low, right under the Audubon Bay bridge. That grin crawled back onto this face, and he laughed. “Oh yeah, baby.”

Launchpad could understand the thrill of flying. But this Launchpad was excited as a school kid. And flying his plane. It was all he could do to fight off the urge to make a snatch for the controls. Whatever the heck was actually happening here, he didn’t want to push it.

His double finished his swoop under the bridge cleanly. Almost too cleanly. Launchpad scowled. “Just don’t go and crash it now, alright?”

“Hey! I don’t crash.”

“What, never?”

“Never. Not that I’ve had the chance for a while.”

Launchpad swallowed. Great. This guy was a better pilot than him too. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Launchpad eyed him sidelong, then laughed. It sounded far crueller than the one from moments ago. “You are not serious.”

“Look, you’re me, sort of. I get it. You’re loyal to Negaduck. He’s your buddy, just like me and DW. He asked you to come over here and help him. But Negaduck’s not a nice guy. He’s already got a whole world to himself. What does he need this one for? You can’t destroy a place just to please him, and I won’t let you hurt DW to do it.”

His double lunged for him. Launchpad put up his fists. But the other Launchpad didn’t hit him. He yanked his arm back with Launchpad’s aviator’s cap clenched tightly in his fist. “I cannot take you seriously in this stupid thing!” He tossed it up into the corner of the console.

Then he blew out a deep breath. “Alright, Launchpad. Let me set you straight. Negaduck is my boss. Not my buddy. I don’t go crying to him for every little thing. I deal with shit myself. Even if, even if I don’t always do the best job. So, let me tell you about loyalty. I joined Negaduck. And I gave up everything. My hanger, flying my aeroplanes…”

“You… what?”

“I burnt it all to the ground!”

Launchpad felt his stomach knot up. He had destroyed a great deal of aeroplanes over the course of his career. But never on purpose.

“Yeah, that’s right. You know. We are the same, sort of. You know what that meant. I don’t make cute little speeches about how me and Negaduck are buddies. I’m a man of action. Being loyal to Negaduck means I’m done with all of that. I let it all go for him.” His hands gripped the control yoke, white knuckled, and his chest heaved. “And I… I haven’t looked back since.”

The Thunderquack droned through the sky, now circling high above Saint Canard. Launchpad did not normally fly her this high. They were usually working, darting amongst the buildings below in search of some criminal. “Really?” he finally said, fixing his gaze on the other Launchpad until he had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Because it doesn’t look like you’re done with being a pilot to me.”

“Hold your breath, LP!” Darkwing leapt up on the back of the pilot’s seat and fired a gas canister straight down into the Negaverse Launchpad’s lap.

Onto Chapter 3

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spidersmiceandeverythingnice · 4 years

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Ever since you put in the tags how Diarmuid tells you the Fianna were created to protect mankind from the Fae and the Gods I haven't stopped thinking about it. Diarmuid - a fae and demi-god - chose humanity over his own kind and DW just like. Doesn't expand on that? Doesn't tell us whether he has any kind of internal conflict over this? Doesn't tell us what /Fionn/ thinks about it? Has anyone ever asked him why? STOP HINTING AT GOOD LORE AND THEN NOT FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH IT DW

“I didn’t know you were -” Ritsuka paused, unsure of how to say it without sounding rude. I didn’t know you weren’t actually human. The thing was that Diarmuid had never given any indication of being something other than what he seemed. Ritsuka knew he’d been raised by a faerie king, but to think Diarmuid actually had divine blood, the same as Cu...

Diarmuid smiled at her. It was late, and they'd met I'm the kitchen, as they sometimes did when they both wanted a midnight snack. “It’s perfectly fine. You are my Master, you’re entitled to ask me questions. Please - what do you want to know?”

He always was obliging - maybe to a fault - when it came to her. Ritsuka chewed her lip, wondering if it was alright. She’d had to learn how to stop blurting out everything that came to her head in Chaldea, as a leader of Servants. Even if he had given her permission to talk, was there a chance he might get offended if she asked something too personal...?

“I mean that it explains a lot about you that I didn’t understand before,” she said, musingly. “Like - you always said that you don’t sleep well indoors. I thought it might be because you used to spend a lot of time sleeping outside, like when you were in the Fianna and went hunting. But - it’s because of the iron, isn’t it? All the buildings are made of metal. Some of it is iron.”

“Yes and no,” he said. “It’s not like an allergy. But it does give me a headache if I linger under a doorway or anything like that.”

“And you have a sweet-tooth.”

Another smile. “Yes. But that’s not the thing you really want to ask.”

Ritsuka blushed automatically. He had sharp eyes; he was almost impossible to trick. Even when someone successfully played a prank on him, he always had that smile on his face - like he wasn’t really surprised, like he just happy to be playing along.

“I guess I do have one question,” Ritsuka admitted, fidgeting in her seat, gripping her coffee cup with both hands. “When you met us for the first time - you said the Fianna were created to protect humans from the supernatural. So, if you’re not human, then why did you join them?”

There was a pause, and his smile dimmed slightly, as if she’d surprised him.

“Didn’t you ever doubt yourself?” Ritsuka blurted out, leaning forward a bit. “In Babylon - or, really, everywhere we go - the gods never side with humans. Even Cu -” She bit her lip again changed courses. “When he was alive, and even now, I don’t think he ever considered himself fully human.”

“Well, Cu Chulainn has always been his own man, living in his own way.”

“But what about you? Did you ever regret it?”

“Not even once.”

Diarmuid spoke without hesitation.

“Why?”

He shrugged, and looked away.

“I suppose... I’ve always seen myself as a normal person,” said Diarmuid. “I didn’t really know who my mother was - or my father, even though I knew who he was. And my foster-father - the man who raised me - he liked humans.”

“But do you like humans?”

“Yes, of course.” Diarmuid chuckled. “What kind of question is that?”

Ritsuka looked down at her coffee. None of this was exactly answering her question. What made you decide to side with humans? Why did you join the Fianna?

But then it hit her, when she was walking back down the hall to her room.

The answer was right beside her, behind this door.

[In that room, as if sensing his Master standing beyond, Fionn MacCumhail smiled in his sleep.]

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fuckedupevil-slumberparty · 4 years

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Alright so I made this blog because I have a spicy personality disorder and it has convinced me that if I don't force myself to use a customer servicesona at all times that I am #toxic and #burning in hell so this is just where I don't have to worry about that.

This isn't a discourse blog please do not interact with me with the intention of discoursing

Basic Info

Not to be a kinnie on main but I'm too tired to pick a name rn so you call me Glimmer. Or Slumber works too actually. Honestly kin assign me names.you think fit my.vibes. cause confusion...get.wild.with it I do.not mind.

Any pronouns except for he/him which I don't vibe with. You can use she/her if you're a fellow nonbinary but I'm not a girl btw <3

Like my bio says I'm plural, if you don't know what that means it means there's multiple people in my (our) body. I'm the only one likely to use this blog I also will not tolerate any discourse about this. If you're singlet you can ask about it but don't clown or I will make all the tags on your clothes indestructible and scratchy.

While my body is an adult I am not internally. All this means is I'm not that mature and that I'm stressed from having to act the body's age at all times (But this does not mean that I am actually underaged at all, I am functionally and legally an adult and will act like one but a very immature very tired one that just wants to stop being the one piloting this flesh suit so I can vibe). For this and trauma reasons please do not talk about adult stuff (nsfw mainly but stuff that wouldn't be appropriate for teenagers) to me without my permission.

Sometimes I age regress I doubt I will post about it often but just know that it is the mental illness kind and not the gross fucked up kind

I have so so many (self) dxes but most importantly autism (so I misunderstand things easily) Dyslexia (so I misread/misinterpret things a lot) and ADHD + BPD (I have bad RSD and panic when I think I've fucked up somehow) I don't use my mental deal as an excuse for anything but keep that in mind if I ever mess something up or am messy.

DNI

The usual stuff I'm too tired to list everything that's on most DNIs but if you're right wing/conservative, a TERF, a transmed, etc. then DNI.

If you think only people with DID can be plural/multiple, think that you have to have trauma to, think that fictives aren't real/valid, or fakeclaim systems. (I have either DID or OSDD1 and am traumagenic so don't even try it lmao) if you don't know what this means then you're good dw I won't be explaining it because said group looks up that discourse and sends death threats and ableist bs to bootlick psychiatry.

If you're pro-kink for like...anything popular tbh I have no idea if there is a single kink community not rooted in abuse and/or oppression so I'm just saying all of them. Go away nasties.

Anyone who's ok with shipping gross shit like pedophilia incest abuse etc bc it's fiction

Anyone into shit like Yandere, traumacore, stuff that fetishizes mental illness or trauma. (Tl:dr on traumacore it paints trauma as an aesthetic and the community promotes emotional and sometimes physical self harm and I'm still recovering from that community)

Think any mental disorder is scary, bad, or inherently toxic. Take your "survivor of narcissistic abuse" ass and jump into a trashcan so you can ride it to the circus <3

If you're an ace exclusionist or mogai exclusionist or mspec lesbian/gay exclusionist etc.

You're a fan of Th0mas S@nders or the sides

You're a fan of hom3stuck or H@$bin H0t3l or danganronpa

Hetalia AOT/SNK or promare fans

Also fans of Steven Universe and She Ra are fine but if you like the diamonds or Hordaks redemption arcs/think they can be redeemed DNI bc that is major cringe actually.

Other important info

I tag the q word because it's an actual trigger to some people and wanting an identity tagged is not dehumanizing y'all just have trigger warnings stigmatized so much you think that triggers can only be bad things. I'm fine with people using the word as an identity but please don't use it for me (or anyone who hasn't said they're ok with it)

I'm anti cringe culture but by that I mean that bullying kids for drawing fursonas and being nombinary is shitty and not that nothing and no one should be criticized. I call media cringe or behaviors cringe sometimes but only if there's something actually wrong or bigoted about it.

I call myself an idiot/stupid a lot. This is not self depreciation and is the reclamation of ableist language. I take pride in being someone who is not academically put together and who falls very short of any intellectual standards. At the same time miss me with that IQ shit bc that's based in white supremacy.

I have trauma surrounding debate and debate culture that I don't want to explain but basically do not attempt to debate me. I will not do it and it stresses me out. Discuss things yes but debate no.

If you recognize my typing style and me and we're mutuals/friends on other blogs and I haven't told you about this one it doesn't mean I was hiding it from you and if I criticize something you enjoy that I've never criticized to you it's not a vague to you it's likely because my mental ill brain decided if I have opinions everyone will hate me so I made a blog for it.

Even in "bastard mode" on this blog I'm not like. Rude or mean. So if you ever wanna chat sometimes feel free to!

I'm falling asleep now bc I did this at 1am for some reason but ill add anything else if it's relevant later ig.

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jackals-ships · 4 years

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one of you needs to take away my ability to write

GHB/Dog, cyber paleness

CW: uh. it's not like. sexual but some parts could be read as suggestive maybe? listen quadrants are a liil weird and im jus doing what the brain worms say 2

Dog: so update: i miss you >:c

Dog: remind me who's idea you wandering all the FUCK way off was?

Ghb: aww fuck best bud i miss you too

Ghb: BUT YOU UP AN KNOW I GOTTA DO HER IMPERIOUS'S BIDDING

Dog: bluhhhhhhhhhhh. bluh. bluh!!!!

Ghb: you gonna just spend all day bluhhin at me doll?

Dog: ….probably. maybe

Dog: anyway! hows your jobb goin?

Ghb: FUCKIN BORING HONESTLY. BUNCH OF FISH BITCHES TALKING ABOUT BULLSHIT I DONT RIGHTLY CARE ABOUT

Ghb: an guess. take a fucking guess who's here

Dog: OHHH let me guess hmmm. a certain drama queen fishy bastard?

Ghb: MOTHERFUCKIN. DUALSCAR. I SWEAR TO THE MESSIAHS I'M GONNA THROW HIM OUT THE AIRLOCK ONE OF THESE DAYS

Dog: no!!!! >:0 im the one that gets to murder him

Ghb: fine but i get to watch

Dog: pfft yeah okay deal babes, but you have to come back first >:/ i miss you??

Ghb: DONT YOU WORRY LIL BROTHER ILL BE BACK SOON. HOWVE YOU BEEN AT THE HIVE BY YOUR LONESOME? I KNOW SOMETIMES YOUR PAN UP AN RUNS AWAY FROM YA

Fg: aslfhsjo. listen,,,,,,

Ghb: im listenin :0) you know i always am <>

Dog: 1st off i hate you <>

Dog: 2nd off: i hate you! <><><>

Dog: 3rd off:

Ghb: HMMMM?

Dog: t h i r d off there's a v small tiniest of chances that a buoy has been struggling as it were

Dog: B O Y GOD DAMN IT THE BASTARD IS IN MY BRAIN

Ghb: awww best friend :0( you wanna glub about it?

Dog: FIRST OFF I LITERALLY HATE YOU

Dog: second again I'm. listen. i would not like,,,object to a feelings jam and or a pile abt it because my brain has been really dumb

Dog: BUT LIKE

Dog: I KNOW YOU'RE BUSY SO ITS FINE!!! no more typing im fine!!!!

Dog: you put those fingers down >:0 im f i n e

Ghb: HEY NOW BEST BUDDY, DEEP BREATH

Ghb: deeep breath for me most miraculous buddy of mine

Ghb: I CAN DUCK OUT OF HERE EARLY :0)

Ghb: her imperious condescension and her boytoy can just up and fucking deal

Ghb: JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINS ALRIGHTY BEST BUD?

Dog: akdhhsksl,,,,,,okay,,,,

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Ghb: honk honk honk :0)

Dog: ughh you're horrible i changed my mind go back,

Ghb: AWW YOU LOVE ME THOUGH ;0) <>

Dog: LIES AN SLANDER???

Dog: <><><><>

Ghb: so how you feelin lil bro? your pan still up an botherin you?

Dog: im! fine akdgk dw im okay my mini melt down was dumb bc i am jus a lil dumb,

Ghb: >:0( HEY NOW DONT YOU GO AN TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT

Ghb: youre not dumb, your pan just sometimes likes to scurry away without you an you know better than to say that nonsense about your fine self

Ghb: BEST BE UP AN GETTING YOUR APOLOGY ON

Dog: you come in my messaging,,,,you make me be nice to my me,,,,i hate you. but fine @ myself im sorry for being mean to my me Again

Ghb: thank you miraculous bro! that was a mighty fine apology :0) apology accepted?

Dog: akdhsk yes apology accepted an junk if it'll make you be quiet

Ghb: NOPE! :0)

Ghb: where you at best lil diamond mine? curled up on the pile?

Dog: there is a non zero chance i am yes,,,an i uh. added to it a lil

Ghb: OH?

Dog: i hate youuuuu

Dog: i uh. stole one a your jackets,,,,im cuddled up in it. i look like im in a pale porno GOD

Ghb: SHIT BROTHER THAT IS

Ghb: absolutely the cutest fuckin thing i've heard today :0)

Dog: shut!!!!

Dog: what uh. what about you?

Ghb: IM ALL LAYING ON A COMFY ASS PILE MYSELF, STOLE SOME EXTRA BLANKETS FROM SOME EMPTY ROOMS

Ghb: wish you were here though so i could warm a brother up ;0)

Dog: jfhjffk o..oh?

Dog: wh. how would you start?

Ghb: FIRST ID GET ALL COMFY NEXT TO YA, ALL CURLED UP AROUND YOUR TINY LIL SELF

Ghb: you're always so fuckin cold all the time, colder than the fish even

Dog: my body is simply a Bastard tbh. hfjk that sounds so nice tho,,,

Ghb: YEAH? WHY DONT YOU CUDDLE DOWN IN THE BLANKETS FOR ME, GET YOURSELF NICE AN TOASTY

Dog: mmmm,,,,,,yeah okay that's. that's good

Ghb: IT IS ISN'T IT? FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WARM

Ghb: you deserve to feel good lil bro, an id make you feel even better if i was there, rub your arms an get some of that good good heat in there, maybe even work out some of the knots in your shoulders, i know you keep a lot of tension there. it's like a couple a rocks in there

Dog: hhh y,,yeah i do huh?

Dog: id uh. id want to squirm around eventually so i can kiss at your jawline an neck. an maybe bite a lil? its. it's fun

Dog: not like ROUGH bites like i do with crofish but uh, lil nips. on, on your earfins too if that's okay

Ghb: ITS SO FUCKIN CUTE, YOU GOT THOSE LIL BABY FANGS IT FEELS LIKE A LIL PURR BEAST NIPPIN AT ME

Ghb: and it tickles something fierce when you get at my fins! id have to get you back in the ribs >:0)

Dog: jhdjfkf NO RUDE!! i changed my mind id bite you So Hard

Ghb: AWW YOURE SO MEAN TO ME WHEN IM TRYING TO TREAT YOU SWEET

Ghb: now a question for you: how do you want me to wind you down my most wonderful lil buddy?

Dog: maybe uh. fuck, damn

Ghb: SHH TAKE YOUR TIME SWEET THING YOU CAN DO IT

Dog: i uh. i like it when you pet me. an talk all sweet to me, but like that kinda mean sweet? s. smean,,,

Ghb: aww fuck i can certainly do that sweet thing :0)

Ghb: here im even gonna get all quiet for you, you like it when i talk soft with you huh? you get all blushy when i do with that miracle red on your cheeks

Ghb: why don't you touch yourself for me, real gentle. spread your hand out on your stomach an press down jus a lil bit

Ghb: i could break you right in half if i wanted on account of you being so little

Ghb: but i won't because im so pale for you sweetling

Dog: hhhhhfjgk shit

Ghb: aww look at you, that's my good boy

Ghb: you get flustered so easy, you never really let anyone treat you kind like you deserve huh?

Dog: noo,,,,it feels. weird hhf

Ghb: we'll were gonna have to change that aren't we? im just gonna have to treat you real soft til you learn it's safe

Ghb: fuck you're such a pitiable lil thing aren't you. why don't you trace your hand up your chest for me, just a lil bit of claw

Ghb: and then cup your cheek real soft

Dog: o. oh,,hm

Ghb: i wanna hold your face lil diamond, nuzzle up in your neck and tell you how precious you are to me

Ghb: just let yourself relax now okay? let me do the work for once <>

Ghb: you're such a pitiable lil doll, every time i look at you i feel like my blood pusher is about to stop. and you don't even know it? you don't even know what a sweetly pathetic lil thing you are? like a teeny lil purrbeast

Ghb: and you trust me so much, you shouldn't do that my lil diamond. you've seen the kind of things i can do. and yet i put my hand on your head and you melt like you ain't ever been touched gentle once in your whole life

Ghb: fuck i love to see that, i love you. im gonna keep telling you that til it gets in your pan proper

Ghb: i love you, i love you. im gonna take care of you always you hear me? you're always gonna be safe with me, im not gonna let a single damn person lay a hand on you without your permission

Ghb: you're probably starting to get a lil tired, i know you get all worked up and crash so fast. you gonna rest now lil diamond mine?

Dog: hhh y. yeah,,

Dog: m pale for you <>

Ghb: pale for you too lil lamb <> pale as bones and stardust :0)

Ghb: just a few more days and ill be home to pile with you proper

#jackals barks #self ship #okay 2 rb but again Dont Be Weirr #*weird

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kflirts · 5 years

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two is better than one

paring: you x mingi x wooyoung

genre: smut

word count: 3.3k

warnings: polyamory, voyeur, voilence and blood mention, just . a lot of smut, sub!wooyoung appearance (not for long dw)

notes: yet another fic swap with cait.

Having two hot boyfriends is convenient for a plethora of reasons. For example, twice the cuddles, two Valentine’s day gifts, two good morning texts and of course, twice the sex.

Having two hot boyfriends is especially cool when the werido sitting next to you is using pick up lines he definitely googled 4 minutes ago. Mingi had promised beforehand that he would not get jealous tonight and you were free to talk and do what you please (not that you needed his permission, you never listened to him anyway), and Wooyoung swore to be nice, so you were looking forward to a night out with your boys, but this guy really seemed to think the vacant seat beside you was an invitation into your pants. At first it was cute, it was nice to be reminded you were still hot to strangers, but at this point you were praying for Mingi to notice the lack of space in between the stranger and yourself.

“Is that ass made of sugar? Because it looks sweet as hell.” The dude chuckled, arm brushing your own and you fought the urge to ask him to kiss it and find out. You offered half of a smile as you searched for Mingi in the crowd to plead for help.

“What’s your name?” He asks, leaning in towards you, and you made a few polite shifts backwards. Your mouth opens to tell him to stuff it up his rectum, but you’re interrupted with a warm hand on your shoulder. You silently thank Jesus as you turn to look into the face of Wooyoung, who looks less than thrilled.

“She’s seeing someone, buddy.” Wooyoung says nonchalantly.

“What? You sure? Because it looks like she’s kinda digging me.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head slightly at Wooyoung, who’s grip on you only tightened. You knew both Wooyoung and Mingi were jealous, not because they didn’t trust you, just because they’re fucking insane.

“Trust me. She’s not.” Wooyoung looks to the waitress, ordering a drink for the both of you, he seems disinterested with this guy, to say the least. “Oh, also. Your pickup lines fucking suck, dude. Like.. they’re awful.”

The male’s jaw tightens, and you instinctively press into Wooyoung more when his hand lands on your knee. Normally, you would have kicked him where the sun never shines and taken his future children away, but with Wooyoung, you allow him to take care of it. Less work.

And take care of it he does, grabbing the man’s wrist and forcefully pushing him back. This seemed to startle the man a little, him blinking surprised.

“Hey, look, dude. I’m not going to pick a fight with you over a bitch.”

“Well, that’s too bad, ‘cause I’m picking one with you.” Mingi’s voice seemed to boom, like thunder or drums, as he grabbed the less than thrilled man by his coat collar, practically dragging him out of the bar through a side door. You move to stand, calling Mingi’s name, feeling sorry for the poor guy, who was certainly going to have a fucked up face by the time Mingi was done with him.

Wooyoun stopped you, handing you a drink. “I wouldn’t go out there if I were you, ____.” He said, shaking his head. “We both know there’s no stopping Min once he’s started.”

You sighed. He was right. Mingi was normally a very mellow, sweet man, but when provoked, he was a force to be reckoned with. And you should know. You provoked him frequently.

After about 6 and a half minutes, with no sign of Mingi, you began to worry. The guy only deserved a 2 minute ass beating, tops.

“You’re worried.” Wooyoung observed, smiling softly at your face in the bar’s lighting.

“No shit.” You respond, glacing to the door again. “What if he like... killed him or something.”

“Mingi’s not that dumb, ____.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Okay, yeah. We should probably check on him.” Wooyoung laid down money on the counter, before grasping your hand and leading you out the front door, looking for any sign of Mingi or the guy. When neither of you spot them, you began panicking, calling his name loudly. Wooyoung was slightly less worried, opting to call his phone instead.

“There he is.” You half shout, half sigh, jogging to meet a slightly red and definitely pissed Mingi emerging from an allyway. “Where’s the guy?”

“Don’t worry about him.” Mingi shrugged, wiping blood off of his arms.

“What in the fuck?” You notice more blood splatters, and your pulse quickens. “Mingi, what did you do?”

“Let’s just say he won’t be going contacting any women anytime soon.”

“Oh my god. Did you kill him?” Wooyoung asks from behind you.

“What the fuck? No, I stole his phone.” Mingi scoffs.

“I forget sometimes that you’re kind of an asshole.” You sigh.

“Yes. Thanks for noticing. I put a lot of effort into maintaining that persona.”

“Why?”

“So I can scare dicks who hit on you.”

“Yandere much?” Wooyoung chuckles as you all walk to the car.

“Y’know, blood isn’t a good color on you.” Wooyoung comments, half looking at you and Mingi in the backseat, half focusing on the road. Mingi had insised you sit in the back with him, to “tend to his wounds” (a scratch on his knuckle).

“Excuse me, it’s definitely my color, the red brings out my eyes.” Mingi responds, wiping the blood off of his arms with the babywipes you insisted you keep in the car at all times.

You laughed out loud, shaking your head, causing Mingi’s eyes to wander over your face. Sometimes he wondered what good deed he did in his past life to deserve having you, and his passion and persistence to make sure you were protected sometimes became anger at the world, knowing there were people out there who could hurt you, and he was determined to make sure they couldn’t, or die trying.

“You know, you really didn’t have to do all of that.” You said lowly, meeting Mingi’s eyes.

“And you didn’t have to entertain him as long as you did, but here we are, hm?” Mingi countered, his eyebrow raised.

“Don’t do that.” Your jaw dropped, feigning disbelief. “There was nothing I could do!”

“You could have came to me, dollface.” Wooyoung looked at you through the rear-view mirror, offering a smirk. You stuck out your tongue. Mingi clicked his tongue, gaining your attention again.

“You do know you’re in trouble now, right?” Mingi says, making quick eye contact with Wooyoung through the mirror. They speak in a silent language you can’t and don’t want to understand, eyebrows raising. Wooyoung’s lips tug up into a smile and your stomach drops in excitement and anticipation. You feel like teasing tonight.

“Why? I didn’t do anything.” You coo, poking out your lip at Mingi, tossing your leg over his.

Mingi looks as if he’s going to say something, but turns to Wooyoung instead, leaning forward.

“Woo. Do you think _____ behaved tonight?”

Wooyoung bit his lip, pretending to think. “Well, no. From what I saw, a guy had his hands on her.”

You opened your mouth in shock. “That’s so not fair, you’re both ganging up on me and you know that’s not how it went down!”

Mingi and Wooyoung both looked to you, and Mingi tilted his head. “Oh really? You want to talk back now. Hear that, Woo? She wants to talk back tonight.”

“If I have to pull over, it won’t be good for you, angel.” Wooyoung stared at you, glancing over his shoulder.

You clamp your mouth shut, crossing your arms over your chest and giving the both of them the evilest stares you can muster. Sex with Wooyoung and Mingi was more often times then not, a power struggle, Mingi declaring himself the ultimate power dom, and Wooyoung trying to convince the both of you he wasn’t a switch, only a soft dom. You’d gotten him into subspace more than once, but he begged you not to tell Mingi, saying it would “hurt his rep”. Sex with the both of them proved to last hours, Wooyoung teasing and Mingi’s over stimulation kink driving you insane. They liked to be able to take their time, so you doubted they would do anything in the car, or while Woo was driving, at least.

Mingi would prove you wrong in about 2 minutes. “Safe word, ____?”

You looked up, startled. Asking for the safeword was Mingi’s way of letting the both of you know shit was about to go down.

“Alabama.” You say, quietly. “But, Mingi, we’re in the ca-”

“It doesn’t matter if you cum quick, baby.” Mingi unbuckled himself, leaning into you. “How long ‘till home, Woo?”

“17 minutes.” Wooyoung’s voice was dry already, as it did when he was impatient, and Mingi hadn’t even started yet.

“I’ve seen you cum in 5. So, how much you wanna bet I can make you cum 3 times before we get inside?” Mingi smirked, planting wet kisses along your collarbone, shifting positions so you were trapped between him and the window behind you. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you grip the seat fabric, averting eyes to Wooyoung, as if he could help you. He offers no help, instead trying to focus on the dark roads ahead of him.

“Don’t look at Woo. Look at me.” Mingi commanded, his hand snaking down your dress before hiking it up around your hips, and tugging your panties to the side. “Tsk. Already wet.” He observes. You bring your eyes to the black haired male, biting your lip as you watch him position his lips at your entrance. You inhale as his tongue darts out to lick your slit, his eyes dating to catch your reaction. Your soft gasp makes Wooyoung crane his neck to see your face, the tent in his pants now evident.

“Fuck, how do you taste so good?” Mingi mumbles, using his hands to spread your legs, nipping your clit softly.

“I eat pineapples.” You half joke, half moan. Mingi gives you a look, taking your clit in his mouth in response. You catch your breath as he begins to harshly suck on it, moving his head side to side.

“Gi...” You moan quietly, a hand in his hair as you began grinding against his face, bucking your hips into him. He smirked, hand on your thigh pushing you back down, getting you to stay still. You whimper into your hand as he continues to suck, showing no mercy. Wooyoung tsks.

“Hand.” He says lowly, and Mingi uses his free hand to pull yours away from your mouth.

“Babygirl just isn’t listening well at all tonight, is she, Woo?” He says, shaking his head at you. He uses his middle finger to tease your entrance, before roughly pushing his finger inside you, coating it with your juices. This earns a loud whimper from you, and Wooyoung averts his eyes from the road to watch Mingi’s finger disappearing inside of you. The car swerves abruptly, and you snap your eyes open, looking at a sheepish Wooyoung.

“This is... such a bad idea.” You manage.

“What? You don’t think I’m a good driver, angel?” Wooyoung quirks his head.

“I know you aren’t.” You counter.

“Mingi, please shut her up.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Mingi grins, adding 2 more fingers and beginning to pump them into you at an insane rate. You immediately close your eyes, feeling tension build up in your stomach as you fight back moans.

“What’s wrong? Daddy got your tongue?” Mingi smirked, fake pouting. “I know for a fact that you can be a lot louder than that.“

You inwardly cursed him out, whimpers coming from your throat as he relentlessly fingered you. The tension started to become too much to handle and you managed to mewl out, “I think I... I’m gonna-”

“Do it.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, a string of curses and both of their names spilling out of your mouth as he rode you through your orgasm. By now, one of Wooyoung’s hands was definitely in his pants, and his breathing began slowing.

“Time, Woo?”

“13 minutes left.”

Mingi grins, never delaying in his fingering. “One down, two to go.”

“Ming...Mingi!” You cry at the over-stimulation. “Gimme a minute! Fuck!”

“Last time I checked, you don’t tell me what to fucking do.” Mingi didn’t relent, instead adding a fourth finger and flattening his tongue against your clit. It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to hit, your nerves already stimulated, and you were screaming by the third.

By the time the three of you made it to your apartment, your legs were jelly and Wooyoung was on the verge of cumming in his pants.

“My turn.” Wooyoung smirked, dropping his pants and sitting on the couch. “Saddle up, angel.”

You moan at the site of one of your boyfriends so ready for you, and oblige, straddling his hips, one hand on his shoulder for balance, the other on the base of his dick, lining him up with your entrance. Lubrication isnt even a problem, your own wetness and Woo’s precum proving to be more than enough as you slide his dick inbetween your folds. You slowly slide down his length until you get to the base, and immediately begin riding his dick. Wooyoung gasps, grabbing your hips to still you.

“Wait, angel. Adjust first.” He pulls you closer, his head in the curve of your neck. He waits a moment before snapping his hips up, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Wooyoung.” You sigh. “Can you just fuck me? Please?”

“Ah, is that what you want?”

Where Mingi was dominant, Wooyoung was a tease. Constantly pushing your buttons, living for your reactions. While Mingi would fuck you senseless, and then fuck you again, and again , Wooyoung found pleasure in the wait, in edging you on, making you beg for it. Foreplay was Woo’s favorite, a part of sex Mingi oftentimes skipped over. That’s one thing having two boyfriends benefits you. Where one lacks, the other picks up the slack. Where one had a weakness, the other one has a strength. The three of you together are absolutely amazing.

Now, Mingi sits in a chair across from the couch, palming himself through his jeans, shirtless. Wooyoung smirked at him from over your shoulder, bouncing you gently in his lap, and his cock scrapped against your walls agonizingly slow. You knew the best way to get Wooyoung to hurry up was to not entertain his teasing. He drew back out of you slowly, and you let out a quiet moan.

“Louder, Daddy can’t hear.” Mingi commanded from his spot. In response, you let out a cry from the cruel, slow pace at which Wooyoung was going. He was perfectly content, you knew. He could tease your walls for hours without releasing, you knew from a monumental weekend in Tokyo.

“Ride me.” Wooyoung commanded, and you didn’t hesitate to oblige him, thankful for the opportunity to pick up the pace. You rose and fell on his dick.

His hands traveled everywhere on you, from your ass, to choking you slightly, to your breasts, to your thighs, he explored every inch of you. Your hips began bucking more wildly, not following a rhythm, rather chasing your orgasm before he had time to deny you. Mingi noticed, chuckling to himself, hand now in his pants as he dragged his large hands across his length. His moans were low and throaty. You came down on him quicker and quicker, your fourth orgasm approaching, before his hips bucked up to meet yours, stopping you completely.. You opened your eyes as he smirked. You groaned as he began his slow pace from earlier.

“God, Woo.. How hard is it to let me cum?” You whined into his ear, tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

“It’s no fun that way.” Wooyoung kissed along your neck, his pace way too slow for your liking. You looked over your shoulder, seeing a sweaty Mingi.

“For fucks sakes, Wooyoung. Let the poor girl cum so I can fuck her face.”

Your pussy clenched around Woo at Mingi’s words, and Wooyoung sulked, nodding before wrapping his arms around your waist, trapping you to his body as he pounded into you roughly, your wetness dripping down to his balls, making the sounds loud and wet.

“Tell me what you want.” Wooyoung mumbled against your skin.

“You.” You breathed, feeling pressure in your stomach again.

“Who’s fucking you this good, hm, angel?” He breathed heavily, hips bucking into you and he slowed, only to find your sweet spot. Once he hit it you moaned so loudly, even Mingi’s breath hitched.

“You, Woo.”

“You can cum. Such a good girl for us tonight.” Wooyoung praised, and his words sent you over the edge, pleading and begging for Lord knows what, convulsing and shaking, your eyes rolled back into your head. One thing about Woo, when he did let you cum, he let you cum.

When you’d finally came down from your orgasm, you felt Mingi’s hands pull you from his lap, placing you inbetween his legs as he sat by Woo.

“I know you’re tired, baby.” He started, a hint of sympathy in his tone as he saw how fucked out you looked. “But I need to cum, you’ve got me so worked up. So I’m gonna fuck your face, okay?”

You, frankly, were still seeing stars, but you nodded, taking the base of his cock in your hand.

“No teasing today.” Mingi mumbles a warning, hissing at the feeling of your hands. You nod, smiling.

“When have I ever?” Your finger brushed his slit.

“Baby...” Mingi started, warning in his tone. You obediently opened your mouth, taking his head in. He immediately took over, pushing his dick all the way in, until your nose was pressed against his navel. You fought your gag reflex, swallowing around him.

“Fuck.” Mingi cursed under his breath, pushing in and out of your mouth until he’s hitting the back of your throat and then pulling off again. Wooyoung watched this, tugging his own dick, his light, airy moans contrasting Min’s heavy ones.

You swallowed again, and Mingi bucked his hips up roughly. “Look at Wooyoung, baby. Look at how subby he looks.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes, but with his lavender hair stuck to his skin and his pink lips parted like that, he did look subby. You smiled with your eyes, your hand pushing Woo’s off of his cock, replacing it with your own. You jerked Wooyoung off while you Mingi fucked your throat, and you held back tears at his unnecessary pace.

“I’m close.” Wooyoung sighed.

“Me too,” Mingi breathed, throaing his head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Mingi chanted, and you swallowed. “Fuck, do that again and I’ll cum.”

You did it again, and you soon felt his hot liquid running down your throat. You swallowed it as he pulled out, his breath heavy and labored. He continued to curse. You focused on Wooyoung, roughly jerking at his shaft and teasing his slit, and he whimpered. You and Mingi exchanged glances, Mingi mouthing, “sub.”. You chuckled, and soon Woo was bucking into your hand, his cum painting your hand and arm, You quickly licked it off, maintaining eye contact as he rode his orgasm out. Once he came down, you smiled. He turned to Min, eyes glazed.

“Mingi.”

“Yes, Wooyoung?”

“You still got blood on your neck. It does bring out your eyes though.”

Mingi rolled his eyes, turning to you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?“

#ateez #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #ateez oneshot

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sanguinarysanguinity · 4 years

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Twenty Titles meme

(x-posted from DW, and gakked from china_shop)

My last twenty fic titles on AO3:

A Jelly Good Show (Whitehead Holmes)

The Adventures of Goatratio Hornblower (Hornblower)

Tell-Tale (Hornblower)

The Taste of Truth (ACD Holmes)

New Year's Snow (Hornblower)

A Well-Rooted Briar (Hornblower)

To Make Dreams Truths (ACD Holmes)

Their Shared Will (Hornblower)

Seeking High-Energy Self-Starter, Flexible Schedule (My Dearly Beloved Detective)

HMK Nonsuch (Hornblower)

The Golden Sand (Hornblower)

Solace and Comfort (Hornblower)

Cock on the Right (Hornblower)

Opinions of her Own (Hornblower)

No. 36 Bannerman Road (The Sarah Jane Adventures)

Any Service Required (Hornblower)

Tea for Two (Moriarty - Horowitz)

A Tendency to Tease (Hornblower)

Kissing Lessons (Hornblower)

William Bush, Oldster (Hornblower)

1. How many are you happy with?

Fourteen, maybe -- I've vastly improved at titling in the last year or so. I require a title to be easy to remember and easy to match with the fic; ideally, a title should furthermore speak to some fundamental aspect of the story, or work at multiple levels. Over the last year, I've gotten better at identifying what is core about a story, and teasing out or devising a phrase that gets at it.

2. How many are... not great?

Eh, three? "Tell-Tale" comes annoying close to being a good title; it almost is a figurative descriptor of the gift as well as a literal one, and yet I'm not convinced it actually comes off. "New Year's Snow" is just blah. I mean, it's fine, but it does absolutely nothing of any kind of worth. "To Make Dreams Truths" is pure ugh: it's a line of poetry that doesn't QUITE fit, it comes off as annoyingly pretentious, I always have to squint at it a bit to remember which story it's supposed to be, I hate it.

3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute?

Nearly every single one -- eighteen were titled as part of prepping for AO3. At least one ("William Bush, Oldster") was actually first published without a title to tumblr. I have sometimes been tempted to keep those tumblr vignettes titleless when I pull them over to AO3, just write "Untitled" where it demands a title. But it's too cumbersome to have a bunch of things titled "Untitled" in my works list, so I've always given in at the last second and put something there.

4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning?

"The Adventures of Goatratio Hornblower" and "Seeking High-Energy Self-Starter, Flexible Schedule" are the only two I knew well in advance, and it's probably not a coincidence that they're both silly, comedic titles for silly, comedic premises. In both cases, having the title in hand was very helpful in keeping me from losing my way with the stories: I kept drifting serious, then remembering that I had titled the thing "Goatratio" or that long horrible twist of management-speak, and then would use that to give myself permission to be silly and ridiculous again.

5. How many are quotes from songs or poems?

Two: "The Golden Sand" (Poe, "A Dream Within a Dream") and "To Make Dreams Truths" (Donne, “The Dream”). I'm happy with the former -- "Dream Within a Dream" is thematically spot-on for the fic, as is the image of the golden sand slipping through the dreamer's fingers while he weeps. My only discontent is that Poe is anachronistic for the Hornblower canon, but whatever, the stories were written in the 20th century and reek of their era, I don't care. Whereas the Donne... Eh, it's just not a great fit. It'll do, of course -- that's why I chose it -- but I don't like it, and the bad title almost makes me hate the story by association.

No, wait, I miscounted: it's three titles from story/song quotes. "Tea for Two" is obviously from a song, hello! I love it as a title -- such a perky, upbeat, happy song, imagining what a pot of tea can mean to a relationship, and meanwhile Moriarty has twisted that pot of tea -- and the underlying relationship -- into an evil caricature of the song's ideal. You know that thing they do in movies where they play something upbeat on an out-of-tune music box so it sounds evil and creepy and ominous? That’s how that title takes me, and I couldn't be happier with it.

ETA: I correct myself again! @educatedinyellow brought up "Cock on the Right," and THAT'S a quote, too, from a maritime rhyme extolling the benefits of various protective tattoos: <i>Pig on the knee, safety at sea; cock on the right, never beaten in a fight.</i> In my head, the title was a straightforward declaration of the story's most significant element -- the fighting cock tattooed on Bush’s right foot -- but it's actually a quote!

6. How many are other quotes?

Maybe ten of them are quotes from the story itself; another four or so might as well be direct quotes, being descriptions of a time or place in the story. Obviously, I find it very productive to dig into the text of the story for a phrase that sums up one of the central themes or problems of the story.

7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?

"Their Shared Will," possibly. Will is literally shared between them, obvs, but in-text it's a reference to his subbiness, and that what is getting him off is that they share a will about how to use him. It works perfectly on both levels, and both levels are a succinct and accurate summary of the fic.

8. Which best reflects the theme of the story/fanwork?

"The Taste of Truth," maybe. The title works literally, of course -- there's a fruit that you eat that allegedly tells you a truth, but it's a bitter, nasty fruit, and it tends to tell you cherry-picked truths designed to fuck you up to the maximum extent possible. Only a taste of truth, one designed to tantalize and ruin you. But the main action of the story is the characters experimenting with candid honesty, and so it's not just that bitter, nasty, poisoned truth they've been tasting, but also the good stuff, that which clears your palate and lays the foundation for fixing your life -- and maybe the taste of that is good enough to lead to better things. (I could probably have played more with that metaphor more at the end? Ugh. Maybe in some covert revisions...)

9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/POV of the fanwork?

"A Jelly Good Show," possibly, being that the character voices are nothing but puns straight through. It was absolutely critical to give that story a punny title and summary.

10. Which is your favourite?

"The Adventures of Goatratio Hornblower," maybe. Distinctive and unmistakable -- I dare anyone familiar with the story to have trouble matching it to its title -- and an honest indicator of the kind of silly fun you're likely to find inside.

#my writing #long post

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winchester19-67 · 5 years

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The Oak Tree

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some angst, Implied smut, Fluff

Word Count: 2,333

Square Filled: Carving Initials in a Tree

A/N: I’m kinda thinking about turning this into a series. Let me know what y’all think. This was written for @spnfluffbingo.

"Can you imagine?" Dean asks as he leads you through the thick woods. "Once this land is mine, I'm gonna build the house I've always dreamed of." He lets go of your hand before walking over to a massive oak, slapping his hand against the rough bark and smiling back at you. "This would be the perfect spot for the front door."

You bite your lip to hide your amusement. Inside, your wanting nothing more than to hide away somewhere in a corner and wither away. But, for the sake of Dean's good mood, you decide to play along.

"And exactly how are you going to remember that perfect spot?" you ask him. "That tree looks exactly like the thousands of others around here."

Dean thinks for a minute before a wide smile spreads across his face. He fishes around in his pocket for a second before holding up a pocket knife for you to see.

"You know how I'm going to remember this spot?"

"How?" you ask, even though you know exactly what he's getting ready to do. Dean turns around to face the tree before answering.

"We're going to make our mark."

Your heart drops, and you try to ignore the burn behind your eyes. "Our?" you ask, hoping you heard him wrong.

"Yeah. Someone's gotta keep me warm at night," Dean says, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. "Can you imagine?" Dean asks again as he begins to chip away at the bark with the knife. "This is gonna be our home, sweetheart."

"Dean..."

"We're going to put our house right here where nobody will bother us. No noisy neighbors we have to worry about."

"Dean..."

"A big front porch. A cozy living room. I'm gonna make sure you get that big kitchen you've always talked about wanting. Maybe a pool eventually. Oh, and at least four bedrooms because I've always wanted a big family."

"Dean..."

"Okay," Dean laughs. "I'll settle for just two kids if you don't want more."

"Dean!"

He turns to hold the knife out towards you, and your heart absolutely shatters at the joyous smile on his face. You just look at Dean and slowly shake your head before taking a step back. Dean gives you a confused look, and he closes the knife before pocketing it again.

"Sweetheart?"

"I'm moving," you choke out.

Dean's face completely falls, and you have to turn your head.

"What?" You can't help the sob that escapes at the brokenness in his voice.

"I'm moving," you repeat. "My family is moving away."

"But you... You don't have to go with them," Dean says, his heart pounding at the thought of losing you. "We can start our own family, (Y/N)."

You shake your head, finally letting a tear or two fall. "You know that my Dad isn't in the best health, and Mom can't do it all by herself. They need me, Dean."

"You can go see them whenever you want," Dean promises. "I'm not going to keep you from them."

"You know what will happen," you tell him. "It'll start off with frequent visits, and then we'll get busy with our own life. It'll turn into weekend visits, and then every other weekend, until I'm only getting to see them on Holidays."

"No," Dean says as he shakes his head. "No, (Y/N), I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Please, honey. I can't imagine my life with anyone but you."

You shake your head again, but this time you walk closer to him. Dean's hands gently grip your arms as you stretch up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you." Dean's hands grip you just a bit tighter.

"I love you too," Dean breathes out. "I need you."

Instead of replying, you step away. You're just about to turn away and walk off when Dean drops to his knees.

"Please," he sobs.

You know you're an idiot for turning him away. You know you're never going to find a man that treats you as well as Dean does. And yet, that still doesn't stop you from turning around and walking away.

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Your heart clenches at the memory as you make your way through the thick woods. You knew then you were making a huge mistake, and you know now that it wasn't worth it. You wish you had stayed with Dean. You wish that you knew two years ago what you know now.

But it's too late.

You stop when you know you've found the right spot. The oak tree is still standing, and your hand absentmindedly runs over the DW that's carved into it. You swallow hard as you dig the knife out of your pocket and begin to do something you should've done two years ago.

You know it's no use now. It doesn't make any difference whether or not your initials join Dean's. You're just hoping it will give you some kind of closure.

When you step back to look, you don't feel any better. It makes you feel worse. It makes you wish Dean was here with you instead of wherever he ended up at. You take a deep breath and get ready to walk away when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"I didn't think you'd ever come back."

Your heart stops as you turn around to see Dean step out from behind a nearby tree. He just stands there with his head halfway bowed, and both of his hands tucked into his pockets.

"I... um... I didn't know where else to go," you tell him.

"Get tired of your new life?" he asks.

You swallow hard. "My Dad passed away not long after we moved."

"I know," Dean says. "I went to the funeral."

Your eyes widen a bit. "You... You did?"

"Yeah," Dean says as he scratches the back of his neck. "I was kinda hoping I'd see you. I had a big speech planned to convince you to come home with me, but you weren't there."

You shake your head. "I was told not to show up," you tell him. "Mom blamed me for his death because I talked her into giving the hospital permission to take him off life support. She's not talked to me since."

"I'm sorry," Dean says.

You shake your head. "It's not your fault." You take a deep breath before looking around the woods. "You didn't build the house."

Dean shakes his head. "I bought the land, but... It's like I told you," Dean pauses to look up at you with red-rimmed eyes, and your heart breaks, "I can't imagine my life with anyone but you."

"I have to be honest," you tell him. "Everything that's happened the past two years, the only thing that would've made it bearable would've been having you to come home to. Dean, you have no clue how many times I curled up in my bed and imagined that your arms were wrapped around me. Imagined that you were there to whisper soothing things to me, and to tell me that everything was going to be okay."

By this point, you both have tears falling down your face, but you both could care less.

"(Y/N), you don't know how many times I've walked through these woods and imagined our life," Dean tells you. "You don't know how many times I've dreamed about our home with the big front porch." Dean stops when his voice cracks.

"A cozy living room," you continue. Dean smiles at you.

"That big kitchen you've always wanted."

"A pool eventually."

"And at least four bedrooms because I've always wanted a big family."

"We," you correct him. "We've always wanted a big family."

Dean takes a couple steps closer to you, and your heart starts pounding.

"I know I probably have no right to say this, but I'm..."

"I forgive you," Dean says quickly, not even giving you a chance to finish your sentence. "But, sweetheart, I gotta be honest. It's a little hard for me to forgive you when I never blamed you in the first place." You feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and Dean opens up his arms.

You don't hesitate to take off running. This time, you know you're moving in the right direction. Towards Dean, and not away from him.

Dean staggers a bit before he catches his footing. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck and hide your face in his shoulder.

"D-Dean!" you sob.

"Shh." Dean kisses the top of your head before burying his nose in your hair. "It's alright now, (Y/N). I gotcha. I love you."

"How?" you sob into Dean's shoulder. "How can you still say that? I left you. We were planning our life together, and I just..."

"Hey," Dean says as he pulls back to cup his hands around your face. "Listen to me, sweetheart. You didn't want to leave. I know you didn't. But you did what you thought was best for your family, even thought it caused you heartache. You didn't make a mistake. You didn't ruin what we had, what we still have. If anything, this proves how strong we are together. Because after two years of not seeing each other, not talking to each other, here we are. We've found each other again, and I know we always will." He tilts your head a bit so he can look you right in the eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," you choke out. Dean kisses your lips, and it's like time stands still.

Suddenly, the past two years don't matter. All that matters now is that you're in the arms of the man you love. The man you know you're supposed to be with.

Dean pulls back after a few minutes. Neither of you speak for a while. You just stand there as Dean stares into your eyes, his thumbs softly running over both of your cheeks.

"Don't ever let me go again," you whisper to Dean. "Please."

"Never," Dean says, the ring he bought two and a half years ago suddenly feeling like it's burning a hole in his pocket. He lets go of you, giving you one more quick kiss before dropping to one knee.

"Dean," you breathe out as tears once again gather in your eyes. But for the first time in a long time, they're happy tears.

"(Y/N)," Dean begins as he smiles up at you, pulling out a velvet box and holding it up towards you, "I've carried this around with me longer than I care to admit. I wanted to wait until I signed the papers for this land, and I had done that just a few hours before I brought you out here that day. When you took off, I could've kicked myself for not doing this sooner. And now, I know that it just wasn't meant to be at the time.

"We needed proof that we could withstand anything. And now that we have that proof," Dean opens the box, and you let out a happy cry, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

"Yes!" you cry as you quickly nod your head. You place your hands on either side of Dean's face before leaning down to kiss him. You pull back long enough for Dean to slide the ring onto your finger, but he quickly reconnects your lips, standing up as he pulls you close to him.

"Look at the inside," Dean murmurs as he tries to pull away.

"What?" you ask Dean as you raise an eyebrow at him.

Instead of answering, Dean slides the ring off your finger, and you immediately feel lost without it. When Dean points to the inscription on the inside, you start crying again. There, engraved inside the ring, is two simple letters. DW. They look almost identical to the letters carved in the oak, and you know they were modeled after Dean's handwriting.

"I'm going to have your initials engraved into my wedding band," Dean tells you.

"That's what you were really up to that night," you say.

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, well, I figured misleading you a bit was better than handing you the knife and saying 'here, carve your initials into this tree so I'll have something to go by when I engrave them into my wedding band."

You laugh as a few stray tears fall down your cheeks. "Dean?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

You look up at him and smile widely. "We're still going to build our house here, right?"

"Absolutely," Dean says. "With a big front porch."

"A cozy living room."

"That big kitchen you've always wanted."

"A pool eventually."

"And at least four bedrooms..."

"Because we want a big family," you both finish together.

"I do want to change one thing," you tell Dean.

"What's that?" he asks.

"Instead of using the tree as a spot for our front door, I think it should be part of the front yard."

"It's like you read my mind," Dean says as he leans his forehead against yours.

When summer rolls around, you and Dean get married in front of the oak tree. By the next spring, your both sitting in the cozy living room of your new home.

"Dean," you say as he rubs his hand up and down your arm.

"Hm?"

"There's something missing."

"What's that?" Dean asks as he leans back a bit to look at you.

"That big family we've always wanted."

"Well," Dean smirks as he leans over you. "Let's get started then." You laugh a little as he starts kissing your neck.

"(Y/N)," Dean says when you're both laying breathless in bed. "You know what I'm gonna do tomorrow?"

"What's that?" you ask him.

"I'm gonna find a tire swing..."

"For us, or our kids?" you tease.

"I was still talking," Dean chuckles as he leans his head against yours. "You know what I'm going to do with that tire swing?"

"What's that?"

"Tie it to the oak tree."

#spnfluffbingo2019 #SPN #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #fanfic

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sugar--pie · 6 years

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Originally when I found out about the DW thing regarding this new season, and sooner came to discover the tweets from Barlee. I became really upset. I’m still upset.

Keith and Lance and their dynamic, has been one of the best things I loved about Voltron. But I know for a fact it was initially meant t happen. There’s way too much proof, even in season 7. Even if others didn’t see it.

So finding out that it might’ve just been tossed away because DreamWorks didn’t want it... or didn’t give permission... really hit hard.

But as I lay here, with my pillow being soaked with tears... I thought about Barlees tweets again.

Being fair, they couldn’t say all that much, so it’s very much obscure towards what it could mean. But I ... might be able to give some hope towards this. Even if I could be wrong.

First off, Barlee acknowledges that the situation isn’t good and that we have a right to be upset. And from OUR POINT OF VIEW it doesn’t look good. But there is more to the story.

Now I feel like some people are maybe taking her words of “they’re allowed to feel upset by the end result...” a little out of context.

I will dive more into this in a second, but I just want to quickly point out Barlee is being very clear in that the people who also work on Voltron, do care about proper rep and did want what was best for us.

This is where the idea of being Queerbaited came from. Overall Marketing and Netflix had minds of their own, and that’s where the “official videos being tagged Klance” and the obscure tweets by Netflix originally came into play, when they weren’t meant to. This is where the posters Netflix(?) made of Shiro with Adam behind him, and the Keith poster with Lance being behind him, came into action. They only watched the show like the rest of us, so assumed that was the direction as well. They probably had minimal insight into what’s going on, so If any queerbait was involved it was ultametly just the marketing team. Not the show runners themselves who didn’t have any say in what gets shown, tagged or previewed.

Now getting back into this, and why “they’re allowed to be upset with the final result” stands out to me.

A lot of people are saying that “patching up” the “incomplete story” is referring to making Allura and Lance endgame. Lance was promised one, so that’s what their doing. But in all honesty that doesn’t line up for me.

DreamWorks is believed to have not been allowing the team to go through with their original rep and storyline in the first place. It’s rumoured that Shadam and Klance were fought for, but were never allowed... until a certain point, that as Barlee says here, she didn’t even know about until right before the sdcc premier.

This here implies, that they were given permission for rep at some point in time, and not everyone who worked on Voltron were given this insight.

Now this could easily just be making Shiro the only rep, but when you consider them “patching up” after finally being allowed to put in rep, implies they are still fixing up a lot to include the rep, but what else would they need to patch up, if Shiro and Adam had nothing happen, nor did Shiro point out there’s more to him then we saw. That’s why so much changed easily just by allowing the rep to happen. That’s probably why Shiro was thrown in so quickly to being gay rep, and why there wasn’t any Adam and Shiro except a new recording.

I would like to remind you all, that there was another few recordings done for Shiro and Adam, and I believe an actual scene that was suppose to happen. (Don’t take my word for it). So they may have had scenes and audio ready, it maybe never got a chance to use them as they had to change things.

This is where the whole improvisation comes in. They had to improvise to make Shiro as gay. It’s not what we wanted nor was hyped up to be. They just fit it in cause they were only allowed to recently.

Coming back to this tweet. Barlee says that because of the improvisation, much of the rest of the creators didnt get to do everything THE WAY they planned. This is where I think Klance might still be happening.

“They did what they could to patch it up.”

Barlee never once in any of the tweets implies that they are pulling through with Allura being Lance’s endgame just cause it was promised he’d get one.

The Voltron showrunners were given permission for the rep. It may not be how it was originally planned, so that’s what they’re patching up.

That’s why this season doesnt make sense in terms of all the Keith and Lance interactions that demonstrated them being exactly what they were meant to be, a good team, and most importantly, together. There was more scenes of Keith and Lance, (and even one or two scenes heavily implying Lance where he is feeling something towards Keith), compared to the one or two Allura and Lance scenes implying a romance between them.

“They didn’t get to do everything the way THEY PLANNED.” Implying they’re still doing everything they originally wanted... but not in the way that they saw was more fitting. Combine this with the fact they were given permission for rep... I don’t think Shiro is the only rep allowed. Also combine that with the Keith and Lance heavily implied development this season ... both original planned reps were probably given...

Bro. I’ve stopped crying.

“I think they tried to patch it up as best they could once they were allowed to.”

This. Tweet. Right here. No where does it sound like Barlee is implying Lance isn’t getting an endgame with Keith. This is starting to look more like :

“Originally, what was planned was Keith and Lance from season 1-3. However it wasn’t allowed after that and they had to improvise. Eventually rep was allowed, and now they had to not only improvize but patch up anything to try and make sense of it again.”

I’d also like to include that Seaosn 8 isn’t finished yet, most likely BECAUSE they have to “patch things up.”

It isn’t going to feel satisfying because everything is so rushed, since they only got the okay to do it now. It’s not being made the way it was originally planned. So yes, Keith and Lance are still most likely going to happen. But it won’t be the way they originally wanted for the show or for us. That’s why everything is so quick and bumpy, and why Acxa (a side character who all of a sudden is brought in) and Allura (someone who just had their heart horrifically broken) are probably being implied as Romantic towards the two, Keith and Lance respectively.

I wouldn’t be surprised in Seaosn 8 if they pulled the lame use of Jealousy or pining to bring Keith and Lance together. It initially was meant to be slowburn — These two coming together throughout the story. But they had to, again, IMPROVISE.

Allura and Acxa are mostly likely a part of this “patching up” situation. And the ending won’t be satisfying because not only will these two probably be thrown somewhat under the bus... (hopefully respectfully), they will also make Allura realize feelings for Lance and him coming to realize, no, you’re not the one for me. They’ll also probably use Acxa as a segue to make Lance maybe jealous? Or realize his feelings as he assumes something is happening between her and Keith.

I of course do not like this sort of scenario at all. But that’s the only logical way I can see Acxa being brought into this and being implied to have a crush on Keith, and Allura suddenly has feelings for Lance. If they just wanted to have Lance end up with someone cause it was promised, they would’ve left Acxa out. Keith wasn’t promised an endgame. Throwing her in wouldn’t make sense, unless it was for this purpose.

“It won’t be satisfying to a lot of ppl, and I certainly do not fault them for that.if they had gotten to do what was originally planned, people would feel better about the season.”

So many people were disappointed that not only Lance and Allura being implied to be getting together even after Allura’s heartbreak (besides some of the actual shippers which, y’know, ship them), but also Acxa and Keith out of nowhere, on top of Adam dying without seeing Shiro. This isnt what was suppose to happen. But again, they’re patching up what they can.

—-

“...they’re allowed to feel upset by the end result...”

I’m bringing this back down, to tie all of this together. From everything I’ve gathered. Klance... is still pretty much happening. Or at least, 95% happening as this is sheer speculation on my part.

But to sum up, the showrunners wanted an actual LGBT based plot line, following Keith and Lance. That was initially the slowburn. And it still somewhat counts as slowburn, since they’ve kept the previous development and brought in more interactions and development for them, including the subtleties within Season 4, and end of Season 6 - more than I originally expected to see compared to Allura and Lance. It will feel rushed, but they had to improvise and patchup what they could because they only got permission to go through with it recently, and everything they wanted originally isn’t being done they way they planned.

Allura and Acxa may get thrown under the bus next season, but hopefully it’s not a disservice to their characters. And in terms of Adam and Shiro, people have a right to be upset about it. Ultametly, fans were queerbaited, but not by showrunners, they were baited by the marketing team who exploited not only the LGBT, but also the largest portion of the fandom, the Klance ship.

BUT THAT WAS NOT THE SHOWRUNNERS FAULT. They cared about Rep and they’ve always been advocates. They couldn’t give what they wanted from the beginning because they didn’t have a choice. And now they have permission, and have to do what they can to work back to what they originally planned in a short amount of time, and try to make sense do things again, even though it’ll be rushed and won’t be as satisfying as it should’ve been.

And they know we have a right to be upset with an unsatifying result. Even if it ends with Klance.

So. Did I manage to somehow restore faith for myself? Oh yes. But knowing the posts I make, this will get like 2 notes. But please! BOOST THIS. I think people need to think of this a little better.

And once again be patient. Patience yields focus.

Edit: So I have discovered that these did not refer to Klance. I admit I even took these out of context, HOWEVAH! I still made a post, and gUYS I HAD AN EPIPHANY TODAY AND I REALLY THINK YOU ALL NEED TO READ IT! Please!!! Because, even if it does not happen on canon, which seems like it might not, even though please consider reading!

Keith and Lance have had major roles in each other arcs, even if they weren’t romantic ones! But they have definitely grown into best friends at least, and that’s still a beautiful, beautiful thing! And they’ll be by eachothers sides even after the series ends.

Because that’s what Klance is. Keith and Lance, back to back.

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stardust-revengers · 5 years

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[Only you]

Bucky Barnes x reader.

I’m sorry I’m not good at titles skjsjsj

Request: Heelloo! Would you mind doing a Bucky x Reader where the team pranks Bucky into thinking the reader broke up with him?

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: lil angsty?? But fluff ends so dw, uhh also very very bad writing so I warned u

A/n: wowowo M’s posted three one shots in three days are we dead???, no I’m just in winter break so ya know what that means, anyways. I originally was gonna do a friends AU! (Cuz recently I’ve been rewatching it coughcough) and I was gonna do the whole “they broke up but then one ends up surprise proposal” but then I remembered how much I hate proposals so yeah, uhhh I literally changed it last minute and wrote it super quick so I’m sorry if it sucks!! Also! If ya wanna request shit send shit my way because I have nothing better to do 🤠👊🏼

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“What do you mean no?”

The winter soldier stared at the billionaire, tony stark before him with the at most confused look on his face, while the question he just asked still in the air.

“What I meant to say was,,,,no...you can’t take y/n out tonight because she….uh….because she has a mission with uh,, STEVE..yeah”. Tony’s attempt at trying to cover up the real reason he accidentally said out loud, yelled, the word no to something that didn’t even concern him.

“First of all stark you can’t tell me where I can and can not take my girlfriend, second, I didn’t even ask you for permission I was just letting you know we won’t be around tonight and third, why no?” Bucky just continued to get more furious as the conversation went on. Why on earth would stark not want them to go out? Him and the rest of the team were the ones who got Bucky and y/n together six months ago in the first place? And tony doesn’t even like Bucky that much to begin with so why now does it matter?

“Point taken, but like I said she’s busy” tony tried to cover up the real deal that was going on.

Bucky was to say the least confused “why can’t y/n cancel or something, she never mentioned it sooner, and I’m sure Steve will understand we haven’t gone out together in a while and I just want some alone time with her, where is she anyway?”

“You haven’t seen her all day?”

“Uh no actually”

“Huh weird” tony scoffed for effect trying to shift the subject away from y/n

“So how was your day”

Bucky slowly turned toward tony to face him his eyebrow cocked up and his lip twisted into a frown.

“What’s going on?” He asked

“Nothing, why? Why- would you think something is up?”

Bucky eyed tony as his eyes turned to slits

“Because you never ask me how my day is..”

Normally tony wouldn’t give two damns about the soldier, and frankly he didn’t like to admit it but he liked seeing bucky so happy together with y/n.

“I was just asking-“

“Why did you change the subject? Why are you hiding something? I’m a spy stark I know when someone is lying?” Bucky protested against him.

With having nothing to come up with and tony not wanting to spoil y/n’s whole “it’s our anniversary so I want to surprise him, keep him away for the evening” thingy, tony yelled out the first thought that came to mind that would hopefully keep the winter soldier to shut up for a couple more hours and more importantly away from the surprise.

“FINE ya wanna know why you can’t go out or find y/n, because she wants to break up with you! Hey I said it! She was too scared to say anything so she told me to tell you but I didn’t wanna because you are my friend” Tony’s lies build up one on top of the other. For a smart guy he could be pretty dumb, and Bucky wasn’t buying it.

“Bullshit stark, it’s our anniversary and she knows it she’s probably hiding or som-“ Bucky tried to reason with him even though deep down a part of him believed it could be true what tony said.

“I’m not bluffing, ask anyone, look I’m sorry man.” tony tried to fire back with a sarcastic comment but for once he couldn’t think of one, as he looked at Bucky straight in the eyes moving closer to him he saw the sadness overcome the man, he reached out to put an arm on his shoulder only to have Bucky smack it away quicker than lighting.

“I just need to see y/n”

“I- i- don’t think that’s a very good idea” tony knew he overstepped the boundaries and made this shitshow even worse but what came next for some reason was something he couldn’t have expected.

“BECAUSE SHE LEFT ALREADY” tony than covered his mouth with a hand mumbling some things of what seemed to be curse words under his breath.

Bucky looked down at the ground and back at stark for a moment his face was filled with guilt. What did he do? This is his fault. He wasn’t enough for her and now she dropped everything and left him. He should’ve known.

Tony saw the scene happening right in front of him and he knew what Bucky was thinking, he knew he should have kept his mouth shut, of all the things he could’ve said it had to be, “ oh hey by the way your girlfriend left and dumped you hahahah sorry!”

Knowing that the first thing Bucky would wanna do was collapse on his shared room, well ex shared room with

y/n, tony immediately ran in the other direction and contacted Natasha who was with y/n in her room gett no the surprise for bunch ready.

Bucky was blanking, staring at the ground, his mind was rushing with a million thoughts a second, all the reason he thought of why she left and what he could have done to prevent this from happening flushed through his mind, before he knew it a tear was rolling down his cheek. His legs felt like jelly and needed to sit down, he needed to scream and yell and ask y/n so many questions. But all he did was walk to his room to hopefully sleep this off and to wake up fork this nightmare.

Knowing he is too late to go find her and thinking she probably moved on already from him, Bucky didn’t know what was worse the fact that he didn’t tell her how much he loved her before she left or that he didn’t know if he even did anymore after she did.

Y/n was shaking, stark had told her everything, part of her was scared that he left and the part of her was yelling at herself for this dumb idea. Why did she even try to do this? Now he things she left, and doesn’t love him, when by god all she wants to do is hold Bucky and tell him how much she loves him. Natasha was trying to calm y/n down, telling her the situation will get better and they still have a chance to make this right.

The original plan was make Bucky think y/n was off on a mission and for him to come upstairs and find her there with a surprise dinner on the tower roof, but obviously that didn’t work.

Now here y/n and the avengers were trying to fix what happened, Steve was reasonably trying to convince Bucky to go his room and rest and therefore Steve would pull the “im with you till the end of the line, hey how about we go talk about our feelings on the roof“ thing, but Bucky didn’t want to, knowing he’d see y/n stuff in their room and just get upset all over again.

But what Bucky didn't know was that y/n praying she could make this right.

Nat pitched the idea of just going down there and just telling Bucky what happened.

“But that’d ruin what you were working for and your plan?” Wanda tried to explain all the reason why they shouldn’t do that.

Y/n started to think of anyway she could try to get this to work, but all she could think of was the thought that Bucky hates her and never wants to see her again.

“I think at this point I could care less about this damn surprise, all I care about is Bucky right now and holding him, and telling him that I would never ever wanna be with someone other than him, I’d die for him and sacrifice so much for him and he doesn’t even know how much I love him yet, and now I’m never going to be able to tell him that because I fucking messed up the best thing I ever had”.

Y/n didn’t realize how much she went on until she was out of breathe she couldn’t feel her lungs, due to breathing so hard, Wanda and Natasha bother pulled there friend into a hug, for what seemed like ages they stood there in the cold night, the wind blowing through the silence until a voice broke it.

“You love me?” The question came from a voice y/n knew all to well, when she let go of her friends embrace she met eyes with none other than Bucky Barnes himself.

To his right was Steve and tony they somehow got Bucky up to the roof just in time, neither of them expecting to her such a heartfelt speech they were expecting y/n to just run to Bucky arms, and all would be forgiven, but everyone could tell this root was unplanned.

“Buck...I-“ y/n started but let out a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this would go this way, it was all in a whole plan, I was trying to make it seem like I was not gonna be here for the anniversary and now I ruined it all and I don’t know if you’ll even take me back, because you probably think I’m so stupid to even think this would work out and you probably don’t even wanna be with me-“

Bucky let out a sharp breath as he took y/n’s lips in his and grabbed her waist, while pulling her close, the cold breeze of the New York night was chilling and with a mix of a deep kiss gave y/n a shiver up her spine.

The couple than realized they actually have to let each other go in order to get some more oxygen, Bucky hazed into y/n eyes. The two forgot everyone else was up there watching the scene play out, in that moment it was only them two.

“Doll, I don’t ever wanna be with anyone else but you”

Bucky confessed and took y/n lips in his once more, embracing her.

Their lips cut off as they heard an awkward cough coming from behind Bucky as the source was tony.

“I don’t mean to break this up but,,, you guys aren’t breaking up right? You two are like a thing again?” Tony, and the other avengers up on the rooftop with the couple already knew the answer to that question but they knew they tony only asked that rhetorical question to break the silence, and also maybe to somewhat double check he wasn’t still in deep she about the situation.

“You aren’t off the hook stark” y/n called the avenger out.

“Damn it you two, come on I let you live here for free cut me some slack, you two wouldn’t be a thing if it weren’t for me” tony then turned around with a wave of his hand and left the rooftop, the fellow avengers followed.

All that was left was Bucky and y/n they sat at the edge of avengers tower, looking down at the view of the New York lights and the beautiful city. Embracing one each other in the slightly chilly night Bucky held y/n closely, neither of them ever wanting to let go.

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Surprise Party (Part 2) (Dadzawa)

The first half was too long so I’m splitting it up to make it more readable. Dw though, I’ve already started on the second act.

“Goooood morning, you listeners!” Mic grinned, beginning the class with a large flourish of his hands, “Are you ready for another great lesson with one of the best teachers in this school?!”

“Yes, Sir,” the class droned, their monotone tone making the pro frown for just a moment before he repeated himself.

“I can’t hear you! Where’s that excitement?”

The class repeated their affirmation once more, this time with feeling.

“Great! Now. Hopefully, you read-” his voice droned on and on, the students, for the most part, listening to what he had to say, though Sato was busy writing out recipes based off of coffee on his notepad, pretending to take notes during the lesson.

Momo looked at the clock, wondering just when it would be appropriate for them to visit the nurse. It shouldn’t be during any of their classes, as they should never put off their school work for anything. However, this was a special occasion that was right around the corner, and they needed to get the information by tomorrow.

“Hey, Mr. Yamada?” Sato called out, bringing Momo back to reality and away from her introspective thoughts, “Can I head to the nurse?”

“Didn’t I tell you kids, to call me by my hero name?” Mic tsked, placing a hand on his hip as he looked the kid up and down, “Why do you need to go to the nurse anyway?”

“Insulin.” Sato blurted, that being the first thing to come to mind. Besides, with all the sugar he eats for his quirk, it wasn’t too out of the ordinary to hear that someone like him needed a booster for his blood glucose intake.

“A-Ah, can I go as well, Mic sensei?” Momo then asked, standing this time to get a little more attention off of Sato and the questioning look Mic was giving him.

Mic seemed suspicious at the rest, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, “Let me guess, for ‘insulin’?”

“No...” Momo murmured, racking her brain for something that Mic wouldn’t dare question. Something that he’d just have to accept and at the very least, allow her to visit Recovery Girl. “It’s...you know...”

“?” A confused noise escaped him, the flustered look on his student’s face both making Mic equally concerned and suspicious.

“Female problems?”

“OH.” He deadpanned, heating a little as that certainly was an unexpected answer, Jirou coming to the rescue as she stood up as well.

“I really think you should let them both go Mic sensei, it’s very important.” She pushed, her eyes wide as she tried her best to convey in nonverbal terms to her teacher of the two student’s true intent.

That clicked in his mind, Mic coughing into his fist as he gestured at the door, “Alright, hurry up you too! Any missed instruction is on you two to make up, got it?”

The two nodded, giving a small bow to their instructor and thanking him before rushing out the door together and down the hall, hoping to catch Recovery Girl without anyone else in the nurse’s office.

Bakugou tsked at the sight, shaking his head as he continued taking his notes, a small mumble under his breath, “Amateurs.”

Heading down to the lower floors, Momo and Sato both stood in the elevator, breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m so sorry,” Momo cried, taking it a little too hard, “I’m not very good at lying. And to make such an inappropriate excuse as well-”

“Hey,” Sato smiled, giving her a clap on the back, “We did well. We got out of class and Jirou even helped. Just focus on the end goal. Alright?”

“Yes,” Momo breathed, taking in long deep breaths and releasing them just as slowly, her heartbeat slowing, “I’m calm. I can do this. We can do this. Let’s just try not to bump into anyone-.”

The doors to the elevator swung open, accompanied with a ding. In front of them stood Aizawa Shouta himself, seeming displeased to see his students out of class.

“What are you two doing here?” he asked, sliding into the elevator with his students and following their descent.

“We were headed to the nurse’s office,” Momo explained, shifting over in the elevator, so she was side by side with Sato who decided to let her do most of the talking.

“Hmm.” Eraser hummed, side-eyeing his two students before focusing his gaze straight ahead.

The two didn’t dare relax, in case their minute, small movements tipped off their teacher in some way. Though, in reality, Aizawa was far too tired to care about why they were headed to the nurse’s office just as long as they got whatever treatment they needed.

Once his level dinged, the man left without another word, the two let out a sigh of relief once the doors shut and the elevator continued to descend.

“That was too close,” Momo sighed, clutching her chest as Sato nodded in agreement. The two exiting the elevator and turning left and down the hall to go to the nurse’s office.

Upon entering, Recovery Girl sat alone at her desk, snacking on the very sweets she often offered to her patients. Hearing the door slide open brought her attention to the two class 1-A students who shuffled in, checking around for anyone else who could be lurking about.

“Now what are you two doing here? Last I remember, you children have English.” Recovery Girl mused, turning her office chair so she could let herself down. “And English isn’t a very dangerous subject matter.”

“We got permission from Mic sensei to come here,” Sato explained, hoping that Recovery Girl would be sympathetic to their cause, “We were hoping to talk to you about Aizawa’s birthday.”

“Oh? Am I invited to some special party?” She mused, using her large syringe looking cane to hobble over to the two children. “Are you two planning a little celebration for Shouta?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Momo nodded, giving the elderly lady a brilliant smile, “Our entire class is trying to put together a surprise party. We wanted to check if Aizawa was allergic to anything so we can keep his allergies in mind when preparing the cake and food.”

Recovery Girl nodded, understanding just why the two was here now, “I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

Well, darn it.

“However,” she started, “Even if I can’t just give you his medical files or tell you about the specific allergies he could have. I can assure you that he can eat just about anything you children choose to make.”

“So he’s not allergic to anything?” Momo pressed, wanting more clarification just in case they were misunderstanding what she just told them.

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to confirm or deny that sweetie. The man deserves the privacy given to your medical files as well as Sato’s. But I don’t think you need to worry too much.”

So it was a yes. Just in the most indirect way possible.

“Thank you, ma’am. Hopefully, you can make it to the celebration next week.”

Recovery Girl smiled at the thought, not really being the type to party anymore with her old age and frail body holding her back. But for the sake of a coworker and these sweet children? Why not? “Of course dear, I just need to make sure that the office is all locked up after school.”

“Oh, but you’ve gotta keep it a secret,” Sato reminded, pressing a small finger to his lips to accentuate his point. “We don’t want to let Aizawa know.”

To that, the elderly lady nodded, using the butt of her syringe cane to begin pushing the two out of the room, “Alright, alright. Your little secret is safe with me. Just head back to class now, you don’t want to miss out on instruction.”

And before the two could thank the elderly lady for her cooperation, the door shut behind them, and the nurse was back to her paperwork and sweets.

“Well, that’s that.” Momo laughed, relieved that everything was going according to plan as the two headed towards the elevator side by side.

Sato nodded, already thinking up of possible recipes that he could put together. Like a black cherry forest cake. Or perhaps his teacher would like something coffee based? Maybe he could even skip the cake and make cupcakes instead, with a multitude of flavors so everyone could find what they like!

“Um...Sato?” Momo started, still keeping in mind why the two were paired up in the first place. “We’re friends, right?”

“Uh,” Rikido drawled, trying to figure out where this was going. Jeez, girls were kinda complicated, weren’t they? “Why do you ask?”

The door opened, allowing both to slide into the elevator together and ascend to their floor.

“We were paired up by Iida because this also serves as a team building exercise, remember?” Momo explained, her eyes a little distant as her heart and mind conversed with one another.

“Yeah, I guess we don’t talk too much outside of class.” the larger student replied, leaning against the elevator as his leg bounced against the flooring.

“Well,” Momo began, turning to face her partner before giving him a small bow, “I know this might be overstepping things, but I really do view you as a friend Sato. I want to believe that I can be friends and am friends with almost everyone in our class.”

“Almost?” Sato questioned, taken aback by her brutal honesty and enthusiasm.

“I...I’m afraid to say that I can not condone nor stand Mineta’s commentary.” She shyly explained, knowing that while the child himself was crude on the outside, it wasn’t right for her to judge him by his perverse outer shell.

That got Sato laughing, the pro-hero-in-training clutching his stomach to as he recovered from his fit of laughter, which incidentally got Momo giggling too.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, “Mineta isn’t really popular with any of the girls in class anyway. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Momo, who had covered her mouth during her little fit of giggles pulled it back to her side. The silence between them no longer stagnant and professional, but a welcoming one that held merriment in the air. “Perhaps after this, we could work together to prepare something for everyone? I have the finest tea and sweets being imported soon, and I would be honored if you could bake something for everyone!”

“That’s a really sweet idea,” Sato grinned, meaning every word in his corny pun, “Count me in, you did owe me a tea party anyway- after the dorm competition~.”

“Oh! I’d nearly forgotten,” Momo exclaimed, eyes widening as she recalled having wanted more chiffon cake during one of her tea parties with the girls. The doors swinging open just in time as the two exited together and returned to the classroom just in time for Mic to begin wrapping up his lesson.

Lunchtime marked the perfect time for Midoriya and Ojirou to get into action, needing to locate Shinsou first before anything could be discussed.

Midoriya and Ojirou walked past tables and tables of students, Midoirya taking the left side of the cafeteria while Ojirou took the right- both students scanning the crowd as they walked from one end of the cafeteria to the other.

“Hey! Class 1-A!” A shrill voice called at them, both of the boys being cool-headed enough to ignore Monoma’s heckling as they walked past the class 1-B table just in time to hear the sharp smack of Kendo’s fist.

“Hmm, here’s not here...” Midoriya muttered, sampling a bit of his katsudon as they came at a halt at the end of the cafeteria, hugging against the wall to allow other students to pass.

“Welp, guess we can’t ask him for anything,” Ojirou shrugged, ready to head off and sit down to his usual friend group, but the green-haired boy tugged the sleeve of his classmate’s gi.

“I know you might still resent Shinsou for controlling your body during the sports festival,” Deku murmured, knowing it best to keep his voice low and soft when talking about such delicate matters, “but we’re doing this for Mr. Aizawa. Just keep that in mind, okay?”

The blonde didn’t say a word, the base of his tail lowering itself, signaling his soured mood while the rest was still slung over his shoulder for storage and hazard safety. A change that would be unnoticed by the untrained eye, but not from one as observant as Izuku.

“Well,” Izuku started, running through the facts in his head, “I know for a fact that Mr. Aizawa trails Shinsou all the time. So he’s probably training now right?”

“Would Aizawa even pull Shinsou from lunch for training?” Ojirou asked, the two then shared a brief look before shaking their heads in unison.

Of course, he would.

“Let’s go to the nearest training room then,” Midoriya suggested, heading out a pair of double doors along the wall that let students back into the hallways as Ojirou followed, eating his lunch as carefully as he could.

The two exited the main building and followed a pathway that leads them to the only training room that had one of the doors held ajar, possibly to indicate to Shinsou that his mentor was waiting for him.

The two carefully opened the door, Ojirou using his tail to allow for both of them to enter without sacrificing their lunch trays before carefully closing it and moving into the large open area of the gym.

Sat on the edge of the gym and against the far side of the wall was Shinsou, eating his lunch while Aizawa rested in a yellow sleeping bag beside him, obviously still awake by the occasional nods he would give to his student who made conversation with him.

Also in the sleeping bag was Eri, who only allowed her head to poke out as she napped, probably haven eaten her food earlier than the rest of the students at UA. The sight itself of a father, daughter, and almost-adopted son bringing a smile to Midoriya’s face.

Ojirou was now was Izuku’s side, giving the shorter boy a nod to let Deku take the lead in this one. Midoriya exchanging the nod as he reached out and knocked against the side of the wall, Aizawa creaking one eyelid open while Shinsou looked over with slight confusion and shock. Interruptions during training were few and far in between with Eri consisting of most of them after all.

“Uh, Mr. Aizawa?” Deku asked, raising his voice so the two could hear him from the distance they were at, “We need to talk to Shinsou for a second.”

“Do it here,” Aizawa grunted, not too suspicious about the two suddenly appearing as he knew full well of the relationship between Shinsou and Ojirou. If Midoriya wanted to play mediator, then go ahead.

“In private, sir,” Ojirou clarified, steely-eyed as his dark black eyes locked onto Shinsou’s rather dead looking ones. “I think I need to speak to him alone.”

Aizawa sighed, knowing that this would mean more work from him, unzipping his sleeping back before cradling Eri in his arms and moving past his two students and towards the exit, “Make it fast, he’ll be training after he’s done with his food.”

“Yes, sir!” Midoriya and Mashirao both called out, straightening their posture and bowing at their teacher in thanks as he passed by before allowing their forms to relax.

“Am I in trouble?” Shinsou mused, a small smile on his face as the two boys approached him, the purple-haired boy making no move to sit up.

“No no no no!” Midoriya stammered, clearly not wanting anything to escalate, especially if the two needed Shinsou’s help with the party. “We just needed to ask you for something, that’s all!”

“Huh?” Shinsou deadpanned, clearly not understanding what the heck Deku was getting at, “And what do you two want?”

“Advice, maybe even a helping hand,” Midoriya began, sliding down against the wall, so he sat next to the purple-haired boy, Ojirou hesitating for a moment before sliding against the wall on the other side of Shinsou.

“That doesn’t give me anything to work with,” Shinsou sighed, taking another mouthful of his lunch, his attention returned to his meal since he figured the two would elaborate their request eventually.

“Aizawa’s birthday is coming up soon,” Ojirou started, drumming his fingers against his tray as he ate his meal, “And we’re throwing him a surprise party.”

“We need as much insight into him as we can,” Midoriya explained, gesturing over to the door, where Aizawa was probably hanging outside, “So...?”

“He’s professional,” Shinsou shrugged, rubbing his eyes as he bit back a small yawn, “He’s not the one for small talk when we train.”

“Well, anything at this point could help,” Deku offered, hoping that Shinsou was able to pick up on anything from his mentor during their time training together.

He paused for a moment, closing his eyes before speaking, “He does like cats. He feeds the strays with Eri...and sometimes, me.”

That earned a smile from the two boys that flanked him, finding the fact to be pretty humanizing for both their instructor and Shinsou Hitoshi.

Ojirou coughed into his hand, avoid Shinsou’s gaze as he asked, “Anything else?”

Shinsou’s smile turned a bit sad, knowing full well that if Ojirou were to look him in the eyes, all he’d see are all his classmates in middle school again. The fear, distrust, whatever one would call it.

“He’s always drinking the same fruit or protein pouch when I eat my lunch. Doesn’t seem to care for making his lunch,” Shinsou offered, taking another bite from his lunch, “He told me that it’s best to keep things efficient, both in and out of the field.”

Deku hummed, keeping a mental note of all the information they were collecting on their teacher, Ojirou happy to let him take the lead so he could eat.

Shinsou prattled on for a bit about his mentor and Eri, the little one a gateway into Aizawa’s life if the pair were to interview anyone next.

Once he finished giving the two all the information he had, the purple-haired boy relaxed, eyes drifting up towards the ceiling as he let out a slow breath. “So, is this all for a present you guys are putting together?”

“A surprise party, actually,” Midoriya clarified, sparing a small glance at the door just to check if Aizawa was anywhere near it.

“Surprise party, huh?” Shinsou repeated, more to himself than anything. Ignoring the nod that he got from Deku, the general studies student. “Beats my plan.”

That got Deku’s attention, the student becoming visibly excited as any ideas were great ones, “What pl-”

Ojirou watched with shock as Deku stopped mid-sentence, halting his movements as his eyes dulled under the influence of Shinsou’s quirk.

The blonde bit his tongue to not say a word, ready to wack his classmate and friend over the head so he could shake out of Shinsou’s grip, but the stoic boy raised a hand to stop him, not bothering to look at Ojirou as he continued, eyes locking onto Midoriya’s.

“You still trust me, it’s a little endearing, if anything,” he admitted, flashing Deku a small, sly grin just as he released his quirk’s hold onto the green-haired wonder who blinked and blinked again. “I lied. Wasn’t planning on getting Mr. Aizawa anything, he doesn’t really seem the type to like anything fanciful though. So if you guys are planning some gifts, keep it in mind.”

Midoriya, being used to the casual use of Shinsou’s quirk on his bodice, brushed it off before nodding, “Alright, thanks a lot Shinsou, every bit of information helps! You could have given me a small warning though, about the quirk use I mean.”

“Where’s the fun in that,” Hitoshi rhetorically asked, moving to stand as well, his lunch finished along with the two others in the room.

“See you at the party?” Midoriya asked over his shoulder, already leading the way out of the gym, Ojirou behind him. Both in a hurry to not keep their teacher waiting too long.

“We’ll see,” Hitoshi replied, deciding to put his capture weapon to some use as he threw it, watching it wrap around Ojirou’s torso before pulling him back.

The two boys stopped, Ojirou turning around to say something before stopping himself just in time to remember who they were dealing with.

“You can continue moving on, Deku,” Shinsou reassured, his close proximity allowing him to lightly brush off Ojirou’s shoulder, as if to apologize for any rough treatment, hands moving to undo the bindings around Ojirou’s body. “We just need another minute.”

Complying with his wishes, Midoriya just shot Ojirou a thumbs up and a nervous, reassuring smile before fleeing out the door and past a resting Aizawa who sat under the shade provided by the building, his daughter in his arms.

“So,” Shinsou started, hoping to make some sort of light conversation, “Ojirou, was it? Mashirao Ojirou.”

Silence.

“I see you don’t trust me, is it because of the trick I played with Midoriya?”

Silence once more.

“Alright,” Shinsou sighed, placing his hands up in mock surrender, “I swear I won’t use my quirk on you. Just...answer me this one question.”

That caught Ojirou’s attention, his tail falling from his shoulder and flattening away from his body.

“You still resent me for the sports festival?”

Ojirou’s form deflated a little, figuring that it was a little too obvious, with how he behaved around Shinsou and the whole “dropping out of the competition” thing. “Yes, but no.”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow but remained silent, letting Ojirou speak for himself if he wanted to, or simply leave.

“I...I understand why you did what you did.” Ojirou sighed, finally making eye contact with Shinsou for the first time. “You did your best to get as far as you could on your own. To prove yourself.”

“Only way to get into the hero program.”

“For general study students,” Ojirou agreed, nodding his head as he crossed his arms across his chest, leaning his weight onto one leg, “I didn’t earn that ranking. Everyone else in the class with all their flashy quirks worked hard to get to where they were that day. Everyone but me.”

Shinsou furrowed his brow, both understanding why Ojirou felt that way, but not why this had anything to do with him.

“Compared to everyone else, I’m...normal. My quirk can only take me so far, and it’s much less versatile then Bakugou’s quirk or Todoroki’s quirk. It’s so much less versatile than your quirk.”

That definitely caught Shinsou’s attention, eyes widening as he straightened his posture. This definitely wasn’t going anywhere he was expecting.

“There’s only so much room in the hero program- you even said it yourself. And I’ve failed once-”

“Hey,” Shinsou cut off, racking his head for the right words to say, not to manipulate a response, but the words to reassure some stranger he barely knows. “I’m not going to replace you. Your own teacher isn’t mentoring me to do anything like that. Besides, even if I did use you during the sports festival. Your dignity speaks for itself.”

Ojirou smiled, feeling a bit more secure about himself, oddly enough. Though the small irrational fear that he just isn’t enough for the hero program still lingered.

“Everything alright between us?” Shinsou asked, wanting to make sure he knew where the two stood before he let Ojirou catch up with his friend.

“We’ve cleared the air, but we aren’t friends.”

“...”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re a very nice person,” Ojirou reassured, shooting a soft smile at Shinsou to exemplify his point further, “But we still don’t know each other too well..”

“Fair,” Shinsou nodded, giving the blonde a small pat on the shoulder, “Let’s check in again once I join the hero program and beat you in training, deal?”

That earned a laugh from Ojirou, the tension in the air now gone as the two accepted each other as friendly rivals, Ojirou offering a hand that Shinsou took without a second thought.

“Deal.”

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