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sassycheesecake · 2 days

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"Hello everyone, I’m going ta do a -" The young Miya chef starts to speak into a video camera, his black shirt carrying his restaurant logo over his right pec muscle. His black messy hair looks like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago, which he secretly did because Atsumu has shown up at seven in the goddamn morning to remind Osamu of the bet that the younger twin has lost only a month ago.

The Miya twins challenged each other to do the Chubby Bunny challenge and when Osamu was about to win, you came running into the living room in just a towel because you saw a cockroach on the bathroom wall and didn't know that Atsumu came over while you were in the shower. The chef almost choked on the marshmallows when he saw you in a single towel, causing Atsumu to shriek in victory with his mouth full of marshmallows as well. In the end, you had to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on both of them.

Since it’s off-season for the professional volleyball player, he has nothing better to do than bother his younger brother and Osamu‘s pretty partner on a regular Saturday morning.

"You’re not even going to introduce yourself?" You interrupt him with a little laugh behind the counter with the video camera, where you are seated next to Atsumu so you can film your boyfriend.

"I’m Osamu Miya and today-" The ravenette starts again.

"Ya forgot ta mention the great Atsumu Miya's twin brother-" Atsumu adds cheekily, interrupting him yet again.

Osamu can’t stop the highly aggravated sigh escaping from him, and he sends his brother a death glare behind the camera.

“ANYWAY- I am going ta show ya’ll how ta make a simple deep fired shrimp onigiri. Joinin' me today is my beautiful assistant an' partner-in-crime, (Y/N)." The grey-eyed twin looks behind the camera where you are seated.

You look up with a surprised face, clearly not expecting to be helping your boyfriend.

Scooching off the bar stool in front of the counter, you hop down and make your way with slow steps to Osamu who watches you with adoration and fondness in his gray eyes.

"What’s the first step?" You ask excited, almost hopping up and down like an excited puppy.

Osamu gives you one of his rare breathtaking smiles, feeling his heart speed up by the happiness on your face.

"Well first, we need ta make sure we got all the ingredients for makin' this." The black-haired chef explains while the camera zooms out a bit and the viewer is able to see the laid out ingredients for making the dish.

Osamu points to each ingredient, explaining what it is, what you need it for and how much you need of it.

"Looks like we got everythin'. Ya ready?" Osamu leans on the counter as he watches you with a grin.

"Yes, chef." You giggle and roll up your sleeves on your hoodie.

You can hear Atsumu gag behind the camera as he hears your flirting.

"Alright. First, yer gonna crack an egg in a bowl an' whisk it, afterwards yer gonna add the flour an' the cold water. Mix all together. Add some spices so it’s not completely flavorless. Ya followin' so far?" Osamu raises his dark eyebrow as he asks you.

You do as he says, nodding in confirmation.

"Good. Now yer gonna put that off ta the side an' grab the other bowl with the flour innit an' put the shrimp in there."

Grabbing the already peeled shrimp out of the fridge, you dump them in the flour and mix it together, making sure that there are no bare parts left on the shrimp.

"Now what?"

"Now yer gonna dip the shrimp in da batter, hold it by its tail and then dunk it a few times in there. I already prepared da fryin' oil pot but I don’t wantcha ta hurt yerself so please let me do the fryin'." Osamu looks at you with his stunning ash-grey eyes and every time he looks at you with those eyes, it makes you weak in the knees, so all you do is stare at him with big eyes and nod your head.

The chef chuckles at your reaction and those chuckles send shivers down your spine.

"(Y/N), yer startin' ta drool over mah brother. Try ta tame yer thoughts please, I can hear them from here." Atsumu teases you with a mischievous grin.

Feeling your face heat up a thousand degrees, you watch as your boyfriend skillfully puts the shrimp in the frying pot, turning them over occasionally because taking them out to put them on a drying tray.

"Leave mah girl outta this. She just knows that I am a lot hotter than you." Osamu explains as he finishes the last bit of frying the shrimp.

"Yannow, if I'd known ya would be disgustin' like this, I would have stayed at home." Atsumu scrunches up his face.

"Door's right over there." Osamu mentions his head towards his front door, clearly not bothered and more than happy to have some alone time with you.

Atsumu pouts and slumps over the counter.

"(Y/N) do something. Yer ass of a boyfriend wants to kick me out." The Setter looks at you for help, giving you those brown puppy eyes.

Curse twins and their equally good looks.

"We still need Atsumu for making the video. And he can clean up afterwards since we are both cooking." You grin up at the younger twin.

"I ain’t cleanin' shit."

"He’s not gettin' anywhere near my damn kitchen."

The twins say in sync.

You laugh at their words, setting the already cooked sticky rice on the counter next to the shrimp, along with the seaweed strips, salt, water and boiled sauce for dipping the cooked shrimp in, before putting it into the rice onigiri.

The restaurant owner shows you how it’s done step by step, being slow with his movements, so you know how it’s done.

During the trying to copy his movements, the blonde excused himself to use the restroom and Osamu uses the chance to get closer to you.

He stands behind you, putting his giant hand over yours to help you shape the onigiri. He does it on a daily basis and you’re so happy that you are his and he is yours only.

"Try doin' it yerself." The dark-haired man whispers in your ear, sending shivers all over your body and getting goosebumps by his dark voice.

You feel his strong heartbeat against your back and your breathing picks up a bit. Leaning his head next to yours on your shoulder, you feel his smile against your cheek as he watches you try to shape the next onigiri by yourself.

Holding the somewhat triangular-shaped onigiri (it’s more heart shaped actually), you present it to him with an unsure look.

All of sudden, Osamu took a large bite out of it, getting some rice on his lips, shocking you a little bit even though you should have seen this coming, this is Osamu Miya after all.

Humming in bliss, your lover swallows the food before giving you a flirtatious look, turning you around so you’re standing face-to-face.

"Compliments to the chef."

Smiling in delight, the ravenette places a smooth and loving kiss onto your lips, pulling you closer to his body.

You forget the world around you, it’s just you and Osamu. And nothing else matters.

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morgana-larkin · 1 day

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Prompt where r is a sub in Abbott who's head over heels for Melissa. She doesn't have the nerve to admit it let alone talk to Mel without being a stuttering and flustered mess. Barb noticed it as well as the other teachers but they leave the sub for the silly crush she's harboring with the redhead thinking it's cute to see such thing like that in the school . Yet Ava, who's like have eyes everywhere teases her about it. Melissa on the other hand is clueless and joined the teasing one day not knowing it was actually about her and the sub, who became absolutely embarrassed at that point and left the break room quickly. All eyes are on Melissa, Barb + crew was like questioning her if she means the teasing or she was just blind and clueless.

So this fic got way out of hand, I thought it was gonna be a cute 2k word one then I look when I’m finished and there’s 4.5k words. Whoops. I really thought this prompt was funny and cute and hope I did it justice. I’m sorry it sat for like 2 weeks while I did all the other fics but I finally got to it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m getting to all your prompts! If you wrote one then I will write a fic for it. I don’t delete them so don’t worry, it’s coming! I also didn’t expect to name it with the one I went with to describe it but oh well

Clueless Teasing

Warnings: Smut, I think one swear word and a shit ton of fluff

Words: 4.5k

You walk in through the doors of Abbott Elementary. It’s your first day as a substitute teacher at this school and you were beyond excited. They told you they’ll need you until the end of the school year which is in 6 months and they told you you’re filling in for Janine Teagues.

You walk into the office to get your temporary badge and classroom key. As you walk out you run into someone causing you to drop both things and the other person dropping a folder. You immediately bend down to pick up your things and the folder for the other person and stand back.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going-” whatever you were going to say next was cut off when you looked at the person and got distracted by her. Luckily for you, where you finished seemed like the end of your sentence and the woman smiled as she grabbed the folder from you.

“It’s alright hon, happens to the best of us.” She says and looks at your badge. “New teacher?” She asks.

“No no, um new sub. Filing in for a teacher called Janine Teagues.” You tell her and smiles.

“Did you happen to be shown where her classroom is?” She asks and you mentally facepalm.

“Um no, I- I didn’t.” You tell her.

“That’s alright, if you want I just have to drop this off and I can show you. The classroom is across from mine. I teach second grade as well.” She tells you and you smile.

“I would love that, thank you so much…” you say and try to read her badge but got distracted by her chest.

“Schemmenti.” She says and you look back up. “Melissa Schemmenti.” She tells you and you blink, of course she has a beautiful name, fits her beautiful face.

“That’s a lovely name.” You tell her and she sticks her hand out to shake. “I’m-I’m…” you start to introduce herself but short circuited when you shook her hand, it feels so soft.

“You’re…?” She asks and pulls her hand back.

“Oh right my name is Y/n Y/l/n.” You tell her and she smiles.

“That’s a lovely name too. I’ll just go drop these off and then I’ll show you the classroom. I’ll be right back.” She tells you and you nod. She goes into the office and 10 seconds later someone comes up to you.

“Hi, are you a new teacher?” He asks you.

“New sub.” You tell him.

“Oh amazing! I’m Jacob Hill.” He says and brings out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/n y/l/n.” You tell him. “I’m subbing for Janine Teagues.”

“Oh cool, I was good friends with her. She’s a temp at the district right now.” He tells you and you nod. Just then Melissa comes out and sees Jacob there.

“Jacob, are you trying to scare the newbie away? I thought that was more Janine’s thing.” She tells him.

“Well someone has to fill in for her.” He jokes back and she snorts.

“Come on kid, I’ll show you to her classroom.” She tells you and you wave goodbye to Jacob.

You walk down the hall with her and can’t help but feel mesmerised by her.

“So how long are you subbing for?” She asks you and you shake yourself out of your trance.

“Um um 6 months.” You tell her, cringing as you forgot how to speak for a second.

“Are you ok? You seem nervous.” She asks you.

“Ya I’m fine, a little nervous. New place and people.” You tell her and she nods.

“Understandable.” She says and then she stops. “So this is the classroom.” She says and nods her head to the side to the room. She then turns slightly and points to a class down the hall. “And that’s where mine is. Have any questions just feel free to ask. And another teacher, Gregory Eddie, his classroom is just right here.” Melissa points to the classroom just right next to yours. “Him and Janine are close so he can answer questions too.” She tells you and you nod.

“Thank you so much Ms Schemmenti.” You tell her and she waves you off.

“Oh please, call me Melissa. I normally don’t let newbies call me by my first name but you seem ok.” She tells you and you blush.

The morning goes by quickly and before you know it, it’s lunch time. You get the kids lined up and you begin to walk out and to the cafeteria when you have no idea where it is. You were about to ask the kids when Melissa walks by with her class and sees you don’t know where to go.

“Hey newbie, just follow me.” She tells you with a wink and you blush again.

“Thanks Melissa.” You tell her and you follow her to the cafeteria. You both drop off your classes and then she goes to walk out.

“Did you bring a lunch today newbie?” She asks you and you nod.

“It’s in the classroom.” You tell her and she nods.

“How about you bring it to the break room and come meet some more teachers?” She says and you nod.

“Ok, although I have no idea where it is.” You tell her and she giggles.

“I’ll bring you there, let’s go get your lunch.” She tells you and starts walking to your classroom and you sprint after her. For someone wearing heels, she’s sure fast.

She brings you to the break room and you see Jacob there with Gregory. You met both of them briefly today. You see a few other teachers chatting in a corner. You see another teacher at a table that Melissa goes to sit with.

You go to sit at an empty table but then Melissa stops you. “Newbie, come sit with us.” She tells you and you blush then sit down in the empty chair at her table. “This is Barb, she teaches Kindergarten.” She introduces her friend to you.

“Hi Barb, nice to meet you. I’m y/n y/l/n. I’m subbing for Janine Teagues.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Nice to meet you dear. I see Melissa has taken an interest in you.” She tells you and you blush.

“Oh I’m just lost so she’s been nice to me and showing me around.” You tell her.

“Ya like I said, she’s taken an interest in you, she doesn’t do that for anyone.” Barb tells her and Melissa rolls her eyes.

“You’re making me seem like a bad person.” Melissa complains and Barb chuckles.

“Not bad, just antisocial.” Barb responds.

“Well whatever it is, I just really appreciate your help. And if there’s any way to thank you then let me know.” You tell her and she smiles at you. That smile will be the death of you, you just know it.

Over the next month, you’ve been fitting in well and getting to know around the school, and the students seem to like you. You have Melissa to thank for the support and guidance. Your crush for Melissa has just grown more and more as she does seem to take a liking to you. You think that your crush has grown more into love though and you’re not sure how to act around her most of the time, or what to say. Most of the time when you talk to her, all that comes out is something that makes you seem like you have a loose circuit or wire, and you sometimes don’t understand what you say.

One day was really bad though as Melissa accidentally got pushed in a busy hallway and got pushed into you against a wall. You looked at each other and your lips were centimetres away from each other, if she didn’t pull away then you might have kissed her right then and there.

“Sorry kid, busy hallway.” She said as she pulled back. “Kids don’t watch where they’re going most of the time.” She told you.

“Oh.” You squeaked out and you clear your throat. “Oh, it’s alright, um ya. It’s alright.” You tell her and she looks at you confused and you want to bolt out of there but you can’t with all the kids in the way so you just start walking.

All the other teachers seemed to notice how you act around Melissa and they know it’s a crush. They don’t say anything though, since it’s none of their business and having fun watching you try to keep it together. The only one who doesn’t know is Melissa, and you want to keep it that way. But of course Ava happened.

Ava has been watching you on her cameras for awhile now ever since the incident in the hallway that happened during your second week here. She’s having fun watching you try to be a human being around Melissa and failing. After 6 weeks of watching this, she decides to do something about it,

So one day you were all in the break room while Janine was visiting everyone again, she seems to pop in once a week, she’s met you and seems to like you as well. Anyway, Ava comes waltzing in like she always does and looks at you with mischief in her eyes.

“So y/n.” She starts and you look at her confused as she walks to the coffee machine. “I know who you have a crush on.” She teases you and your cheeks go red. Melissa looks at Ava then at you.

“Do you have a crush on a girl y/n?” She asks you and you don’t answer, you just take a sip of your coffee.

“Oh she sure does. And she seems to not know how to act around her. Stuttering and becoming flustered, trying to be a human being and failing, miserably.” Ava continues on and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. And worst of all it seems Melissa is finding this amusing, as she begins laughing at what Ava is saying.

“Oh, I would like to see you around this girl, see you apparently fail at being a human being.” Melissa teases you. Your cheeks go red and you get so embarrassed that you sprint out of the break room and to your classroom.

Once you get to your classroom you close and lock the door and then just sit in your chair and sulk.

Back in the break room everyone looks at Melissa. “What?” Melissa says as she notices everyone staring at her.

“Why were you teasing her about her crush?” Jacob asks her.

“Because it sounded funny.” Melissa says like it’s obvious.

“Do you even know who her crush is?” Barb asks and Melissa shakes her head.

“No, she hasn’t told me, why? Has she told you guys?”

“She doesn’t need to tell us when it’s obvious.” Janine says and Melissa looks at everyone and she’s lost in what everyone else seems to know.

“Girl, how blind are you? You seem completely clueless to what’s really obvious.” Ava states and Melissa frowns.

“Ya like even though I’m not always good at reading people, it’s obvious to me as well.” Gregory says and Melissa looks at all of them confused.

“So it’s a teacher then?” She starts and they all nod.

“And someone you know extremely well too.” Barb says and Melissa is taken aback by this.

“But everyone I know well is in this room, and y/n is only interested in women.” Melissa says and everyone looks at her to see if she’ll figure it out. Melissa still looks completely lost, like something isn’t clicking like it has for everyone else.

“This is getting hard to watch.” Ava says and she almost blurts it out right there.

“Melissa dear, you know y/n, she’s told you what type of women she’s interested in. I know she has because I was there when she has.” Barb says and Melissa thinks about it.

“Well ya, she says she likes older redhe-” and that realisation stops her dead in her tracks. “I’m an older redhead.” She says and everyone smirks. “And I’m in this room.” She says and puts it all together and thinks about all your interactions. “OH FUCK.” She says and runs out of the room to go searching for you.

“Honestly if she didn’t figure it out right there then I would have just told her.” Ava says and everyone glares at her. “What? I didn’t though.” She says and Barb shakes her head at her.

Melissa walks down the hallway and decides to look at your classroom first and sees the closed door. She goes to open it and sees that it’s locked so she knocks on it.

“Y/n? It’s Melissa, are you in there hon?” She asks and doesn’t hear anything. She asks again but is still met with silence so she assumes you’re not in there and goes to check other places.

In your classroom you heard her both times but chose to stay quiet, you just want to be left alone right now.

Melissa is getting worried, she’s checked everywhere you could be but can’t find you, she texts you again but no reply.

Melissa: Hey hon, I wanted to talk to you about something, where are you?

Melissa: I wanted to apologise for what happened in the break room.

Melissa: I’m trying to find you but don’t know where you are?

Melissa: Hon, I’m getting worried, can you reply back to me please?

Melissa: Can you at least tell me that you’re ok?

Melissa decides to just go to her classroom and talk to you at the end of the day. When the bell rings she sees your door wide open and you welcoming back your students from lunch. She sighs as she thinks about what everyone told her at lunch and looks at you longingly. Barb and Gregory see her look at you and they shake their heads.

Melissa’s heart breaks a little, you have a crush on her and she never notices any of the signs, and she teased you about it to the point that you got embarrassed and left. She’s thought about her feelings for you many times, she remembers you telling her your type but she didn’t have any feelings for you at that point and didn’t think much about it. How long have you had feelings for her? Cause she hasn’t seen you act very differently from the first time you’ve met. And that’s when it clicks, you’ve been interested in her since the start and she mentally facepalms.

At the end of the day, Melissa says goodbye to all her students as they’re getting picked up or walking to their school bus. When her last student leaves she sees you locking your door to leave. So she runs in to grab her things, locks her door and bolts to you. She makes it to the parking lot and sees you pulling out and she sighs.

The next day, you come in and when you get to your classroom you see it’s already open and Melissa is spinning a little in your chair.

“Hey hon.” She says casually and you freeze.

“Um h-hi Melissa.” You say and she smiles. She motions for you to come closer and you close your door and walk to your desk as she stands up. You sit down at the chair and Melissa is sitting on your desk. Feet dangling on both sides of you when you sit in the chair.

“I wanted to apologise for what happened in the break room yesterday. Ava and I shouldn’t have teased you.” She starts and you sigh. You didn’t really want to be talking about this, you just wanted to forget about it, finish out your 4 months and then hope to get placed somewhere else.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Just forget it happened.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you. You get up to go and get something at the other end of your classroom but Melissa straightens her legs out and puts them up, effectively trapping you. “Uh, Melissa, do you mind? I need to go get something.” You tell her but she doesn’t move.

“When were you going to tell me you have a crush on me?” She asks and your face pales.

“What?” You ask, very nervous now.

“When were you going to tell me you have a crush on me?” She repeats and you don’t say anything. “Were you ever going to tell me?” She asks and you shake your head. “So you were just going to finish up your 4 months and what? Just leave?” She asks and her voice breaks a bit at the end. You nod your head in response to her question and she sighs. “Why weren’t you going to tell me?”

“Because everyone I’ve ever had a crush on never likes me back so now I just keep quiet instead of making a fool out of myself.” You tell her and she puts her feet down. You go to move but she grabs your arm and pulls you to her.

“Oh hon, that’s no way to be. I mean if you never told me and just left then you would have never known that I like you back.” She says and you short circuit.

“Like me back?” You question and she nods.

“Ya, I like you as well you goof.” She says with a smile. You still look at her confused and she rolls her eyes. She then pulls you closer to her and kisses you. Your brain catches up with what’s going on after a second and then you kiss her back. Melissa lets go of your arms and you move a hand up to grab her hair while she puts her hands on your hips. You both pull back for air and you stare at each other.

“How did you find out?” You ask her and she blushes a bit.

“After you left yesterday, everyone sort of helped me figure it out. They all knew except me, go figure that out.” She jokes and you giggle.

“Ya I thought you were the smart one of the group.” You tease her and she huffs at you.

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” She says and you nod. She smiles then just pulls you back and kisses you again. You move your hands from her hair to her cheeks, then to her arms, then back up to her hair. Just trying to touch everywhere you could. While Melissa sneaks a touch and finds the skin under your shirt and places her hands there. You don’t seem to mind so she risks it and keeps trailing her hands up to the front of your chest and you still don’t stop her, even when she’s about to cup your breasts through your bra. You realise that you want her to touch you, you want her to unclip your bra and make you moan and you don’t want to stop. Melissa puts her hands on your bra and squeezes a bit and you moan. You still don’t stop the kiss and she moves her hands to your back to your bra clip and she undos it. She sees that you still don’t stop her so she moves her hands back and puts her hands underneath your bra, right on your breasts and she starts playing with them. You gasp this time and Melissa takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and taste you. Melissa wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer to her.

You both pull away to breathe and you see how blown her pupils are and see the lust written all over her face. Her brain remembers where you both are for a second and she leans in to you. “If you want to do this now then I suggest you lock the door.” She says huskily in your ear and you shiver a bit. You then register what she says and you run to lock your door as she closes a few of your curtains. Just the ones where someone would be able to see you both.

You walk towards her as she’s leaning against the window sill, all sexy like you think and you smile. Once you reach her, she puts her hands on your hips and spins you around so that you’re against the window sill. She likes to take charge, you think, and you smile at that. You’ll let her take charge of you whenever she wants. You put your hands under her shirt and bring them up and to her back to unclip her bra and she lets you. You then snake them around to the front and you slide them under and feel her big full breasts and you moan and she pulls back. “You like my breasts hon?” She asks with a smile and you nod. She then takes her shirt and bra off for you to look at her chest without clothing in the way and your eyes widen. She then goes to take your shirt and bra off and you let her. She looks at your chest and she smiles. “So beautiful.” She says and you blush. She goes and sucks on your neck while you keep your hands on her breasts. You want to keep your hands on her breasts, I mean it’s not like you’ve been staring at them for 2 months with all her low cut shirts she likes to wear.

She moves from your neck to your nipples and you moan and this time you have to move your hands to the window sill or else you’d fall down right there. She presses her body up right against you when she pulls back from your nipples and kisses your lips, she snakes her hand down your pants and your underwear and finds you clit fast and rubs it. It’s a good thing she’s helping to keep you up or else you’d let gravity do its thing right there and fall. You also think it’s good she’s kissing you as you’d probably be loud enough for someone to hear.

“Keep quiet hon.” She tells you as she pulls back and then slides down your body and pulls your pants down and only has the patience to take them off one leg before spreading your legs. She then gets an idea as the floor here will hurt her legs. She goes back up and lifts you to sit on the window sill and spreads your legs that way, then dives down to your pussy and starts licking it like crazy. You bite your lip and do your best to keep quiet but her tongue is doing wonders on you and you let a few moans escape. She brings one hand up to your mouth and covers it with her hand. She then moves to your clit and tells you to suck on her finger, so you let her stick a finger in your mouth as she sticks another in your entrance and you suck on her finger instead of letting out noises.

She starts licking your clit with her tongue while fingering you and you keep quiet as best you could but she’s really good at what she’s doing. You let a couple of muffled noises escape so she pulls her tongue away and replaces it with her thumb. She pulls her finger out of your mouth and replaces it with her lips and tongue. You kiss her back and that gets you to keep quiet. You lean forward to kiss her too much at one point and end up falling off the window sill and on to her. With her fast reflexes she catches you and neither of you fall down but it does make her back up all the way to your desk. She turns you both around so you're against your desk and continues fingering you. You then realise someone could see you through one of the windows if they look and you push her backwards back to window. She gets the hint and allows it but still continues to finger you and you stop walking. She smirks and then picks you up and brings you the rest of the way. You’re close to an orgasm and Melissa realises as your legs start to shake and you’re breathing is faster. She rubs your clit faster and you come 5 seconds later, doesn’t stop though as she just keeps going.

You pull back from the kiss. “Mel- Melissa, please, it’s too much.” You tell her but make no other attempt to stop her.

“You can do it hon.” She tells you and you put your hand on her back and your mouth on her shoulder to have her closer and muffle your noises. You end up coming again and that’s when she pulls out. She helps keep you up for a few seconds and she licks her fingers and moans at your taste.

You help each other get dressed and fix your hair and reapply lip gloss. Anything to make sure you don’t look like you just fucked in your classroom.

“How about you come over to my place tonight? I’ll cook dinner and then we can continue what we started.” She says and you nod quickly. She giggles at your eagerness, gives your ass a playful slap, gives you a wink then walks out of your classroom. The bell is about to ring so you go to the door frame to greet your students as Barb walks by and looks at you.

“You might want to cover that hickey before Ava or your students notice.” She teases you and your cheeks go red.

“Wha-what hickey?” You stumble out and she chuckles. You take your phone out and put it on selfie mode and sure enough, there’s a hickey on your neck. You whip your head to Melissa and give her a glare. She just smirks at you and tries not to laugh and makes a heart shape with her hands to you. Barb sees the interaction and snorts and shakes her head.

“As happy as I am that you and Melissa got your heads out of your asses. Your students shouldn’t see this.” Barb tells you and ushers you in your classroom and quickly covers it with your makeup that you keep on you for emergencies. You never thought the emergency would be to cover up a hickey that Melissa gave you when you 2 had sex just before school but here you were. Barb quickly makes her way over to her classroom just in time for the bell to ring and you go and greet your students. You glance over at Melissa and she sends you a wink and you blush. You blow her an air kiss and she puts her hand over her heart.

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lichenes · 2 days

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"Emo boy..."

Little something to get me back into writing... Feel free to send me asks! Enjoy :D

CW: kinda mutual pining, mischaracterisation probably (.-.), it'll get better in part two if you guys want it :D, SFW wc: 699

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He entered your little shop, looking incredibly strange amongst the cornflowers and alliums you were displaying. "Mornin'! How can I help you?" You asked cheerily, way too happy for the hour that was shown on the clock just behind you.

König had just recently retired. He loved the military life, truly the only thing he could say he deeply and passionately loved. Taught to always sleep with one eye open, he wasn’t adjusting to civilian life very well.

‘The quickest way to brighten up your house is to decorate it with flowers!’ He heard from the overzealous neighbour, truly delighted to meet him (and afraid for the safety of her and her kids, obviously). Immediately, he looked up a flower shop near him. Not being allowed to keep more than a flip phone on himself, he wasn’t used to the freedom internet gave.

The next day, he got up bright and early to avoid people as much as he could. König was hoping for his visit to escape everyone's attention. Admittedly it was difficult, with his overbearing frame, towering over nearly every person he stumbled upon.

You weren’t fully conscious yet, having woken up less than an hour ago. Running your own business could be quite a feat, especially with alarm clocks which don’t work quite well. Your hair was a bit dishevelled but you were hoping to fix it around your lunch break.

He was staring. You noticed something was off about him but you just waited politely for him to ask you for whatever it was he was here for. In the gentlest voice he could muster he asked. “What do you have that would brighten up a house?” He used the same phrase as the neighbour, her name not quite cemented in his brain. You were taken aback for just a quick moment but slipped back into your customer service voice.

You went on about the types that would suit any home, and he listened intently, opting to go for daffodils. König paid for his bouquet and thanked you. While you were wrapping the flowers you tried to make polite conversation. “Did the missus send you here?” He looked around, chuckling nervously. “No, no, I needed something to get me out of the house you know?” That was an obvious lie, but you didn’t question him further.

The next time he showed up at your shop, you recognised him as that window shopping, huge guy who usually walked past your shop, gracing it with a fleeting glance. “Hello! What can I help you with?” For a guy his size, he sure knew how to make himself look small. You weren’t quite sure what he wanted with you, but your ego didn’t allow for you to think all this was about you.

He scared you a little, but you’d never admit that. His anxious demeanor of a lost puppy was neutralising his terrifying presence pretty effectively. “Sorry to bother but-” You waved your hand as if to say ‘not a bother’. “There's this person I’m trying to thank…” He went on about their personality, gushing at how inviting their presence was. You were drinking it up like fine wine, becoming more and more interested in him by the minute.

“She’s my neighbour actually! So I was hoping to repay her for giving me the idea and buying her flowers.” He blushed a little. Not that you would notice under the face mask he was wearing. “I need to ask, flowers do have meaning after all.” You tried to explain yourself, not wanting to seem too intrusive. “Is it supposed to be a friendly bouquet or a let’s-go-on-a-date kinda thing?”

He waved his arms in front of his chest. “It’s nothing like that!!” You smiled at his antics as he added. “I’ve got my eyes on someone else…” Your cheeks, suddenly, felt hotter than they should’ve for the conversation you were supposedly having.

He got out with the bouquet you suggested and thanked you profusely. König didn’t even give you his name, and you could already feel being smitten by the cruel, cruel gods of love. God damnit, you were hoping to see him soon.

pt. 2?

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#x reader #writing #konig x reader #könig #konig cod #cod #cod x reader #fluff #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2

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allthewhumpygoodness · 1 day

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I think the reason sick whump hold such a special place in my heart is that, relatively speaking, you don't see it that often in canon media? Like, characters being injured in books/films/tv is pretty standard I'd say. Maybe not to the detailed whumpy levels we'd all like it to be, but if I think about it pretty much every character I've viewed as a potential whumpee has actually suffered some form of injury or another (often more than once) within their respective media.

But illness? You just don't see it as often. And I'm not sure why - but I'd guess probably because it tends to leave characters in a stagnant state; an injury can be attained while Actively Doing Something Plot Relevant, so even if the aftercare is shown offscreen [ugh], the actual Getting Hurt part can be part of the plot - whereas sickness holds focus on a character within that state of infirmity, and most mainstream audiences would probably see it as uninteresting to watch or read.

So when it comes to imagining my faves being hurt, well, it's still great but I likely have already seen them hurt within whatever media they're a part of. But imagining them being sick...now that requires some more imagination on my part. There's a ~mystique~ to it. It feels like a more personal show of the character's vulnerability because it likely hasn't actually been shown before, so it's like a little secret that I get to figure out on my own.

#whump #sickfic #idk just my thoughts on the matter!

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@jegulus-microfic april 27 - diplomacy - 1117 words

aka there’s a few unexpected babies in a shed and regulus is a master of persuasion

It starts with Harry.

He’s running around in the back garden as Regulus peeks outside to call him for dinner.

When Regulus calls him he comes bounding over the meadow, red cheeked and flushed and a little sweaty.

Regulus bends down to smack a kiss on his damp hair and presses a glass of water into his small hands.

Harry gulps half of it with vigor, breathing loudly and then puts it back down on the table with a thunk. “Uh- Paps.”

“Mhm?”

“Where’s Mochi?”

“Mochi?” Regulus hums, realizing he actually doesn’t know where their cat is, “I haven’t seen him in the house today.”

“Oh,” Harry makes, his brows drawing together.

Regulus’ chest tightens, “I’m sure he’ll be back by bedtime, pumpkin.”

The rest of the afternoon passes, the sun sets and Mochi still hasn’t shown.

Harry gets ready for bed worried but James makes up a bedtime story about adventure cats with supernatural powers and all’s well.

That is until it’s two days later and Mochi still hasn’t wound up yet.

Regulus gets actually concerned and quietly talks to James in bed at night about the possibility of Mochi having been hit by a car. James is optimistic though, gently stroking through his curls and kissing his forehead, reassuring Regulus that their cat will be back.

True to his fiancé’s word Mochi turns up just another day later. Safe and sound, no wounds or scratches and bonking his forehead against their legs like nothing was amiss.

Harry is ecstatic and Regulus sighs so heavy in relief he feels 10 pounds lighter—that is until Mochi keeps flitting back out into the garden, mewling loudly.

James and Harry go out into the yard to play on the trampoline, thinking their cat may just want some company out in the nice weather.

“I dunno, love,” James shakes his head, clambering down from the trampoline, “It sounds like something is bothering him. He keeps walking around, yelling at us.”

Regulus combs an errant strand of James’ hair back from his forehead, frowning slightly. He sighs, “It does seem like he wants something from us.”

Harry is still bouncing on the net, then he announces suddenly, “I think maybe he wants to show us something.”

James and Regulus exchange looks and then they help Harry put on his shoes again and start following behind a relentlessly meowing Mochi.

Their cat takes them out back towards the end line of their property to Monty’s old shed they don’t really use for anything.

Mochi squeezes right through a broken panel of wood inside, still meowing.

Regulus throws James a skeptical look but James just shrugs and rattles and yanks at the old door until it swings open.

That’s when Regulus hears it.

More meowing. Tiny, high mewling.

Baby kittens.

His eyes meet James in an instant as a small gasp elicits from Regulus’ throat, eyes widening in adoration and teeth digging in his lower lip, ridiculously excited.

James takes Harry up on his hip with a grin and nods Regulus to enter first.

With the help of the sunlight streaming in through the open door they find the little family in an instant.

The mom is a beautiful grey-ish tabby and there’s three little furballs attached to her stomach.

There’s one similar to Mochi with all black and white spots, another tiger striped one with an orangey undertone and then an entirely black one safe for one white spot around its ear that immediately has Regulus breaking out into coos.

Mochi runs around between Regulus’ legs all excited, screaming still, and he gently shushes their cat with head scratches. He bends down to say hello to the mom while James explains everything to Harry behind him.

It takes a few contemplative sniffs from mom before she takes a careful lick at Regulus’ finger. Mochi smells like them so Regulus is glad the mom realizes they’re family and not a threat.

Regulus beckons James and Harry over and pulls the latter between his spread knees, murmuring quietly, “These are Mochi’s babies, Harry, just like you are ours.”

Harry nods importantly, eyes fixated on the kittens.

“We have to introduce ourselves to the mom first though before we get to say Hello to the babies. Like this,” Regulus takes Harry’s hand in his and lets the female cat sniff him too.

Harry giggles when she licks him with her rough tongue and Regulus’ heart nearly bursts when she tilts her head into his little palm. James follows suit, stroking through Regulus’ curls with his other hand. It’s a marvelous moment shared between the three of them and Regulus desperately hopes that it’s going to stay a core memory in all their minds.

They run back to the house to get a pillowed basket and blankets for the mom and babies to transport back in. At the end of the day Regulus’ cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Until James comes up behind him while brushing teeth, arms wrapped around his stomach and asks who they want to give two of the babies to.

Regulus thinks he must be clinically insane for the suggestion but he doesn’t say so just yet. He has to play his cards right here to get what he wants and what his little family clearly deserves despite whatever James may think for whatever obviously illogical reason.

So Regulus just shrugs and spits into the sink.

The next morning when Harry is already in kindergarden he grabs James on his way out to door to work.

He drapes himself all prettily against the door frame, purposly toying with the ring on James’ finger. “So,” he starts, “About the kittens.”

James already slips into a playfully skeptical expression, “What about them?”

Regulus clears his throat professionally, “After diplomatic discussions we found that there was no way for us not to keep them.”

“A-huh?”

Regulus huffs, “Yes.”

“Just between the two of you…” James prods, one brow raised.

“Yes.” Regulus’ expression is unwavering stone. He’s so standing his ground. Not budging. He’s a wall.

“All 3 of them?”

“They have names, to your information,” Regulus spits. Then adds in a more quiet voice, “Strawberry, Vanilla and Matcha.”

James only hums in return, but the corners of his lips are already curling with a badly concealed grin so Regulus knows they’ve as good as won.

“So,” he sucks his teeth, cocking his head and blinking up at his fiancé from under his lashes, “We’re gonna need a bigger car tree.”

James’ grin blooms full force and he rolls his eyes behind his glasses. Then he smacks Regulus’ ass so hard, Regulus makes a sound that sounds embarrassingly similar to the ones the kittens make.

#jegulus #hi im late with this >.< almost finished it then thought it was trash. finished it now and i like the ending so *shrugs*#enjoy<3 #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus raising harry #starchaser #sunseeker #domestic jegulus #jegulus fluff #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

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gglitch1dd · 16 hours

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Blood of my House Pt 2

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

Context: Eijiro’s plan to claim back his family’s throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don’t fall into the stereotype of your house.

Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens. Credit given to George R Martin and the mastermind that he is.

Warning: this story deals with topics of cousin incest and referenced incest ( I don’t condone this IRL), violence, taboo lust, blood, fire, time period specific misogyny and dragons. So be prepared. No smut… yet.

[P A R T 1] [BLOOD OF MY HOUSE MASTERLIST]

Eijiro stirred Riot down to land in a pasture not too far away from the main castle. He had decided to go on a midnight fly to clear his head and no one could blame him. The large man pat his large flying beast on the head with some praises in High Valeryian that earned him a chortle back.

The last few days had been quite the… adjustment, to put it lightly. Since your appearance into his life, Eijiro had been feeling rather… to put it easily, frustrated. He wasn’t sure what it was but he wished you could just disappear and take this feeling that he had with you. You were everywhere now. You were in his meeting chambers, in the reception hall, in the kitchen, in the village, in the dragon caves, in the dining hall. You were everywhere and Eijiro felt close to driving his head into a stone wall at that fact.

He felt like he was losing control of his men one by one as you used your seduction powers to control them. Every man he came across seemed smitten by you. Although, he couldn’t exactly blame them. You had a smile that could lull any man into false ease, a voice that could sing a deaf man to sleep and a body that could make even a blind man dream about your looks. You were something straight out of the old tales of sirens that would pull men off of boats and into their cold waiting arms in the abyss.

Eijiro slid off Riot right as a low scuttle went through the air. The sound of a dragon that wasn’t his own made him freeze as he instantly turned his head to the darkness of the shadows. Walking out of the forest into the clearing with your dragon, at his back was you. The large scaley male beast let out a low huff at the sight of his new comrade. The two dragons seemed to have their own words amongst each other, but from what Eijiro could see about Riot, she was not impressed.

You wore leathers, showing you were wanting to go on a fly yourself. Your hands were joined together behind your back as you looked up at him. “Good evening, cousin. I see you are just as broody at night as you are in the day.”

Eijiro watched you for a moment before letting out a scoff. He lifted his leg off one side as he moved to Riot’s side and slid down easily. He landed on the ground with a thud before patting her scaley side. “Do not mistake planning for brooding.” You heard him say in High Valeryian, his accent thick but still a bit off tune to what it was supposed to be if he had grown up around other Kirishimas that would have shown him how.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you continued to walk forward towards him. “You speak our language?” You asked.

“I am a Kirishima, am I not?” He asked with a scoff as he walked forward as well, moving to meet you in the middle.

You hummed as you moved your head side to side. “Agree to disagree.” Eijiro scowled. It was something you had been teasing him for, for weeks. On how he was only considered half Kirishima considering his lady mother was a Toyomitsu and only his father was Kirishima.

Eijiro sighed as he looked away from you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You shrugged as you looked around the beautiful area, with its low grass and calm stream not too far away. Your eyes landed back on Eijiro’s intense ruby ones. You looked up at him daring to test his authority. “I wanted to take him on a fly.” You motioned back to your dragon who shook his head with a huff. “Caves are no place for a dragon. Sneaking around in the dark like rats isn’t how they were born to be.” You let out, a hint of passion about the subject evident in your voice.

Eijiro watched you for a moment before he moved to slip off his rider gloves. He looked down at his hands. “Speaking of which, I have received reports of your knight sneaking into your bedchambers.” He tried not to slip out any hint of anger in his voice.

But anger there was.

When he was first informed of Midoriya Izuku’s visits into your chambers in the cloak of darkness, he was appalled but also furious. You come under his care, into his castle, sitting as if you owned the place and then you were sneaking around with your leading commander. Despite whether you liked it or not, Eijiro was technically Head of your House and was responsible for you (despite wanting nothing to do with you). The last thing he needed to question of you, was your relationship with your dear commander.

You tilted your head with a smirk amused. You let out a small giggle as you looked at Eijiro. “Jealous, are we?” The thought of his anger at such a fact, that you truly did not care about, made you laugh.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.” He threw at you sharply with a scowl on his face. “I don’t need little bastards running around Summersvale, if you aren’t aware of the consequences of your actions.” He reminded you with a glare.

You hummed, nodding your head, understanding how it might look to him. You took another step forward, the both of you now standing face to face. You looked up at him without a hint of backing down or submission. “Are you aware of how it is like, growing up in Chalrogo as a slave girl?” You asked hypothetically, switching to the common tongue. Your question took Eijiro off guard, but he didn’t give it away. “I was nothing but as dispensable as a stick. The world isn’t very kind to little girls with no importance to anyone other than a swornsword and a nursemaid. Little girls aren’t meant for a vicious world where there are men with grabby hands and leaking cocks that rise at a girl that hasn’t even reached womanhood.” You spoke emotionlessly as you stared up at Eijiro. “I struggle to sleep, Eijiro. Izuku keeps my company until I do. On particularly bad days, he sneaks drops of dozing syrups so I can be somewhat strong the next day. So please, forgive me and my commander for our sins.”

You walked past him, your dragon following after you with a low growl. Riot reciprocated one as well, swatting her tail at the younger male dragon, earning a growl from Maegor but your dragon continued to follow you.

Eijiro stayed frozen where he was. He looked down with a scowl, something close to regret and anger in himself filled him. He let out a huff, seeing this as some tactic you had to get his guard down. Not to say he didn’t believe you. He believed you.

However, hating you seemed much more easier.

“You have a letter, my prince.” Taishiro spoke out as he passed over the scroll to Eijiro.

Eijiro took the piece of paper, undoing it as his ruby eyes moved down to the paper itself. He scanned the paper as he began to read it. “About?” He asked.

“Apparently…” The large blond man let out a deep breath as he glanced over to you. You sat up, where you sat across from Eijiro. Whatever it was, it seemed to concern the both of you. “Prince B/N has been found.”

Eijiro’s head whipped up to look at his uncle, checking if he was serious and indeed he was. Eijiro sped through the letter, feeling shocked at such news coming to his ears now. Another Kirishima? It sounded too good to be true. He turned to look at you.

You sat there with furrowed eyebrows. You looked more insulted than happy to know that your only brother could be alive. Your commander, Midoriya Izuku glanced down to you but didn’t show a hint of emotion to what he was thinking. You leaned back in your seat, putting your hands together. “That’s impossible.” You answer quietly but adamantly. “My brother was nothing older than half the hour and still attached to my mother’s breast when the Todoroki’s stormed the castle. The ravens sent back to Enji stated that in my mother’s chambers were found the corpses of a babe, his mother and the midwives. How could he have survived?” You asked not believing a lick of it.

Taishiro let out a breath before motioning to the two of you. “The same way the two of you survived.”

You looked to Eijiro who looked right back at you. The man across from you let out a deep breath as he sat up in his chair. He glanced down at the parchment he held before handing it to Katsuki and motioning for it to be given to you. “According to House Monoma, they received the babe from the appointed wetnurse and have raised the boy ever since. Of course, it’s hard to believe based off the fact that Kirishimas don’t have wetnurses, but if the boy truly was sent away it would make sense.” Eijiro deducted as he looked over to you as you were handed the paper and started to read it. He looked up to his uncle. “Should the boy be the real thing?”

His uncle scratched the back of his neck before letting out a huff. “It would mean that he is the rightful heir to the throne.”

“At fifteen?” You asked.

“Indeed.” Taishiro stated. “He would be little older than a boy but old enough to take the throne of course with your council.” He motioned to the two of you. “By the sign of the sigil of house Monoma on the letter, it seems to be true. The best course of action would be to meet him face to face and discuss.”

Eijiro nodded, understanding his point. However, something was not sitting right with him. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe it was just him not wanting to believe it, but it did seem strange that suddenly you appear and then this letter about your brother being alive appears as well. Then again, Eijiro knew he couldn’t be too judgemental. If he survived, what else could be possible. “I agree.” He supported Taishiro’s statement with a nod of his head. “The main goal of our cause is to put the Kirishima bloodline where it belongs, and the last thing we need is to fight within our house.”

You were silent for a moment but you closed your eyes and nodded your head. “Indeed. The blood of our house will not end with mere familial rivalry.” You seemed to hold any disagreement or mistrust you had in the matter as you straightened your posture. “Which means that we shall accept their invitation.”

“We shall head to House Monoma within the week.” Eijiro clarified.

Eijiro sat in the carriage with you as you inched closer and closer to the Monoma Estate. The two of you were forced to share a carriage considering you were both of the same blood and there was no reason to separate the rides and cause unnecessary baggage and separation. However, that also meant that the whole five day trip was one that was spent with high tensions and snarky remarks from the both of you. It was almost as if you were both but children and couldn’t even be civil for a few hours.

Eijiro had watched you the entire trip. You had him very confused and yet he seemed to understand more and more as he watched you. You never complained about anything (other than Eijiro’s presence). You didn’t complain about the long ride, nor having to bathe in nearby streams if need be, nor the scent of smoke, sweat and God knows what that was around whenever they had a stop. You broke stale bread with your soldiers and you sipped from mead with them like a brother.

He wondered what type of experiences you had in the past to be able to do that now. He had tried to find information from Midoriya but the green haired man always gave the same response.

“You should ask her yourself.”

Something that annoyed Eijiro to the bone, but he left it be. But now here you were, at the front gates of the Monoma estate, allowed in due to diplomatic reasons.

“An aspect of this still troubles me.” Eijiro looked over to you as you spoke, your eyes looking outside the carriage at the stone manor. You glared for a moment outside. “The Kirishimas and the Monomas were never on alliance terms, and certainly not close.” You recalled from years ago and all the history books you had read. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why would they keep my brother and not give him over to Enji?”

Eijiro was silent before letting out a sigh. “Maybe they simply knew something we did not.” He tried reasoning, but even to him it sound like a waste of an excuse.

It didn’t matter however as you were let into the Monoma estate graciously. The two of you had separated in order to get ready for tonights banquet that was apparently being held in your honour. Eijiro wasn’t one for dressing up. He preferred doing anything but socialising and trying to please other dignitaries and nobles, however it was an important aspect of a ruler and thus he took it in stride.

“Announcing his grace, Prince Kirishima Eijiro, first of his name, Lord of Summersvaile.”

Eijiro walked into the great hall, his eyes moving around the well lit room. It was not as big as the one back home in Summersvaile but it would do. The candles were lit and made the room glow. Eijiro had been forcefully stuffed into a black suit that was much too tight for his liking and his black cloak the belonged to his father with red stitched onto the ends of his suit.

People peered at him with wide eyes and with whispers. Not many had seen a Kirishima in the flesh in close to two decades, of course he would look like a spectacle. However, Eijiro ignored them as he caught eye of Katsuki. He stepped forward, aiming to get closer to his best friend.

“Your grace.” Eijiro paused as he turned around to see a woman dressed in a light creamy yellow dress, her blond hair was pinned up with little ornaments. She was a beautiful woman, Eijiro could not deny that, especially as she walked over to him. She curtsied before him. “Lady Utsushimi Camie.” She introduced herself to him.

He smiled and nodded his head. “Prince Kirishima Eijiro.”

She took a step closer to him. “My, I’ve never seen a Kirishima before. I’ve only heard such great tales about your family…” She moved to put her hands on his arm making him still for a second. “Especially the men in your family. You are quite a large specimen.”

Eijiro felt heat bloom to his face. Growing up he had experienced touches from older ladies in the Bakugou court that found him appealing but considering he was a servant, he didn’t really have much of a place to say no. But this felt more of a boost to his pride than anything, but it didn’t stop the embarrassment etching to his face.

He chuckled as he put a hand over her own. “It is only natural for our family. Kirishimas are known for it.”

She looked up at him with wide brown eyes. “Oh I’ve heard. Is it true you have a dragon?” She asked him.

Eijiro opened his mouth to respond but suddenly felt another hold on his left arm. He looked to the left to find another woman holding onto his arm, with orange fiery hair and dressed in prismarine green. “Indeed it is true, I have a dragon. Her name is Riot.”

“Really? You must be such a strong man to be able to tame a dragon.” The redhead praised.

Eijiro couldn’t help but smirk. “Is it not already obvious?” He asked making the two of them giggle.

Sir Midoriya Izuku rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, a chalice in his hand as he sipped from it. His green eyes moved away from Eijiro to Katsuki who was being served more wine by a servant. “It seems as though your prince is having a good time.” He pointed out, motioning to Eijiro who now was surrounded by four ladies, all of them trying to drag him to sit down with them as one offered him a chalice of wine. They all giggled at whatever he said. Izuku sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

Katsuki looked over at his best friend and smiled. He raised his cup to the prince and smirked over at Izuku in a smug way. “That is what I call a true king, Deku. See that! That is the charisma of a ruler.” He motioned to Eijiro.

Izuku raised his eyebrow unimpressed as he looked back at Eijiro. “All I see is the giggling of whores that just so happen to call themselves ladies.”

His statement made Katsuki choke on his wine with a laugh. Izuku noticed that Lord Monoma Neito had made his way to Eijiro with a smile. The two seemed to have begun conversation. Before Izuku could point it out to Katsuki, the doors opened once more.

“Announcing her grace, Princess Kirishima Y/N, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne.” The announcer shouted in the air.

Eijiro took a sip of his wine, glancing up at the staircase where you entered. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath leaving his lungs as his eyes were glued to your figure.

You were dressed in a blood crimson red gown, the slits of your dress were high and on either side of the lacey item that left your hips for free viewing. Gold and black lined your dress making you look like untouched royalty. Your figure was flawless and so was your gaze that seemed to hold superiority over everyone else. You kept your head up high as you walked down the steps before walking down the middle of the room.

Eijiro felt you a sin. You were gorgeous, any man’s best dream and it was obvious by the way you held every man’s attention in the room. You were alluring and almost looked as though you would disappear with just a touch.

Your shoes were deafening in Eijiro’s ears as you approached him but your eyes were not on him. You extended your arm to Lord Monoma Neito. The tall man unashamedly looked over your body as if you were a common whore. His periwinkle eyes went up to your own as he bowed before you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Your highness.” He greeted.

“Lord Monoma, it is a honour. Thank you for hosting me and my cousin.” Your voice was like that of the sweetest of wines.

He smirked as he put a hand to his chest. “It is a privilege for me to do so. And might I just say, you live up to your rumours. A beautiful dragoness.”

You let out a laugh. “You flatter me.”

“It is only the truth, princess.”

Eijiro watched as you conversed with Neito. Why were you entertaining this fool? He could barely keep his eyes off your bosom let alone to your face and yet here you were giggling and laughing at his words. Eijiro took a deep breath, moving out of the hold of the ladies he was standing with, ignoring their confused whispers as he walked over to you. He took to your side, taking your arm and linking it with his own. “We are both so very famished. I am sure my cousin will agree with me in the wish of dinner starting soon.”

Neito chuckled. “Of course, follow me.” He motioned to the head table, making sure that the both of you knew where to go.

You walked beside Eijiro, glancing up at him. You let out an amused chuckle at his demeanour and behaviour. He glanced down at you but his ruby eyes hardened. “And what has you in a fit of laughter?”

“You are acting as if I have never been in society before, cousin.” You pointed out truthfully as he led you to the table where you would both be having dinner.

Eijiro looked away from you, facing straight ahead. A gentle frown settled on his face. “You dress like you’re still in Chalrogo.” He said truthfully, looking away from you. “It is not how one dresses here.”

“The other lords don’t seem to mind.” You pointed out truthfully as you glanced at what must be a table of high-ranking lords in the province. You gave them a smirk and a nod of your head before focusing forward. Eijiro scoffed at your behaviour. You truly were his greatest test from the heavens because you always seemed to get him feeling so vexed. “Besides you shouldn’t care, you seemed to busy conversing with every woman in this hall.”

“They approached me, I was just answering questions.”

You nodded your head as you moved towards your seat. Eijiro pulled out your seat, allowing you to sit down. “Ah yes, letting a woman hold your muscles does help to trigger the brain into thinking of answers.” You sarcastically commented making Eijiro sigh as he rolled his eyes.

He looked over to you and lifted up his wine. “And I am sure having your tits falling out of your dress must make you feel so powerful.” He rolled his eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you rolled your eyes. “Can’t even keep your eyes to yourself, cousin?”

“I can ask the same thing to you.”

The both of you spent what felt like the entire night, bickering like children, whenever you were left to your own devices. However, most of dinner, you seemed to busy laughing and entertaining lords and knights than to do anything else. Your laughter rang in Eijiro’s ears like a bell and had him taking a breath at every tone. Eijiro tried playing the diplomat as well, as he conversed with Neito whenever the shameless lord wasn’t trying to get a glance of your figure.

“I must ask, Lord Neito.” Eijiro started as he wiped his mouth with a cloth. “The reason you had summoned us?”

That caught your attention as you nodded your head. “Indeed. My brother? Where is he?” You asked. Despite how calm you sounded, your hand fisted your dress under the table. Eijiro knew you were nervous. He could see it even as you tried to make conversation, the way your eyes danced around the room as if looking for someone who would look just like you or him.

“Ah yes,” Neito nodded his head as he stood up. “About that…” He lifted up his chalice almost as if he was about to make a declaration.

Eijiro didn’t like the feeling of this. Your supposed brother had not been mentioned or heard of from all the asking he had done during the event and his lack of presence wasn’t a good sign either. He glanced at Katsuki and Izuku who both seemed rather on edge. Eijiro looked around the room before a glint of metal caught his eye.

Lord Neito smiled as he looked to the both of you, an arm behind him as he raised his glass. “For our dearest guests did not come for no reason.” He spoke loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the hall. “And so we must deliver what they have come for, for King Enji…” He motioned it to the both of you. “sends his regards.”

“Y/N!” Eijiro shouted. You were tackled to the ground as screaming ensued. The sound of swords being unsheathed and fighting had ensued. You opened your eyes from below the stone floor to find Eijiro was on top of you. Two arrows were stuck in the back of his shoulder. He looked back up with a low growl in frustration. “A trap. You were right.” He let out lowly as he moved to get off of you, but he picked you up effortlessly. He threw you over his shoulder making you shout.

“Eijiro!”

He ignored you as he drew his sword. He easily blocked an attack from one of the Monoma knights that had been standing on guard like all the others, throughout the hall. Eijiro pushed him back and cut through him from shoulder down to hip diagonally. The sound of a body falling was all you heard as Eijiro made great strides to protecting all with one arm.

He ran towards the blond commander of his arm with you on his shoulder. “Katsuki!” The blond turned to look at Eijiro. Midoriya lifted up a silver tray to deflect an arrow. With the location of where the arrow came from, he threw a dagger at the archer, getting him right in the neck. “Fall back.”

You lifted yourself to try and look at Katsuki and Izuku. “Sir Izuku! Get everyone out of the hall!” You shouted. Eijiro glanced at you wondering what on earth you were getting at.

However your trusted sword trusted listened to you unblinkingly. “Yes, princess!” He shouted as he lifted his fingers to his lips and let out a low whistle.

Eijiro shook his head and headed towards the closest balcony. He made sure to duck at an incoming attack, before cutting horizontally. He was grateful for the Valeryian sword he had in hand, the ability to cut through people so easily was one he never thought he would be grateful for until now. He kicked the door open. He pushed his sword back to stay at his side as he wrapped both arms around your legs to keep you safe.

“Eijiro?” You asked confused. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Hold on.” Was all he gave you as he ran at full speed towards the railing of the balcony. You bit back any cries or screams as he jumped with on foot on the railing and pushed off into the night sky. Before you could even feel the weightlessness of being airborne, a loud screech filled the air as Riot flew underneath the both of you catching you on her back.

Eijiro put you off his shoulder as he sat on her saddle. He maneuvered you to sit in front of him. You slid to sit with his chest against your back as he grabbed onto the chains that were linked to her saddle. Eijiro let out a grunt as he pulled back on her chain, making her lift her nose up into the air and fly higher. “Riot!” He shouted up at her. “Circle around.” He gave her the instruction in the old tongue. A low grumble left the red crimson dragon but she turned to circle the estate.

You heard another loud roar as you saw your dragon. He seemed to be in a very bad mood, as he landed on top of one of the guard towers, roaring up a storm. A few archers tried firing at him but the small arrows couldn’t even pierce his scale. He let out an angered roar as he seemed to try and knock down the tower.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your grumpy dragon, but his beautiful black scales was something you missed. “Maegor!” You shouted from atop of Riot. The dragon looked up at you from the rampage he was causing. He lifted his wings and started to flap, moving higher up to try and reach you.

You moved to slip out of Eijiro’s hold. Eijiro watched with wide ruby eyes as you slipped and slid off of Riot, only to land on your dragon, Maegor who cruised underneath Riot before flying higher up in the sky. You scanned with your eyes down below before you saw a familiar green haired man. He was waving up at you and that was all the signal you needed. You saw some of your men hold the doors inside of the estate close, them moving to block the exits.

You frowned. Eijiro watched you from atop Riot. His eyebrows furrowed wondering what you were planning on doing. He didn’t need to ask you to know how you were thinking. You were both nearly assassinated tonight. The Monomas lied about your brother being alive, and all this was a ploy. You tightened your hold on the reigns. “Burn.”

Eijiro watched as your dragon, Maegor took a deep breath, fire bubbling underneath his neck from the pit of his stomach as he leaned his neck back before hot smoldering flames hit the balcony you had come from and entered the hall. Eijiro’s eyes widened in surprise see you order your dragon to burn people alive.

However, he couldn’t deny that it was the most attractive thing you could do right about now. Eijiro smirked as he flicked the chains of the saddle for Riot and down and low near the outside courtyard of the estate. Riot took a deep breath and lit everything a flame.

And for the first time in nearly two decades, the world knew the fire and blood known for your house.

-Glitch1d

#mha x y/n #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #dragon kirishima x reader #mha fantasy au #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you

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The disproportionate hate show!Criston gets is so bizarre. No argument I’ve seen his haters make sofar has made any sense to me.

He is outside of Mysaria the only siginficant lowborn character we meet. He rises up from the son of a steward of a minor house to the position of King‘s Guard thanks to Rhaenyra, who then pressures him into having sex with her, sth that could get him executed. Afterwards she not just rejects his proposal, but laughs in his face.

And when as a result of this experience Criston is shown to be emotional distraught and bitter, people call him an incel? (I assume that they refer to his ideology and not his actual status as a celibate, because not being celibate is literally what started this mess)

It really rubs me the wrong way, when people remove all context from this situation. A lower class person getting a well-off position from a person with authority, who they then end up having sex with is ALWAYS a relationship with a power imbalance (Obviously there are irl relationships like this, who work out and manage to be relatively healthy, but that doesn‘t remove the imbalance of power and the increased likelyhood of abuse).

We see Criston‘s reluctance when Rhaenyra makes her move. It does not matter if Criston was attracted to her or not. The simple fact that he is in a vunerable position makes him denying her a risk. It also does not matter that Rhaenyra had no malicious intentions, the simple fact that she ignores Criston‘s refusal and continues pressuring make this whole scene super uncomfortable. Her ignorance and naivety does not erase the impact of her actions.

Criston growing to hate her afterwards is perfectly justified.

As a man who grew up in Westerosi society, he inevitably holds misogynist beliefs, which is reflected in the insults he uses after this. But compared to the acts of every single character on this show, singling out his character is pretty ludicrous, when we have plenty of male (and female) characters who have done worse:

Like commiting SA (Viserys, Aegon), grooming young girls (Viserys again! I really hate this man, Daemon, Otto, Corlys and Rhaenys because telling your daughter she has to sleep with a grown man when she is 14 is pretty much the same thing Otto does to Alicent) and the only major crime Criston is guilty of sofar: murder (Daemon killed his wife and the servant in Driftmark, also he did large scale police violence which people love to forget about, Rhaenys killed potentially hundreds of smallfolk at the coronation)

Obviously, anybody is allowed to dislike whatever character they want, but a lot of people flatten Criston into just a misogynistic bitter incel who is just mad that Rhaenyra has sex, ignoring every bit of context we get for his behaviour.

This becomes escpecially weird, when those same people have no problem stanning Daemon, who calls his 1st wife a „bitch“, „uglier than sheep“ and then murders her, because he sees her as inferior as a none-valyrian. But Criston calling Rhaenyra, a person he feels personally wronged by, a „spoiled cunt“ is apparently a too far.

It is just really frustating when the character with the canonically lowest social standing gets afforded the least amount of nuance by the fandom (the writers are obvs not excempt from this criticism either).

#There are also people who like to bring up Christon‘s age relativ to Rhaenyra and accuse him of being predatory towards her #This is dumb because for one this still doesn‘t erase the power imbalance #Nor has Christon ever been shown to make an inappropriate move towards her #Also them having a significant age gap in the show is debatable (book Criston is another matter)#We never get a clear age for Christon Fabien never being aged up doesn‘t help either #But based on context clues he is relatively young when we first meet him #He is a knight and fought in one war that doesn‘t mean anything when we have characters who are 16 and are full fledged knights in asoiaf #So he might be anywhere from 18/19 to early twenties when Rhaenyra is 14 in ep1 #Rhaenyra in the ep4 is 18 so at most Criston would be 25 #Compared to all of Rhaenyra‘s relationships this is fine actually realistically she and Harwin would have had a similar age gap #And that relationship is broadly regarded as her most healthy relationship #hotd #house of the dragon #criston cole #pro criston cole #rhaenyra critical #anti rhaenyra targaryen

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The way that Hannibal and Will are never referred to as being queer is interesting. It’s not like sexuality never comes up, it does, predominantly with Margot who openly admits to being lesbian and talks about it often as a part of her character but I think that the way sexuality is framed is another mask.

Margot openly wants to kill her brother, so her sexuality is on display, she is a character that the viewer can “see”. The audience knows that Hannibal is queer — he doesn’t say it but it is shown through numerous other characters, predominantly through Will. Will is the filter in which the viewer “sees” Hannibal and so we know and acknowledge that he is a queer character.

Will is the blurriest and this is interesting in a variety of ways to me. Why does the viewer never have a clear sense of sexuality from Will? To start, Will is an unreliable narrator, we cannot explicitly trust the truth of what Will tells us about anything because it’s always just slightly shifted. He doesn’t victimise himself but he does elevate himself, just slightly, based on his current concept of morality. He was guilty when he killed Hobbes so we see him as guilty and unsteady, he was righteous when he killed Tier, so we see him through a lens of righteousness. No-one else can see him clearly and therefore, neither can we. He is not hidden in plain sight the same way as Hannibal and in doing so, makes himself very confusing to properly understand while also being exceedingly easy to pick apart.

Will is multifaceted and shifts the way he’s perceived a number of times throughout the series, while always giving the impression that he is completely unaware of it.

(side note: this doesn’t properly fit but I think it’s worth mentioning the “Will Graham is not a lesbian” line because there’s an undertone of stubborn curiosity there — is Will Graham a lesbian? Hannibal doesn’t know and Margot is quite smug about it, but that’s more gender based than anything).

Because of the ability to “chameleon” himself for any situation, he leaves a lot open to interpretation. Will Graham could be queer, he could be straight, he could a lot of things. It’s also worth noting that Will Graham experiences attraction in very different ways when it comes to men vs women based on the characters we see. With Matthew (and I’m using the definition of attraction very loosely here) as well as Hannibal, he is incredibly manipulative, like he can’t imagine being genuine with these men in the biblical sense but with Alana he is more open to being perceived and received a certain way. Molly is a more hollow imitation of Alana — he acts the way he thinks love should be but it’s hollow.

Hannibal, of course, is a curious show of attraction. He expresses a wide range of emotions towards him but never stereotypical feelings, if anything, he seems to take a sharp left when it comes to Hannibal but at the same time, he is very obviously more gentle and honest with him, like he’s trying to “show”the viewer what’s underneath. (meaning he does carry about Hannibal, we know he does, he simply shows a wrestling with these emotions that often come across as more violent or unrefined).

*this is just my interpretation, please don’t take it as gospel 🙂.

#hannibal #will graham #hannibal series #hannibal nbc #hannigram #will Graham analysis #hannibal analysis #alana bloom #margot verger #molly graham

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The Bad Batch Series Finale

FULL DISCLOSURE: This is a vent post. I’m angry and hurt. After I get this out of my system I’ll be more open to discussing the positives of the episode.

Warnings: Ranting, Spoilers

Hooo boy. Okay. I am… less than satisfied?

Quick rundown since I haven’t posted much of anything Bad Batch related: Tech is my favorite Batch member, immediately followed by Crosshair. I’m also a HUGE Republic Commando Nerd (read all the books, played the game, despised Bad Batch as a whole initially because I felt the commandos were being unfairly ignored, can sing + translate Vode An, etc.) and Scorch was my favorite Delta. The Bad Batch grew on me shortly after Season 1 finished up, and I immediately latched onto Tech when I began watching. He’s the reason I watched the first two seasons. (Crosshair + delusions about Tech were the combined force behind watching the final season)

NOW, onto my actual thoughts on the episode, in no semblance of order because my brain is still trying to process, Ft. Cry count:

• Wish Tech was here. He would’ve loved the Zillo being freed.

• “‘Cause I’d do the same thing” no you wouldn’t. Fives would’ve. The you I fell in love with would’ve yelled at Fives about it being a terrible idea and then promptly gone along with it anyway. That said it was a really cute moment and I loved his nonchalant little “come on” afterwards.

• C: “Echo or Omega?” W&H: “Omega” THEY KNOW THEIR GIRL SO WELL

• When Hemlock went to get the operatives I got excited thinking maybe, just maybe we’d get Tech back.

• CROSSHAIR LOST HIS FREAKING HAND!?!? WHAT THE HECK!?! I will never stop being salty about this. He’s been through enough. [Near Tears]

• Rampart sucks

• Nala Se got to blow stuff up and I appreciate that even if I don’t really like her

• I’m glad Wrecker’s okay. He had me scared for a bit. Hunter, conversely, never really did? He’s Omega’s Dad, he had to survive.

• Did anybody else see that one operative whose helmet seemingly had goggles built into it? We had a lingering shot on his helmet for a few seconds and they looked like a red version of Tech’s goggles.

• SCORCH IS DEAD AND YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE I’M MAD ABOUT IT! [First shedding of tears]

• HECK YEAH, HEMLOCK IS DEAD!!! [Tears of relief combined with grief over Scorch]

• I’m so glad Omega hugged Crosshair first. I fully expected her to just run to Hunter, and Crosshair needed that hug.

• Echo’s goodbye was disrespectful. 0/10. He’s family and they don’t even care that he’s leaving???

• SOMEONE IS MISSING FROM OUR NICE LITTLE GROUP SHOT!

• I never really got super invested in the dynamic between Omega and Hunter, but the ending between them was cute I guess.

• We were robbed. We could’ve gotten Crosshair and Wrecker as old men and we were robbed.

• Tech is dead. Like, seriously, really and truly, dead. As a delusional “Tech’s alive guys, trust me” fan, it feels like he just died all over again. I’ll talk more about this later because I’m not over it. [Que sob-fest]

alright, circling back around to my main gripes, in order of appearance:

#1. Scorch.

I hate how they handled him. At first when he showed up I got super excited. That was my boy! In the Bad Batch show!! He’s making an appearance!!! Maybe they’ll do something with the Delta boys!!

Even as the episodes went on and I started to suspect where his path was leading, I consistently would go “Scorch!!! <3” every episode, because that is my boy and I love him dearly.

The levels of offended I am on Scorch’s behalf are not within my ability to express with words. The complete and utter disrespect he was shown over his time on the show is appalling. Why bring him in if you’re going to drain him of all his personality, make him have zero plot relevance, and then murder him?! They could easily have made a new clone for that, as seen by the number of operatives who exist and got 0.5 minutes of screen time.

But no. They brought in a beloved character with 10 seconds of canonical screen time prior, stripped him of everything that made him lovable, didn’t even have him DO ANYTHING, and then murdered him. It feels like a spit in the face and a kick to the gut all at once.

I will mourn. I’ve already cried and I’ll probably cry again. But right now I’m angry and I think Scorch deserves to have people be angry about how he was treated.

#2. Tech

Yes. I admit to having been a “trust me guys, Tech’s alive” person. I will also admit that at the end of episode 13 I wanted him to stay dead because I had zero faith they could satisfactorily bring him back.

My gripe is not with him staying dead. Yes, it feels like losing him all over again. Yes, I will mourn him again. Yes. That sucks. It’s not what’s making me mad.

What makes me mad is how his death was handled.

• It served ZERO purpose narratively other than to up the stakes and make us worry about whether anyone else would die (Spoiler alert: They didn’t. Tech was the only one who died) • Nobody mourned him. No one seemed affected by his death at all. No one cared. I don’t care what anyone says, that will NEVER be okay. • The first actual mention of Tech *dying* was in the finale. Sure, we’ve had name drops and goggle appearances, but actually talking about what happened? One line. One. Freaking. Line.

I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face, you know? He deserved better and so did we. He was a part of that family and they couldn’t even be bothered to address the responses to his death. He was beloved by many of us and they couldn’t even respect him or his fans enough to treat his death like something to be mourned.

That’s wrong, no matter how you look at it.

#Crow’s cawing #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #star wars tbb #Star Wars The Bad Batch Tech #tbb tech #star wars republic commando #republic commando #tbb scorch #clone commando #clone commando scorch #tbb spoilers #Star Wars The Bad Batch spoilers #spoilers

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