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bearbluebooks · 4 months
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Christmas in Velaris - Chapter Three
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Chapter 3
December 5th, 17:55
Evening announced its resting call half an hour ago, when the darkness of night replaced the bright sky. Normally, Gwyn would be sitting on her sofa with her feet resting gently on the coffee table. A cup of piping hot sleepy time tea in one hand, and her latest smutty book in the other.
Not today.
With an increased heart rate and hurried steps, she made her way down to her neighbor. Why was she nervous? She just needed to be herself. And bring muffins.
Last night, she promised herself to go as soon as everything opened, but when she left the bookshop at nine a.m. the maintenance guy showed up.
It would be fine. She could still meet them today. Most people worked until 6 pm, didn’t they? Either way, she couldn’t remove herself from the chores any earlier than that.
Every finished task brought two new ones with them- when she cleared the piles and piles of old books in front of an old chair, rotting wood hid underneath. When she fixed the door that didn’t close properly, a part of the roof fell down. “That’s not my area of expertise,” the elderly man responded with his hands in the air when he looked at the thousands of white pieces fall down.
All it did was add urgency to the Christmas competition.
The Christmas Competition, she suddenly remembered with a jolt. 
She reached the door in seconds. When she flung it open, the steep rackety stairs that led to her apartment were revealed. With two steps at a time, she reached her goal faster: the chocolate muffins that she baked last night. At least she would have, if she had not mis stepped and landed flat on her face with a loud shriek.
Mouse, who appeared out of thin air, seemed to be awakened by the sudden noise as her tired brown head peered through the small crack in the door. “I know, I know,” Gwyn said to the animal who always appeared without making any noise.
No time to lose, she thought as she pushed herself up and made her way to the kitchen. Even though her chin ached, and her knee throbbed, she had to meet her neighbor. One look down revealed her dirty overalls, her knitted red turtleneck, and her beaten-down all-stars.
First impressions mattered but she was all out of time, the chocolate muffins would have to do. She gave one final goodbye to Mouse, who resumed her nap on the couch, as she grabbed her coat and her keys, “Wish me luck!”
With more considerate steps, she finally made it to her neighbor. One hand ran down her overalls, whilst the other held the muffins tight to her chest.
One breath in and a long one out eased her nerves enough to observe the building.
That’s strange, she thought. The building was black and made entirely of marble. No sign to be seen. Two humungous glass doors offered the only clue as to what lay inside. 
With two gloved hands and her nose on the glass, she peered inside. 
Small spots of condensation formed on the place where her breath met the coldness of the glass. 
What sort of shady business was this?
The last time she was here, the whole street was filled with cozy little shops- flower stores, bakeries, and bookshops. 
This looked like a villain’s liar.
She almost turned back when the doors opened and a deep voice said “Are you stalking me?”
Was she living in some kind of Groundhog Day? 
With raised eyebrows and wide eyes, she perceived the large frame in the expensive suit. Without looking away from those scrutinizing hazel eyes, she said in her most confident tone, “Azriel.”
Of course, he was her neighbor. 
The gods had a wicked sense of humor. Only she wasn’t the one laughing, and neither was Azriel. With a shake of his head and narrow eyes, he looked her up and down. Even though she was wearing her warmest winter clothes, she felt utterly exposed under his watchful gaze. 
“What are you doing here?” He finally asked.
With two outstretched hands, she said “I made you these muffins.” 
She could swear that was an eye roll as he said, “I hate muffins.”
“You still hate muffins?” She said in pure shock. In all her years she still hadn’t met anybody who hated muffins with as much passion as Azriel.
“Maybe you can give them to your secretary. Or your colleagues?” She said as she attempted to look over his shoulder.
Without thinking she blurted out “Or do you plan the destruction of Velaris all by yourself?”
Internally she slapped herself. She needed to make friends, not enemies. She was still here with one goal. “I mean-“
Was that… laughter?
“It does look like that doesn’t it.” He said with a genuine smile that even reached his eyes. 
“I will give them to Mor, she will bother you to bake more as soon as I give these, you know that, right? 
She tried not to let jealousy run through her body at the mention of the beautiful blonde's name. Just as she pushed away the speculatory thoughts that entered her brain. It was none of her business what -or who- he did.
So, instead, she asked, “How is Mor?”
“She’s good. As long as Emerie is not in the vicinity.” 
Emerie. One of her best friends when she still lived in Velaris. A mixture of sadness and nostalgia quickly made its way into her chest. Memories of late-night readathons and Saturday hangouts ran through her brain. Something inside her kept her from reaching out earlier. Maybe it was fear of rejection, or the guilt of leaving them. Either way, she needed to see them.
This was also a chance for new beginnings. With a smile, she made a mental note to hunt both of them down tomorrow.
Suddenly, Azriel's hand moved to her face and her treacherous body became paralyzed in anticipation until he spoke the words, “You have something on your face,” and all tension slithered away.
“Here,” he said as took a handkerchief out of his pocket. When he removed whatever was on her face, brown stained the previously pristine white cloth.
“Gross!” she exclaimed. 
“You can say that. What is that?” He asked as he leaned nonchalantly against the black marble wall.
“Azriel,” she said as she slapped him against his chest. “You let me walk around with that on my face?” With her entire being she wished for the ground to swallow her up.
“Is it gone?” she asked feeling incredibly vulnerable. Two strong hands moved to grab her shoulders to guide her to the glass doors. When she stood in front of the giant reflecting surface, she saw his body towering over her smaller frame. And she saw hazel eyes that bore into her with such intensity that her breath caught in her throat.
“See you look fine,” he said as he resumed his earlier position, seemingly unaffected by whatever she thought she saw.
“Why are you really here?” he asked with his arms crossed.
Time to spill the beans.
Although she could already guess his answer, she still had to try. “The Christmas competition it’s-“
“Absolutely not,” he said before she could even finish her sentence.
“Absolutely not? That’s interesting” a deep voice said from around the corner. “Do tell me more.” The stranger urged. 
When she saw the black hair and unique eyes that she could swear were purple some days, she finally recognized the male.
“Brother,” Azriel replied in a slightly annoyed voice. 
“Uncle Az,” the beautiful child with the same black hair and unique eyes practically screamed from behind Rhysand.
In one easy swoop, Azriel picked the child up as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
 “Who is that?” the child said from his uncle’s arms.
“Nyx, meet Gwyn, Gwyn meet Nyx,” Rhysand said smoothly.
The little boy stretched his hand out, one she gratefully accepted as she said “Hello Nyx, nice to meet you. I love your hat.”
“Thank you, my mommy made it for me,” Nyx said.
“She is beautiful, Uncle Az,” he whispered loudly into Azriel’s ear.
Gwyn could swear she saw Azriel’s eyebrows slightly elevate and his eyes widen before it returned to its stoic position.
When Azriel remained silent, Rhysand filled the empty space when he said “Welcome back Gwyn, how have you been?”
He was still as kind and charismatic as he was in high school. With a smile she answered, “I’ve been good. Thank you. How have you been?”
“Busy,” he said as he playfully ran a hand over Nyx’s head.
“So brother. What were you talking about that warranted such heavy exclamations?”
With a sigh, he answered “The Christmas competition.”
“CHRISTMAS,” Little Nyx answered with his legs shaking so hard she was impressed with Azriel’s strong hold.
“Uncle Az, Uncle Az, Uncle Az, do it, do it, do it.”
With a smile she raised her hands in the air, to tell him ‘not my fault’.
His threatening eyes told her ‘very much your fault’.
“I will come by tomorrow and I’ll discuss it, but I’m not promising anything, little man,” Azriel said with an honesty she admired. Most people would sugarcoat it only to never come back to it later.
“Okay, okay,” Nyx said surprisingly understanding.
With a pang of sadness, she admired the sight in front of her.
She missed the easiness of family. The brutal honesty and the total acceptance.
Sudenly, it felt less like a reunion and more like an intrusion. With a soft cough she anounced "It was so nice to meet you Nyx. And really nice to see you again Rhysand.”
With determinate eyes she looked straight into his as she said “I’ll see you tomorrow, Azriel. And remember CHRISTMAS." Was it evil? Maybe. But was it worth it? Definitely.
"CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS." Little Nyx exclaimed. And Gwyn couldn't help her smile.
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dylansoldhair · 2 years
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Pretty Fly For A White Guy
Context: You meet Rodrick at battle of the bands.
Warnings: Language 
Series: Part 1 
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Backstage was packed with sweaty men all waiting to play their shitty music in hopes they could win the ‘big cash prize’. I looked towards my bandmates who were all snickering at the other bands rehearsing. 
“Boys, I don’t think we have much to worry about.” I smirked.
I watched as some of the men turned to glare at me, one even stood up, squaring himself up so he looked like a Minecraft character, he clearly had brawn but not much brain. 
“What did you just say little girl?” He was clearly attempting to make his voice deeper and more intimidating. He had tattoos lining his receding hairline and his teeth were rotting more than my granddad’s corpse. 
“I said, it looks like we don’t have much competition sweetheart.” I batted my eyes at him and he scoffed. 
“A girl and a metal band don’t mix, I’d like to see you even try to win this shit. Enjoy making a fool out of yourself.” His band mates chortled and snorted like wild animals as Minecraft Steve indulged in the attention. 
“Yeah I will enjoy making a fool out of you, Steve.” I smiled before turning to give the band a pep talk. Suddenly, I felt something hard hit me in the ribs and I keeled over, gasping for breath, “The... bastard... just punched me...” 
“Good luck winning when you can’t sing sweetheart.” The man laughed, which made me giggle, causing a shot of pain to run up my side. 
“I play the drums doofus.” I glared daggers at him and he took a step back as I stood up straight, “Now kindly piss of before I take away your privilege to live.” 
He rolled his eyes like the hormonal teenager he is and stormed off, his band mates at his tail like lost sheep. I blew a piece of hair out of my face and caught eyes with a guy about my age. 
His mouth was agape in awe; his messy black hair slightly hanging over his eyes that were lined in black ink. He quickly turned away when he noticed I was staring too, but I was already going over to him. 
“Hey, you play the drums too?” I questioned, gesturing towards the drumsticks in his hands. 
Blinking rapidly, he cleared his throat, “What? Yeah, I play the drums.” 
I nodded, “Cool. This your band?” I leaned towards him, reading the logo on his T-shirt, “LÖDED DIPER... nice name.” 
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, before turning into a goofy grin, “Thanks, I chose it.”
God, he was adorable. 
“That’s so cool, so you made the band?” He nodded, “Me too! My band is over there, we’re called Silent Tyrant... I wanted a name that was ironic you know?” 
He just blinked, clearly having no idea what I was talking about, then he got distracted and his cheeks dusted pink, “That guy is glaring at you... you really showed him up huh?” 
I turned towards the man who was indeed, shooting daggers at me, “Yeah, well, I’m going to show you all up, even you...”
“Rodrick... Rodrick Heffley.” 
“Well Heffley, I wish you the best of luck, hope you come second.” I punched him on the arm as my band was called to stage, before I left, I grabbed the marker pen that was on the table and pulled the lid off with my teeth. I grabbed his hand and extended his arm, “Here’s my number Rodrick, incase I don’t see you afterwards.”
“Oh I’ll make sure I will.” He winked.
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ecargmura · 4 months
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Paradox Live The Animation Episode 9 Review - That One Hot Springs Episode
There always has to be that one episode in an anime where everyone takes an R&R to the beach, hot springs, or wherever, right? Paradox Live The Animation does the same, but they go to the hot springs—all four groups. I expect cute things to happen; nothing bad will happen, right? Right?
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Since BAE beat Akan Yatsura and will face off against cozmez in an extra battle, Allen believes they should go to a training camp to amp up their mojo for the extra round. Unfortunately, the hot springs hotel they chose to stay in is very sketchy, but luckily, they’re not the only ones staying there as Akan Yatsura, TCW and cozmez are here too! AKYR came because Zen won a muscle competition with the first place prize being a voucher for this place. The twins are in the hotel because they’re employees, which sounds way too convenient for plot purposes. TCW had to stay in the hotel because their car broke down and the place was nearby. The reason why the hotel was sketchy because of the vibes. The website didn’t even update so what they saw online was much different than what’s in front of them. It’s also sketchy because of the story about the rainbow neon stag beetle. Is it really good luck? I wouldn’t fall for that story, but since this is an anime, of course there are gullible idiots who fall for it; though, whether the beetle brings good fortune is unknown, but it does exist, which was to be expected because every “legend” told in an anime always comes true. I’m a seasoned anime watcher at this point.
As I expected, this episode is very fanservicey, but in a mild way? Like not everyone is naked, and there are cute ship moments between a few characters of the same group and of different groups. I’m sure fans and shippers are pleased. Am I pleased? Yes, but I wish I could see more? I wanted to see Satsuki and Anne interact because I heard Satsuki has a crush on them but the anime has never shown this vital piece of information. Though, I did like seeing pairs that don’t interact as much in the spotlight like Hajun and Anne without Allen, Iori and Saimon, Yohei and Zen—you know what I mean. These types of moments do feel precious too.
HOWEVER, I’m pleased with all the Allen and Kanata moments. I guess I never revealed it before, but after watching Episode 2, I did ship Allen and Kanata but they didn’t have a lot of content after that episode, so I was a bit bummed out. Episode 9 gave me all that good stuff with the way Allen and Kanata were positioned in a suggestive manner after they fell and how they bumped fists. Poor Nayuta had to be the unknown third wheel for both instances. Also, it sucks that there were no Shiki and Nayuta moments; I feel robbed.
Now we get to the bad parts. According to Saimon and Iori’s conversations, Alter Trigger might be the big bad of this whole story as all four groups have a connection and maybe Buraikan too. Saimon’s bar is possibly bought out by Alter Trigger, who has a connection to Ryu. Iori’s group was investigating phantometal cases, which might have been the reason for the death of the previous head years ago. Hajun’s family might be affiliated with them. There’s a high possibility that Nayuta’s experiments were caused by them. I’m actually anticipating what’s to come with them. Speaking of groups, I know that black haired guy is Buraikan due to his picture being on the vinyl record cover. However, I thought ramen guy was that same guy? Are they not? Is one of them the other Buraikan guy? Speaking of which, what ever happened with the other guy? He’s more of a mystery than Nayuta at this point.
I’m honestly scared for Allen. Just when he was getting pumped up for the song he was going to write, his douchebag of a father had to sent a dude as a messenger that his dad wanted to see him. Oh snap. Shit is going down and I’m not gonna enjoy it at all. If Mr. Sugasano dares be a jerk, I will transmigrate into this world and ignite him on fire. WHAT DO YOU WANT, SIR?
I’m not ready for next week. Though, I do wonder if this is going to affect the performance in some way? No, right? BAE has been established as the main group, so I do expect them to win and face off against BURAIKAN. Oh wait…don’t tell me…Allen’s father has affiliation with Alter Trigger? This is getting even more suspenseful now. Speaking of which, is this episode anime original? Please let me know!
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the-himawari · 1 year
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A3! Usui Masumi - Spotlight: Hanasaki High & Ouka High Mini Conversations Translation
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*Please read disclaimer on blog
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Practise Conversation 1
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Before I joined the theatre troupe, I just went to school because I was told to. And I went along with the classes and events without any real reason.
But after I met you and joined the troupe… My daily life and my student life—everything changed.
There were times I thought it’d be boring going to school without you, so I didn’t want to go.
But I was happy you were supporting me. And I liked it when you’d ask about school and chat with me after I came home.
Also, everyday became noisy after I started going to Hana High with Sakuya and Banri.
So I think things have changed, in more ways than one.
Practise Conversation 2
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Come to think of it, there was a swimming competition in the summer back during my Hana High days.
When I told Tasuku, he told me to aim for a good time since I swim pretty fast.
As a result, for some reason, I started practicing swimming with Tasuku.
But you wished me good luck, and I imagined you waiting for me at the finish line during the race, so I swam with all my might.
Because of you, I was able to set new personal record at the swim meet.
…Well, it might have slightly been thanks to training with Tasuku too.
Practise Conversation 3
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The cultural festival at Hana High is one of my special memories from high school.
It’s because you came and we got to walk around inside the school together.
I was happy that I was able to serve you at my class’s food booth, and that we got to explore cultural festival together, even if our time was short.
It was really cute how you were excited to see the booths and how your eyes lit up when you wanted to go check out the next ones…
I was overjoyed I got to show you around the school that I attended…
It felt just like we were classmates and having fun at a school event together. I was so happy.
I told you this before, but Fuyou University holds its own school festival, so you have to come. I’ll check for all the food booths, exhibits and programs that I think you’ll like.
It'll feel like we go to the same school again. This time, I’d like to walk around together while holding hands.
Masumi & Taichi Talk
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Taichi: You were you hella popular with the ladies back in your Hana High days, weren’t you, Masumi-kun!
Masumi: Whatever. Not that I cared.
Taichi: Eh~. There could’ve been a whole shoujo manga series written about you, dude… Wait, if that’s true, then did you experience all sorts of situations that I wish would happen to me!?
Masumi: Ha? What do you mean?
Taichi: Like getting called to the rooftop and getting confessed to. Oh, or having a love letter placed in your locker!
Masumi: …I feel like those happened, but I barely remember.
Taichi: ARE YOU SERIOUS!? Then did girls from different schools also wait at your school gate? And did Valentine’s chocolates get placed on your desk!?
Masumi: …I think those happened too, but I had no interest.
Taichi: WOAHHH, AWESOME! What about turning the corner and bumping into a girl with a piece of bread in her mouth on your way to school, and it turns out she was a transfer student!?
Masumi: That never happened.
Taichi: It didn’t, huh~. Then how about exchanging a notebook with someone and then you saw a heart-fluttering message written on the edge of the page!
Masumi: That didn’t happen either. But that sounds like good reference for a situation with Director, so explain it to me in detail.
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nogoodnik-captions · 1 year
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Kate and Sophie
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(Sequel to this: https://at.tumblr.com/nogoodnik-captions/kate-charlotte-and-lindsey/oyvsrlhfbsoe. Kate Upton morph by @jimmyjacks99 from Tumblr)
“Excuse me, m'aam, I think you dropped this…” Kate looked nervously at the bouncy, bikini-clad brunette holding her precious stone before her. “Say, aren't you Kate Upton?” She said. “I knew you were pretty big, but I guess I didn't know the half of it!” She giggled, bouncing her breasts as she lept up slightly. Despite Kate's immense increase in size, this made Kate somewhat insecure. She couldn't stand competition of any sort at this point. By the end of the day, those breasts would become part of hers…
“I'm Sophie, by the way. Sophie Mudd. I'm also a bikini model, like you.” She leaned in for a handshake, trying to get around the titanic T-cups. “I know of you.” Kate said with a bitter tone and expression on her face. This girl had the wishing stone, and a considerable bust of her own to begin with. She was not about to have her hard work undone so quickly.
“Let's cut the bullshit.” Kate said, then she rushed forward, grabbed Sophie into an embrace, pressing her gigantic breasts onto the brunette's comparatively reasonable F-cups, then started locking lips with her new rival. Sophie was in shock as the cameras started rolling and snapping photos again. One photographer couldn't contain themselves, saying “This is so hot!” Kate, as much as she didn't want to admit it, was finding kissing other girls and rubbing breasts together rather arousing, her nipples hardening as she rubbed against Sophie's own. That, plus asserting her dominance, made her feel like the queen of the world. Maybe she'd do more lesbian shoots after this. But as she kept Sophie in a hard embrace, almost wrapping her boobs around the other girl, she started noticing something…nothing was changing. They were both still the same size!
Sophie still held on tight to the wishing stone, and as it turned out, it had chosen her as the new wielder. Sophie was also starting to piece together a few things. Two loose bikini tops laid on the towels behind them. This made Sophie curious, but soon she would be made completely aware. The stone glowed, and Sophie had finally realized what had happened, seeing those Kate had affected previously within her mind. She pushed away from Kate, who fell over, grounded by her massive mounds.
“So, you stole from other girls with this thing?” Sophie held up the stone and Kate looked up in shock. “How did you figure it out?” Kate yelled back. “Context clues…but the stone's given me power now…hmmm, what should I wish for?” Kate was petrified with fear. “You know, I guess I should thank you for thinning the herd of busty blondes in this field. Maybe brunettes like me, or maybe some redheads can get more work. It's a shame that you're one of the few remaining…maybe we should change that.” “You wouldn't dare!” Kate screamed in anger, as she tried get back up, but Sophie silently made her wish, and as Kate rushed to attack her and steal the stone back, she instead had her breasts fall into Sophie's grasp, after the busty brunette set the stone aside. With all of her might, plus a little magic assistance, Sophie ripped off Kate's bikini top, which was already struggling to stay on, then hefted both naked breasts up to her mouth and started sucking Kate's nipples.
Kate cried out in fear, though her moans sort of mixed between that, sadness, and arousal. It was already an improbable turn of events for her to find the wishing stone and steal two other famous models' breasts, but lose it all in one day was the worst turn of luck. She felt her breasts slowly drain, while Sophie started feeling hers start to wobble and overflow from her bra. Sophie bounced the shrinking masses in her hands, adding insult to Kate's injury as the growing brunette nibbled on Kate's now M-cup mounds, which seemed to serve to make things go even faster. Sophie pressed forward, taking her mouth off, but squishing her own growing M-cups onto Kate's, reminding her of what she was losing. Sophie's breasts started to engulf Kate's, and Sophie locked Kate into another embrace, this time where she'd be dominant, and kissed her deeply, her tongue lashing around in the blonde's mouth. Kate couldn't help but be submissive, with R-cups smashing onto her currently still shrinking H-cups. It seemed there was no end in sight, and what made it even sadder for Kate was that she was getting a bit wet over it, which made her hate her circumstances even further.
Kate soon was down to “mere” D-cups, and she dropped to the floor to see Sophie standing triumphantly, posing with what must have been V-cups. This rack was absurd! It must've been one of the biggest pairs on the planet, if not THE biggest. It completely covered her slim stomach, to say the least of it. Kate tried to get away, but Sophie shook her finger at her and smirked. “I don't think you've fully learned your lesson yet. You were too greedy. I may not want to be this big all the time. Maybe I'll donate some of it to other girls in need. But you. You just wanted absurdly huge tits at the expense of others. So consider this karma. For my next wish, I wish for all of your remaining breasts to not only transfer to me, but for you to be forever incapable of being anything other than flat!”
The magic seemed to freeze Kate in place, as she went wide-eyed with horror, as she felt herself go from D, to C, to B, then A, then finally nothing. If she were a B or a C, she might've looked cute, had something to work with. But now, she had nothing. Her claim to fame was completely gone. Forever. She felt nothing but dread as she watched Sophie grow, at this point, only slightly, given how much more a “V-cup” must've been than D. But those were officially the biggest breasts on the planet. Fucking Z-cups even. Their massive amounts of jiggle mocked her now. Kate fell onto a towel, trying to face away from any cameras. Sophie Mudd was now a superstar, completely dethroning one of the big boobs queens, definitively claiming the throne for herself, and she would be kind enough to even give some to those in need, she said. Kate felt like the biggest, most hubris-filled idiot in the world right now…
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zhongrin · 1 year
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Hey there Mei! How have you been? Haha, I'm so sorry it's been a while since our last chat, paperwork had kept me busy since Yae Publishing House's supposed "blunder" during the Warrior's Spirit competition.
Listen, may I steal your lover for a moment? Dor– Albedo, let's have a chat. It'll just be a quick walk. Oh no, please stay where you are, Mei. I'd like for us to talk privately. Hmm? Haha, of course, I'm not keeping secrets from you. Chief Alchemist, shall we head out?
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"Dorian", I presume that's your true name? You've switched with the real "Albedo" didn't you? If you haven't and Cretaceus had become naturally deranged, well I'd be damned.
It's as cold as I remember here in Dragonspine, then again it'd be foolish for me to expect anything else from a near abandoned location.
Hmph. I saw that– I'd be a bit wiser if I were you. Until you're confident that you can best one of Khaenri'ah's royal captains, you ought to sheathe that sword fast. You are not even certain if I am your enemy. Why don't you act more like your successor and be less... Feral.
I only ask for three answered questions, surely it'd all be answered by the time we reach the outskirts. Unlike the other Khaenri'ahn Captain you might know, your answers here do have a bearing on how you'll leave this place. Still, I implore you to avoid hesitation and speak from the heart. And do not lie, for no primordial tongue nor eyes can deceive me. Before I became Mei's friend, I was also Rhine's. I watched her design you– albeit my preferences were one of the reasons why you had blonde hair and blue eyes in the first place.
First question, do you love Mei? "Are you serious"– of course I am. She is a friend and in all my years of living, I've discovered that it is unfortunately difficult to find people like her. I only wish the best for her. If your intentions are true, then I shall ponder over whatever you propose. You are Rhine's creation, and therefore one of our own. I could be an ally by the end of this talk, so play nice.
But once again, do NOT lie. "Kjærligheten er som vinden, du kan ikke se den, men du kan føle den"– I will know if you do attempt to lie. No wind is too "loud" for me to know the truth.
Second question, is this a scheme to get back at the Gods? As you may have noticed, I am also Khaenri'ahn– Mondstadters sure find it difficult to spot us from the crowd, hmm? Back to the matter at hand, coveting the Geo Archon's beloved spouse would surely be considered more than a petty crime in the eyes of divinity. Since the incident 500 years ago, I've threaded a thin line of neutrality when it comes to my homeland and Celestia. I must know if I could support your motivations, I do hope you understand.
Lastly, what do you plan on doing once the timer runs out? You should be well aware that your brainwashing won't last long. It was only luck that this astral fake sky aligned to grant you this opportunity. Do you intend to continue harassing her when you now have the Acting Grand Sage of the Akademiya and that "Funeral Consultant" behind your back?
... Don't ponder on the last question for too long. The answer to the first question is vital– everything else is secondary.
Now, won't you be a dear and start talking? I hate returning Rhine's experiments in more than one piece.
"wai- ansy- but- wha- aaand there they go..."
the girl stared at the two retreating back in the distance, a small pout forming on her lips.
"no, seriously, why are my friends being like this..."
"...."
"'secrets'..."
she absentmindedly toyed with the little belt on her hip, fingers clenching around nothing.
"something's..... weird...."
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".... i certainly did not expect a sudden interrogation from someone i just met while being fully conscious for the very first time in this timeline," he sheathed back his sword and eyed the human(?) being in front of him impassively, "forgive the hostility. you lot have been quite... resilient, in your attempts. and suffice to say i am not in a good mood."
he falls back into step with them while keeping a safe distance away, three pairs of eyes observing each other silently before he decides to break the silence. 
"i suppose i could entertain you for a while. what an amusing set of questions. let's see..."
"for your first question - at first i have to admit, i saw her as a peculiar subject; nothing more, nothing less. but her... devotion, you could say, was admirable and fascinating. and as we spent time together, we became curious."
"how does it feel like to be loved so wholly and unconditionally by someone?"
"how does it feel like to know that there would always be that one person, who would support and follow you to the edge of the universe regardless of what you are?"
"how does it feel to be willingly given and to hold such a fragile thing, fully knowing that i would be able to simply crush them?"
he chuckled when their bloodlust clawed on his synthetic skin.
"i'm not done. that was all it was in the beginning, yet...," his face twists into a melancholic expression making him look almost... vulnerable.
when he finally resumed his speech, however, his voice is steady, and he remains stoic throughout the rest of his answer.
"love... is a concept we still struggle to understand fully. but at the very least, i'd like to think what i feel for her is something along that line. emotions were never my strong suit, but even synthetic beings evolve, mx. ansy. i'm sure you know of this quite well, don't you? at the end of the day, as i have been telling you all: i do not wish to harm her."
the snow crunch under their shoes as the two continued their leisurely walk through the blizzard. the snowstorm didn't seem to have any effect on either of them as they climbed the slopes, and so the homunculus continued.
"secondly - i know you might have a hard time believing this, but no. i do not wish to mess with the divinity by doing this. i merely saw someone who managed to light my days, to put it in simple terms. this is why i do not understand why everyone seems to be quite... hostile, when faced with the knowledge of our relationship. i understand that change is sometimes hard to accept, but change and growth is often on the same side, is it not?"
"and lastly..... when the timer runs out?"
he falls into a short silence, eyes narrowing and a small incline tugging at the corner of his lips. his soles snap a dead branch into two.
"let's just say, i have countermeasures set in place."
his footsteps stop, and with an obviously faked smile, he extended his hand for a parting handshake, "normally i would have said to please give my regards to your beloved royal knight, but... it seems like you're dealing with some issues of your own, so i'll spare you the anguish. despite such circumstances, you still made yourself check up on a friend after all, so i think it deserves at least a little sympathy."
"i believe you'll get an opportunity to continue speaking with me directly very soon, for as long as you want. so please, do not act rashly. i really do want to keep it civil between us. now. i believe that should answer all of your questions."
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Here's a first post on a blog that'll either come out seeming either incredibly prescient, or incredibly arrogant, depending on how my life works out. I'm writing this particular post for an audience that doesn't exist, yet I'm fairly certain one day will. I've been working on improving my writing for most of my life, and it was only over the last few years that I've finally reached a point where I feel like my quality is at a publishable level. As a result, this post immediately predates my attempts to start tossing it out into the world to see how it will do.
As for why I'm addressing a hypothetical audience, I can't precisely say. I'm making this post because I want to leave a record of who I was when I was starting. I want to show people that the authors they take inspiration from, the metaphorical titans that their subconscious places so far above themselves, started in many ways the same as them. It's quite narcissistic to assume that some people will one day look at my works in a similar way, but the one area of my life I don't lack confidence in is my writing. I know I'm good. Better, even, than a number of people that make a living off of writing. So long as I can persevere in my efforts until luck strikes and I land a profitable position, I'll make it. Who knows how long that will take, but I intend to work too hard to be ignored forever. What matters to me in this moment, and hopefully matters to me when I eventually reach that fabled zenith of success, is cementing a record of what I was when I started. I intend to record in this post all that I wish I knew about the artists I look up to, when they were at the same point in their career. How did they live their life? What were they doing when it all began? What were they like, before they had proof that their work was worth something to anyone but themselves? So, in an effort to answer that, I'm going to record below the state of my very current self with far more honesty than I normally would feel comfortable with.
I'm writing this on an iPad my father recently gave me (he traded in several other apple devices to afford it, but I still worry he spent too much on me), on a desk short enough that my poor and leaned-back posture uncomfortably shoves my gut into its front edges. My aunt's 12 year old chihuahua, Emma, is sitting to my left, in the dog bed we purchased for her, and the tablespace to my iPad's right is littered with the half-completed pieces of a lego typewriter I'd intended to finish over a month ago. I began the day listening to Machine Girl, both because I enjoy their music and because I intend to fly to a Denver concert to meet up with my friend in a few months. I'm listening through bluetooth headphones (a glitchy type of wireless connection, if bluetooth technology has been left behind by the time I end up successful) that I worry were too expensive, but I enjoy too much to return, and my phone's music app, Spotify, has long since worked through the album I'd selected at the start of the day. Now it's playing a random selection of upbeat electronica, none of which I recognize or particularly enjoy, but neither do I find offensive to my tastes. Above my desk is a framed portrait of my first published work, a piece of poetry that won a college competition, and it's been hanging there for a month without providing me the inspiration I'd hoped it would. I never turned in the $50 check I'd won for it, or attended the ceremony. I don't know why, but both scared me.
The Texas weather is pleasantly cold, for us, at 34 degrees, and I've been enjoying the familiar back-and-forth argument about the quality of the weather that I carry on with my warm-natured Grandmother, who I live with. She's let me stay with her for coming up on three years now, at first while I attended college, now while I work the only full time job I could find with a $15 an hour wage. I dropped out of my college ASL Interpreter course for a variety of reasons, including but not limited to disillusionment with Deaf Culture, anxiety, the Coronavirus pandemic, executive function disorder, and a litany of other factors too obscure for me to recall at the moment. I fear that chief among them is a profound but hidden nature of laziness, some sort of apathy that is intrinsic to my being, but I constantly fight against that fear. I have an appointment scheduled with my doctor coming up, to review the anxiety meds that I feel have steadily declined in efficacy, and I've sat with my shirt uncomfortably hiked up my side for who knows how long because I've been too lazy to adjust how I'm sitting. My right eye twitches uncontrollably every now and then, probably from dehydration, because I have a knowingly unhealthy predilection for any kind of flavored drink that isn't water. Mostly soda, if I'm honest, though I won't name the brand because I hate corporations. At least I recently switched to diet versions.
I finished my first book about six or seven weeks ago, a pseudo-fanfiction of the Monster Hunter franchise. It's a good book, I'd say. Not amazing, not terrible, but enjoyable, and there's many parts of it I'm proud of.
It's thus far the pinnacle of my personal achievements in life.
I gave it to my friends to review, particularly interested in two of their opinions, and one has finished and enjoyed it. I've grown up constantly being told how amazing my writing is, to the point that the words feel dull and dishonest, but these friends knows that, and it's their criticisms that truly filled me with pride. My father is reading it, constantly reinforcing to me how amazing it is, but I know he has more than a little bias. It's only when my work is honestly critiqued that I feel a sense of pride in it, because the highlighting of what's wrong implies that all that wasn't mentioned was truly of quality. I await my second friend's completion of the book with absurdly baited breath, an anticipation stronger than any Christmas Eve eagerness I'd felt as a child.
I've planned making this post for years now, because the idea of leaving a permanent record of what I was at the beginning has always been attractive to me, and thousands of pages worth of content have flitted through my mind at some point or another. Yet, sitting here and actually writing it, I feel my motivation flagging. I know, very consciously, that I will quickly regret leaving this post so short. I know, logically, that it is my hunger and lack of ADHD medication in my system that is leading to my desire to leave this post as it is, but that knowledge doesn't make the impulse easier to dismiss. I could take my medicine, eat something, and return to it a moment later, but a tingling sense of tiredness is creeping from my shoulderblades to crawl down my arms. It's a sensation like stretching when tired, a desire to give up on what I'm doing. That I've continued typing is remarkable.
I think, if you're reading this for its intended purpose, which would be insight on my state of being when I was still unsuccessful, these last sentences might sum up my present self the best. I have irritable ticks, compulsive scratching and popping of pimples. I constantly daydream of writing, but flag after three or four hours of working on projects. My utmost fear is not that my work will be of poor quality, but that I will lack the drive to complete it. I am terrified of my difficulties forcing myself to work on my passions, because I know that that laziness, or tiredness, or whatever word might exist in some language to accurately describe it, is my largest obstacle to success.
I suppose, if you're reading this in ten years, I'll have succeeded.
Thank God.
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The Chosen Ones
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Freyja sat in the common room with Cedric, both doing the homework they were assigned from today's classes. It was rarely ever silent between the two of them, but it was certainly a comfortable silence, one that was eventually broken by Cedric.
"Can we talk, Frey?" he asked her. He looked over at her, scared of what her response would be.
Nervously, Freyja spoke, "What is it, Ced? You look awfully pale. Do you need water?"
"No, Frey," he said as he held her hand in his, "I wanted to talk to you about the tournament."
She felt her heart drop to her stomach. She hoped, prayed, that he was simply joking.
"I want to put my name in the goblet."
"Cedric, no. It's dangerous. You could get seriously injured. I've never gotten in the way of your pride, but I won't let you do this," she scolded him. She let him enter in the dueling matches, the potion competitions, and play in the quidditch games, though quidditch was still something she regularly tried to talk him out of. It pained her to see him hurt or stressed, and he managed to do it quite often.
"This opportunity won't come but this once in my life. I can't assure you that I won't injure myself once or twice, but I promise I'll always come back to you. If you truly do not want me to enter, I won't. You know I would never go against your wishes," he spoke to her gently, desperately trying to calm her down.
"You promise?" she cried.
"I promise."
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Dinner had finished, and Cedric was getting more anxious by the moment. He had barely even touched his food, waiting to find out who had been chosen. Freyja, on the other hand, feasted. Unlike Cedric, she stress ate; it took her mind off things. Everyone began to find their seats as Dumbledore spoke.
"Good luck, mate," Laurence whispered to Cedric. He nodded back, too nervous to trust his voice to speak properly.
"You got this, Ced," Vera added. She smiled, not expecting a response, knowing how nervous he must be.
Dumbledore dimmed the lights, the goblet of fire now illuminating most of the room. The cup turned an angry shade of red and spat out the first piece of paper.  She wanted nothing more than the paper to have anyone else's name but Cedric's. Cedric wished the opposite, hoping he could finally relieve himself of the anticipation.
"The Durmstrang Champion is... Victor Krum!" Dumbledore announced. Relieved, Freyja sat back in her seat and politely clapped for the new champion. Once again, the fire went red, and Freyja went back to being anxious. However, as soon as she saw the circular parchment lined with blue, she relaxed.
"The champion for Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour."
Again, she clapped, along with everyone else. One left, and it had to be Hogwarts. She tensed, and so did Cedric. Just like it had the first two times, the goblet spewed out a piece of paper from its burning red flames. She couldn't wait to hear what Dumbledore would announce. Thankfully, he spared her the pause.
"The Hogwarts champion: Cedric Diggory."
Her heart sunk. She truly hoped she wouldn't be hearing his name tonight, but she smiled for him and pushed him up out of his seat. He looked excited beyond belief, and she couldn't help but be happy for him.
He received many handshakes, hugs, and pats on the back from his fellow classmates. This is what he had wanted, and he couldn't be happier now that he got it. After Dumbledore's thankfully short speech, the Triwizard Cup was revealed. It glowed blue, and it was lined beautifully with silver. She was so entranced by the cup, she hadn't even noticed the goblet's flames flying around above it.
"What's going on with the cup?" Thomas asked.
"It's not supposed to be doing that. The three have been chosen," Vera replied as they stared in confusion. It quickly turned to shock when the flames turned red as if they were about to reveal another champion. Another paper flew out, landing in Dumbledore's hands.
The room was silent as they all waited to hear the name that was on the paper. Dumbledore looked just as shocked as the rest. He mumbled the name, but not loud enough to be heard by anyone but himself. He said it again, louder this time:
"Harry Potter!"
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mahdithemagician · 11 months
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Secrets Hidden In The Leaves An unbelievable secret of the leaves is that they are alive.
They may seem to the uninitiated to be inanimate but they are as alive as the forests from which they came. Spend enough time with them and you will know them. They may have a will of their own, as you will learn. Each card has its own personality that is revealed through connecting with them. You will notice when they tease you and inconvenience you, showing themselves when you wish to hide them. Some are ambitious while others prefer to work for you in secret, certain cards want to hide and a few want to be seen. The cards hide many secrets and if you devote yourself to them they will reveal their secrets to you. They only obey one whom they respect and their respect and obedience cannot be bought, it must be earned.
Cards are painted with hope and bring color to our desires. Many a man has partaken in that old, time honored, venerable tradition of matching wits and wallets over a game of cards. As many or more women have entrusted their hearts to the turn of a card promising their awaited future. Some lose when some gain and there are those who choose not to play as the pain of losing can be greater than the pleasure of winning. Others choose to live on blind luck and shuffles dreaming of the ever elusive big score.
Traditionally playing cards were completely unique as every leaf of paper had to be illustrated, painted and cut by hand. Centuries ago these playthings were pieces of art commissioned by the wealthy. We know this because some have survived and are documented, however, I suspect that even peasants fashioned their own cards with what materials they had available to them but that these did not survive to be passed down generation to generation.
Eventually packs of cards would be mass-produced on printing presses. The wooden and metal plates were designed to create uniform images but as the ink was unevenly placed and applied the cards would be completely unique in their own way with the ink bleeding outside of its margins. Seeing these cards and their wonderful patterns and imperfections greatly inspired me in my own deck, Hidden Leaves No. 5.
Hidden Leaves are a love letter to the long line of creators of the leaves throughout time. Having observed playing cards very closely it is my opinion that some of the most iconic playing card designs were created by the same artist around the 1880s. I believe this designer left hints in the classic Tally-Ho and Rider designs and that he left them as signatures. Artists were kept anonymous by the companies they worked for in an effort to reduce competition and thus fees of artists back in those days. Sadly, we have never been able to discover the artist of those classic designs but I have recognized his style and motifs. Some of these motifs and philosophy have been incorporated into Hidden Leaves as a tribute to this incredible and unknown artist.
Part of that tribute is to not explain certain elements of the design but rather allow you to connect with the deck and the art and initiate yourself into its mysteries. When we look at things we don’t understand we ask questions and when we ask questions we are able to go outside ourselves and hopefully step into the eyes and the mind of another and connect with their knowledge, their taste, and ideas. Every deck of cards is different even if they are made from the same materials at the same printing press. Paper quality changes between batches and environmental factors such as the temperature and humidity can greatly affect how the cards feel when they come out of the printer. Most people could never tell by touch but those learned in the cards can tell the difference, sight unseen with just a touch.
A deck of cards is like a bird, hold it too tightly and you will kill it but hold it too loosely and it will fly away from you. One must learn how to handle the cards to accomplish their task. Some techniques require a new deck and very gentle touches while other techniques irreversibly bend the cards so that they are never the same again. Only experience will allow you to understand the cards. Proper instruction can help, if you can find it.
The true lore and history of the leaves have been lost to time. They have appeared throughout time in different places under different names. We have tracked them down throughout the centuries but even the earliest references to them say that they are very old. From our study, the earliest mentions of them relate to them being toys used to play games of chance. Their uses for divination is written about later but we are wise enough to know that we do not know their true history.
The medieval people, with their limited knowledge of foreign people combined with Biblical stories of Egypt, associated strange sojourners with that most famous land and named them (-E)gyp(-t)sies. Legends and myths color our imagination with gypsy fortune tellers working with secret oracles disguised as paper. The cards themselves are ancient, mysterious and ritualistic. Their esoteric connections leave one wondering about their provenance.
Playing cards have two colors, red and black, signifying the day and the night.
There are fifty-two cards in a deck, the same number of weeks in a year.
Every year has four seasons and the deck has four suits, one for each season.
There are thirteen cards in a suit and there are thirteen lunar cycles in a year.
Finally, if you add up all the values in a deck, with Aces being one, Jacks as eleven, Queens are twelve and Kings as thirteen, plus one for the Joker you get 365, the number of days in a year. No one has ever been able to explain how or why ancient astrological wisdom was secretly encoded in a toy.
There is a high probability that anytime a deck of playing cards is shuffled it is the first and last time that it will ever be in that exact order. The sheer number of combinations has made them ideal tools for gaming and divination. You can spend your whole life with cards and they will generate new gameplay scenarios and stories for you to explore. Every time you shuffle a deck of fifty-two cards, the chance of it ending up in the order it appears is 52 factorial or 8.1 times 10⁶⁷. These are numbers that we simply cannot understand. To try to illustrate this to you, I want you to try to understand that there are more possible combinations of a shuffled deck of playing cards than there are atoms on the entire Earth. It’s simply mind blowing. If you added the possibility of some cards being face-up or face-down in the shuffle the amount of unique combinations would be more than the amount of atoms that exist in the whole universe.
Playing cards are the most recognizable tool for gambling, gaming, divination and magic in the entire world. You would be hard-pressed to find someone who has never held a deck of cards as most people have one laying around their house. How is it that one of the most known objects in the world is one of the least understood? I can only tell you to ask the cards themselves.
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jaydigitalexpert · 11 months
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How Relevant is SEO to Etsy?
If you paid attention, you'd realize how often the term "SEO" pops up whenever Etsy is being discussed. When there's a complaint about low sales, the first question you're asked is, "How well did you optimize your SEO?" and let's be honest; many of us have no idea what SEO means! Those who manage to know are clueless as to how it works.
The prevailing question then is, is SEO really that crucial a tool for marketing and overall sales in Esty? Better put, do I really need SEO?
Well, first, let's examine what SEO is.
SEO is an acronym for Search Engine Optimization. It is a useful tool for allowing sites appear easily when a keyword relating to its niche is searched for. SEO gives visibility and visibility brings traffic. This traffic in turn, converts to sales. And what store owner doesn't like sales, eh?
SEO thrives on keywords. Keywords are used to link to other words or information. Take for example, your store sells pieces of jewelry. You can't just state in your product description that you sell jewelry; you have to be way more specific. As specific as niching down to exactly what type of jewelry you sell: what it's made from; at times, its specification, its color, its texture, and so on.
Why is this necessary? So that you differentiate yourself from every other "jewelry seller" in the lot. If a buyer searches cufflinks, for instance, guess whose name will pop up? Yes, yours! Same applies if your niche is bracelets, bangles, bead jewelry, etc. All need to be properly specified. Keywords are meant to make you stand apart and should not be treated with levity.
If you're still clueless on how to go about the optimization of your Etsy store, seek the advice of a professional. Etsy has become too fiercely competitive to think a pretty banner and logo with a few listings would be enough to capture all the buyers you seek. It doesn't work that way anymore. You need to be strategically positioned for sales!
Etsy does offer its sellers various mediums to optimize SEO either in the shop setup, description, listings, or tags. All are made available so you can position your Etsy shop for the right type of traffic adequately.
For beginners, Etsy Hunt is a great tool to help you research for keywords pertaining to what you sell. It offers an analytical breakdown of product research, keyword research, shop rankings, and Etsy reviews. So make use of it, get your SEO right, and start making those sales!
I wish you the best of luck!
Are you stuck and need help on any Etsy-related topic? Feel free to drop me a message, I'm here for you.
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Hello, and no worries, I forget about asks all the time!
Ooo yes, Lily of the Valley was really good, but kind of sudden in the midst of all the other craziness haha Roger's falsetto was wild, that whole song had awesome energy!
I wish you luck at your recital, and I hope it went well! How did it go? What piece did you play? How long have you been playing piano, and do you play any other instruments? That's so nice of your friend, I hope she likes her presents!
I'm sorry to hear that your whole family won't be together for Christmas, but I'm glad to hear you have some fun plans too. I'm not doing a ton, just getting together with my grandparents and cousins. We don't usually travel or do anything big for Christmas.
I haven't been doing a ton...just hanging out with friends and a lot of music related work. I'm preparing right now for the Solo+Ensemble competition in my state, it's my first year doing it, so that's kinda nerve racking and I'm preparing for my vocal exams at school when we get back from break. Then I'm also working on my ever expanding set list haha. I hung out with my friend on Saturday, and I think we're going to get together again Wednesday to rock climbing! And I'm getting my hair cut! :D
I hope you have a great day!
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I AM SO BAD AT THIS i forgot about this ask I thought i'd answered it T_T
Oh yeah, Lap of the Gods is really something!
My recital went well!!! It definitely could have been better but I'm happy with my performance. I played Venetian Gondola Song #1 by Mendelssohn! :D I've been playing the piano for about 6.5 years now- and I used to play the cello in elementary school. How about you?
That sounds lovely! Just being with family is really very nice.
A competition, that sounds exciting! I'm sure you're going to do amazing. I actually have a piano competition next year that I'm (most likely) applying for! I love rock climbing :) that sounds awesome.
What kind of style are you getting? I'm really into hair myself. Tell me all about it!
You as well!
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You’re the best to me
Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader
A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?
Genre: PG 13
Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽
The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.
Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.
‘You nervous?’
‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.
‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’
You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.
‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.
‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’
Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’
You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’
The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.
The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.
But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.
Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.
Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.
Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’
Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.
‘Stay cool. Do what you’ve been doing.’
You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.
‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.
And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.
‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.
If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.
‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.
A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.
‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.
Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’
‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’
The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.
‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.
Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.
You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’
At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.
How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?
With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.
A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️
Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️
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tender-rosiey · 3 years
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I CAME AS SOON AS I HEARD—
Dazai, Chuuya, and maybe Fyodor with an s/o that tried rlly hard to win a competition. Like, they basically dedicated sleepless nights for their entry or something but ended up not winning at all
I love ur works sdfdjskdhsj u r a beautiful human being, take care of urself <333
❥ Bsd characters with an overworked s/o that didn’t win a competition
Includes Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor
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ᴀ/ɴ: MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES FOR BEING SO LATE AND FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SUCH A LONG TIME PLEASE FORGIVE ME EVERYONE also god if I am not a competitive little shit then I don’t know what I am; anyways I am happy that you like my works and take care of yourself as well! hope you like this 💕 you are an amazing person as well 💘
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DAZAI OSAMU:
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Obviously he has been rooting for you since the beginning
From the day you were preparing for the competition to the day it happened
In those sleepless nights of yours, he had been by your side
By preparing a drink
Or snuggling to your back to comfort you when you are too tired to continue
Joking around to cheer you up every once in a while
✨ Usual Dazai Antics ✨
There are times of course when he forces you to sleep and if you refuse then he uses the reason and excuse of:
“Y/N, if you don’t sleep well then that will affect your performance in the competition; do you want everything you have done to go to waste because of lack of sleep?”
Though god forbid he accepts that reason upon himself
Convincing bastard
Anywho, per his normal and energetic persona, he was cheering for you in the competition and wishing you the best of luck with all the kisses and hugs in the world
He was so sure and confident that you would win, you worked so hard after all
More than anyone he has seen in a while
So when you are in the comfort of your home after your loss and you let your tears flow
His heart breaks for you and aches at your pain
Hence why he takes you in and pulls you in an embrace in trial to soothe you
Dazai was always someone good with his words
So the words of affirmation and the sweet nothings came out like a addicting and comforting lullaby
“It’s okay you tried your hardest, at the end we can’t do anything about the results. I am so proud of you, though.”
“You were wonderful, there will be a next time where you top everyone and I am sure.”
“Let’s just use this as a learning experience.”
“What you did was enough, we are bound to face loses.”
He is there for you all day
Will also joke around but not to the point it’s irritating or annoying
He would go to the lengths of making a fool out of himself just so he can see you smile
“MOVIE DATE NIGH BELLADONNA!”
AND CUDDLES
NAKAHARA CHUUYA:
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An absolute and great hype man
“YOU WILL KICK THEIR ASS BABE! I AM SURE OF IT!”
What do you mean it’s your competition?
Chuuya: our competition
He is so hyped and excited about it almost as much as you perhaps even more
“Dove, you are doing so well!”
I love praise pls
He is so mesmerized by your concentration and skills in it like WOAH A GODDESS/GOD?
Provides you with all the essentials
When he finds you up at night still practicing for the competition he will be mad (not actually of course ✨)
Will proceed to drag and I mean LITERALLY DRAG you to bed
Cause yeah chuuya is soft af for his s/o and we writers agreed on that BUT if your health is the cost then forget it
If you are dehydrated (which you probably are ya piece of beautiful shit) expect a cup of water with ice to be slammed gently on your desk
“Drink up, I love you too much to see you torture yourself like that.”
He will monitor you like a hawk while you are preparing for the competition
And WILL use his looks and the fact that you are head over heels for him (you have to be if you are reading about him) to fluster you into taking care of yourself
LIKE
He will take hold of your chin with two of his fingers then proceed to say the following:
“Come on now, why don’t you relax for a bit, sweetheart?”
And so it goes on until the day of the competition
He is there for you, and witnesses everything and comforts you to the best of his abilities when you are both out of sight
“I- look love, we can’t change the past, no matter how much we tried; but, we can train and work for a better future.”
“But I tried so hard, chuu! And it still wasn’t enough…”
He pulls you in an embrace and strokes your hair
“I think I saw that more than anyone, didn’t I, dove?”
He would spoil you r o t t e n
Not that he didn’t already but it just increased tenfold so he can make you happy and smile
As usual cuddles and romantic outings and settings so he can woo✨ you
“I am so proud of you for everything you have done, at the end results are just results.”
You know how some people may tell you that what matters is what is in between not the results?
The effort and things you learn on the way to achieve what you want is what matters most
I believe Chuuya has that mindset
Plus he firmly believes that you deserve the best of everything and absolute happiness
So he would be damned if he let you be too sad on his watch 🙄
FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:
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I think Fyodor is a pretty competitive person himself and hence he takes pride in you
He supports everything you do
Cause he will have more to sneakily brag about
“Ah yes, my dearest is indeed quite talented in (your preferred activity).”
Very subtle and ✨ elegant ✨ bragging though
ANYWHO
There’s the introduction
He is always looking out for you from beneath the shadows (I am the knight🦇)
I don’t think he wants to make it SUPER obvious that he cares for you as much
That’s why randomly you will find your favorite snack beside you or your preferred music playing in the background all of the sudden
And who other than the only man and person that lives in the house besides you
Obviously not his rat army
“Dear, I really think you should calm down and rest for a bit, I don’t think anything is worth putting your health at risk.”
“Fyodor, I need to win.”
“No you don’t, if it matters that much I could set competitions for you with other people so you can win and I can use them in my next plan—“
“No.”
Fast forward and this man that I bought his book is there undercover, because dazai exposed his ass before, watching your performance and competition
Now let me say, though he takes pride in you winning or being talented at something
He gives zero fucks about you losing, after all you are doing this for your own self-satisfactory purposes and contentment
It doesn’t matter to him if you win or lose as much as it matters that you are happy and content
But since this loss isn’t gonna make you happy then looks like someone is gonna go byebye
However he will save that for later and focus on comforting you
I think he will try to distract you with anything else and compliment you about everything
Like for example convince you to play a game of chess so he can take your mind off things for a bit
“You did well, losing doesn’t mean that you are talented or didn’t work hard.”
“Don’t invalidate yourself and underestimate your talents just because of a loss.”
“It isn’t worth your tears, while I know it’s hard, but I know you will make up for it for yourself and prove that you are wonderful though I am already convinced with that.”
If you just need someone to hold you then he will do so, I think he is a bit awkward and not used physical affection
But will be by your side all night and make sure you are alright
Then will proceed with bombing whoever you were going against along with the ref 😃
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ragingbookdragon · 3 years
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The Start of Something Great
Outlaws x Tamaranean!Reader
Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence and Past Abuse
Author's Note: So this is technically the start of all those One-Shots with the T!Reader. In order, they are the one you're reading right now, then this one, this one, and this one. Enjoy! -Thorne
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She watched the group socialize from her position in the corner; she’d never been out and open like Kori was. She’d always preferred to watch in silence, to observe…the years she spent captive, formed her mindset of watching and waiting for moments of weakness. Speaking of Kori, she watched her step into the room with Dick; their hands tightly clasped together.
Fighting a laugh, she glanced out the window, turning her attention to the waves as they crashed against the rocks below the tower. She wondered why she was here. She wasn’t a part of the Titans…not really. Her animosity towards leniency on justice put her at odds with just about everyone within the group, and especially the Justice League. Well, except for Diana; the Amazon was the only one who truly understood her reasoning.
But as for letting criminals go free? It didn’t happen. Rarely ever, did (Y/N) allow a criminal to walk away from her, and her mind drifted to the memory of her first mission with the Titans.
***
She stepped out of the smoldering hole in the warehouse wall and strode to the criminal crawling from her. Placing her foot square between his pelvis and spine, she stepped down with all her strength and listened to his spine crack under the strain. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and she rolled him over with her foot, glaring down at him, watching as he begged.
“Please!”
A white hot star-bolt formed in her hand and she raised it, speaking coldly. “The women you assaulted and killed did not want to die either.”
The man began to cry as she flung the bolt, watching his body incinerate, and turn to ash; she turned and began walking away, ignoring the concerned look from her sister, and the angry looks from her teammates.
They hadn’t even gotten five feet into the tower when Dick was on her like a beast to a fresh kill. “What the hell was that, (Y/N)?”
She glowered, warning him darkly, “Watch how you speak to me, Richard. I am not Kori. And you should believe me when I tell you that what I feel for you is nothing short of loathing. And loathing is quick to turn deadly should I be pushed.” (Y/N) turned to leave when he moved in front of her again.
“It doesn’t matter what you feel! You owe us an explanation!” He shot back.
She barked a cold laugh. “I owe you nothing, least of all an explanation.”
“You murdered him!”
(Y/N) narrowed her gaze. “And the point you are trying to make is?”
Dick threw his hands into the air. “It was wrong!”
“Was what he did to those innocent women also wrong?” she countered and he all but recoiled.
“Of course! But that doesn’t—”
“But nothing. He was a despicable criminal, and he deserved to die for his crimes.” (Y/N) turned around and began walking to the door.
“We aren’t executioners, Kiyahnd’r.” Dick admonished.
She froze in her spot and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes frosty towards them. “Perhaps not you, Richard. But you were not raped and beaten repeatedly as a young child.” Her gaze narrowed. “My justice is absolute in the face people who do the same thing that was done to me and my sisters. Never forget that.”
***
(Y/N) blinked, dragging herself from the memory; it hadn’t been long after that, that she found herself tangled in combat with the Justice League. Apparently, she had held out against them far longer than anyone ever had, managing to overpower The Flash and Martian Manhunter. She had almost defeated Batman when Wonder Woman and Superman intervened, subduing her. That was a fun day for (Y/N), and she remembered how Batman had made her concede killing people…mostly anyway.
The years had been decent to her and she came to terms with her life, even branching out into modeling like Kori did. They ruled the runways. But the “lone wolf” style she’d developed while in captivity still ruled her, and she found it increasingly hard to keep continuing the team. They had all gathered in the room, and she rose from her seat.
Immediately, the talking stopped as everyone turned to stare at her; Dick smiled at her from his seat, Kori perched herself across his thighs. “You alright, (Y/N)?” She met his eyes before moving to the table and setting down a small metal piece. It clinked and their eyes moved to it, as Dick questioned, “What’s that?”
“You know what it is, Richard.”
He glanced over, looking at the item, and took in the realization of what it was. “Your key to the tower?”
(Y/N) nodded. “As of now, I formally relinquish my role as a Titan.” Ignoring the shocked gasps and stares, she continued. “I will be leaving at dusk.” (Y/N) made her way to the door. “Thank you…and goodbye.” She didn’t wait for their replies, moving to her bedroom.
She closed the door and sat beside the window, occasionally glancing at her packed bag. (Y/N) had money saved up over the years, from odd jobs to her professional modeling career worldwide and she still had big money rolling into her bank account from other various sources. She would be alright; she just needed to find a place to live on her own and thrive.
A knock tore her from her thoughts, and she turned to the door. “Enter.” In walked Kori and Dick, and she sighed knowingly. “Delivering the parting words?”
“Kiyahnd’r…are you sure you want to leave?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Very.”
They sat down on her bed, a couple feet away, and Dick leaned forward. “You don’t have to leave, (Y/N).”
“I am aware,” she noted. “but this is something that I want to do.”
“Why Kiyahnd’r?”
(Y/N)’s eyes flitted to Kori. “Because this is not where I belong.”
“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You—”
She raised a hand. “Do not try and cushion the blow, Richard.” She rose and stared out the window. “It has been plain to see all these years that you all will never trust me.” (Y/N) glanced at Dick. “Or accept me onto your team.”
Dick went silent, and Kori nudged him. “Say something.”
“What do you want me to say? She’s kinda right.”
“Dick!”
(Y/N) stopped Kori. “Do not be angry at him, Koriand’r. Richard is right.” She paused. “I am not you Koriand’r…I allow my past to define how I live my life.” Her eyes moved to her sister’s, and a hint of sorrow crossed her tone. “I cannot let go of our pasts. It will haunt me forever, and I need to find my own path…away from this place.”
The two of them went silent, then Dick said, “If you don’t have anywhere to go…Jason’s been in need of a partner lately.”
(Y/N) scoffed. “That moronic imbecile? Certainly not.”
Dick snickered as Kori sighed. “Jason is not stupid, sister.”
“Truly? There have been a few times where he has fooled me.”
Kori sighed again, as Dick rose from the bed, moving to (Y/N). “Look…I know you think I don’t like you—”
“You do not like me.”
Dick rolled his eyes and corrected, “Wrong, Miss Know-It-All. I happen to like you very much. In fact—”
(Y/N) cut him off, turning to Kori. “Be cautious sister, you apparently have competition for Richard’s affections.” Kori and (Y/N) giggled as Dick raised his hands in exasperation.
He marched to the door with them still raised. “I give up! I came in here to wish you goodbye and good luck, and this is what I receive!” He was almost out the door when (Y/N) pulled him back, spinning him around to pull him in for a brief but heartfelt hug.
She pulled away and glanced at him. “For all you have done for me…and for all the times you have tried to help me…thank you, Richard.”
He grinned up at her and squeezed her round her middle. “See…you love me after all.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up her bags. “Do not push it Dick. You still anger me.”
“You aren’t the first person to tell me that.” Dick shrugged.
She snorted and moved to the door, stopping and glancing at them. “And I most certainly will not be the last.”
***
The flight to Gotham City was quiet, and she remembered the first time she arrived.
***
The portal opened and she fell through it, still fighting off the Psions who followed her. They crash-landed into a building, and the rubble was lit up like the sun as she threw star-bolts at them. The fighting lasted for a few minutes, and in the end, she stood victorious among the scattered body parts. Her mind raced as she tried to remember where her sister had gone, and the next thing she realized, a Psion was on her back.
She cursed in her native tongue as it clawed at her, and gathered energy into her palm to kill it when it flew off her, landing a good distance away. She rolled to her side and coughed; a hand appeared in her vision, and she looked up to see a man in black standing over her.
His lips moved, and she knew words were coming out, but it sounded like gibberish. The hand extended towards her more, and she took it, allowing him to help her stand. He kept speaking and she rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing his face; she brought their lips together, and words and languages flowed through her mind.
She released him and he simply gaped at her, too stunned to move; she snorted. “Apologies. My race learns by psychophysically connecting with one another. The most effective way is through oral contact.”
“…You just learned to speak English from kissing me?”
She nodded. “Is that what you call it? English? What a strange name it is.” The corner of his mouth rose, and she stood up straight. “I am Kiyahnd’r of…well…it does not matter.” She paused. “My name is Kiyahnd’r.”
He nodded. “I’m Batman.”
***
(Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth raise at the memory; it had been a very long time since she’d thought about it, and it reminded her of how lucky she’d been to learn the languages from Bruce. Kori only received a small amount from Dick; (Y/N) had received twenty-three different dialects, all fluently. The fleeting memories lasted only so long, and the plane began to ascend, signaling her arrival.
She stepped off of the plane and made her way to the baggage claim, picking up her bag and moving to the doors when she saw a familiar man. (Y/N) stared as he walked towards her.
He stopped in front of her and smirked. “Need a ride, doll?”
She rolled her eyes. “Dick called you then.”
“Called a few hours ago saying you were leaving the Titans and coming to find me and Roy.”
(Y/N) scoffed. “I was coming to Gotham. I was not coming to see the both of you.” She glared at him.
“Sticks and stones, (Y/N).”
“Go crawl into a bush, Jason.”
His hand curled around the handle of her suitcase and he lifted it, nodding his head to the door. “Car’s outside.” Jason moved forward, and (Y/N) was left with no choice but to follow him. She watched as he put her suitcase in the trunk, then turned to her. “You hungry?”
“Are you going to cook?”
Jason paused as he was getting in the driver’s door; he looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to cook?”
She moved to sit in the passenger seat. “So long as you make something good.”
He grinned as he sat in the seat, starting the car. “I always make good food.”
(Y/N) let out a ‘hmpf’. “We shall see.”
***
The drive to his apartment was slow and when they arrived, the sun was setting low beyond the skyline. They climbed the stairs and entered his apartment; (Y/N) hummed. “I wasn’t sure that your apartment would be as tidy as it is. It is rather shocking.”
Jason grunted as he moved into the kitchen, pulling out pans from the cabinets. “Sorry doll, the role of messy Robin is Tim.” He paused and glanced at her. “And sometimes, Dick…but mostly Timmy.”
(Y/N) snorted and motioned to her bag. “Where should I put my things?”
Jason nodded down the hallway. “Second door on your right. I changed the sheets and cleaned it, so you should be happy.”
She said nothing and walked to the bedroom. It was a little dull for her tastes, but nothing she couldn’t fix with a trip to the department store and IKEA. She walked back out and sat at the bar, watching Jason cook for them. When he was finished, they sat out on the balcony sharing a bottle of wine.
(Y/N) swallowed it, gagging, “Earth wine is disgusting.”
“Wine’s a peculiar taste,” he snorted, taking a sip. “You have to get used to it.”
She grunted and replied, “I do not want to be used to it. It tastes like…I do not even know what it tastes like. All I know is that it is disgusting.”
“You’re just a Debbie-Downer, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”
“I do not know what that is but I can tell it is not positive.”
“Nevermind.” Jason chuckled and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, eating their dinner, and when they were finished, they climbed to the roof and watched the stars; Jason leaned over. “So, why did you leave the Titans?”
(Y/N) sighed quietly, murmuring, “I did not want to be within their company any longer.”
He eyed her. “And?”
“And I did not want to be ostracized anymore.” (Y/N) inhaled. “I am not Kori. She was accepted easily within the Titans because she is kind and sweet. But I? No…I was never one to be accepted. My attitude and stance on how I deal with criminals was not something the Titans were too keen on keeping.”
Jason listened silently, then tipped his head. “Dick told you to come find me then?”
She shrugged. “More or less.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “I assume he had an inkling that because we are so similar in our mindsets on criminals that we would get along and be able to work together.”
“Red Hood, Arsenal, and Supernova,” Jason grinned. “It’s got a great ring to it.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I regret this decision already.”
He scooted closer and slung an arm around her shoulders, ignoring the way she growled low in her throat. “Don’t be like that, doll…we’re gonna make a kick-ass team.”
(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort when a light shone in the sky; she glanced at Jason, tipping her head to it. “Well…let us go and show what a team we will make.” She rose, holding out a hand. “Shall we, Red Hood?”
Jason glanced at her hand before taking it, smirking. “Hell yeah.”
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bakugotsundere · 3 years
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Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (2)
Bakugo x (black) fem reader
( still can read if you’re not)
sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t
Warning: Smut, Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, Nsfw 18+
Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.
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It was now saturday and you had just came home from practice. It was about 6 in the afternoon. You started to run you some bath water, remembering how you’d have to go to the sleep over with Mina and the others. You and bakugou still didn’t get along, it was nothing but you 2 arguing at practice and the team being annoyed. You just couldn’t bring yourself to like him, no matter how hard you tried you just...couldn’t. Ever since you’ve got here, he’s hated you. He knew you were competition and he treated you like-so, even though you were on the same team. He didn’t care and neither did you.
you took off your uniform, stretching before you got into the bath water. the feeling was amazing, your muscles were finally relaxed. The feeling of the bath water brought you ease. You enjoyed this time, since you knew tonight was going to be crazy. You closed your eyes, calming yourself down as you cleared your mind. Frank ocean played on your headphones. You washed up about 4 times before rinsing yourself off with the shower head. You stepped out of your bath tub, dancing like a white lady on those commercials, as weird as it sounds it was the funnest thing ever. Pretty Girl by Clairo played on your headphones now. You dropped your towel, grabbing your shea butter, rubbing it all over your body.
You washed your face, letting it air dry afterwards. You grabbed a 2 piece pajama set that was satin, placing it in your bag. The top and bottoms matched, it was a cream color that was really light. You put on some thigh length socks. Mina had bought the pajama set for the movie tonight. You didn’t know if it fit or not so you brought something with you just in case. you were supposed to change at her house but the boys had to come in their pajamas for some weird reason. You threw some biker shorts on and a tank top that you had cut a little, you put on your nike slides, waiting on Mina to come pick you up. You took out the flexi rods in your hair. the curls were loose since your hair had been so long. It was like mid back legnth. you picked it out a little bit, giving it more volume. You smiled, showing your dimples, loving out it turned out. You knew it’d only last for the weekend though. Your ginger hair was growing on you.
you rubbed a little moisturizer to your face, so it wasn’t dry. Then you applied a little lip gloss and put your apple watch back on and sprayed a little perfume on yourself and putting on some spray on deodorant. you placed the how shoes she got you in the back also. you grabbed your nike slides, putting them on so you wouldn’t be barefooted. You heard a notification pop up on your phone.
Mina> We’re outside. might have to sit on someone’s lap 🙃.
You had your fingers crossed, praying that it wasn’t bakugou and that he had took his own car. You didn’t want to have to sit on anybody’s lap really. You headed out your house, walking towards Mina’s navy blue audi. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside. You opened up the back door to be greeted by Bakugou, “Hi y/n. I’m in love with your hair. i wish my hair was that long.” Yaoyorozu told you and you smiled, “thank you.” you said softly. “Hiiiiii. Bakugou is being quite grumpy right now, don’t worry about him.” Mina said as you noticed Denki in the front seat. Yaoyorozu was on Todorokis lap and Kirishima was sitting in the middle, focused on whatever was in his phone. “Bakugou help her open the trunk so she can put her things in there.”
He sighed, getting out of the car. He was wearing a black shirt along with grey nike sweatpants and a pair of nike slides. Fits him. He followed you to the trunk, as he did, you noticed that the he was more quiet than usual. you smiled, “Hello to you too bakugou.” he stated. “I’m not being friendly to you. They can’t hear us. Don’t pull what you did at practice again.” He told you, all you did was hand him his water bottle after he was forced to run 2 laps around the track field after practice since he had got into a fight and you were just helping him.
“i didn’t do anything, i was trying to be nice dummy. but clearly you didn’t take it that way.” You stated placing your bag inside the trunk. He watched your as your did so, his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual. He closed it and you followed him back to the car, he opened the door, getting back in. “Where will I sit?” you asked and mina looked in the back, sighing. “Maybe sit on bakugo or Kirishimas lap? Bakugou looked like he doesn’t even wanna be here. ask Kirishina.” Mina told you. Kirishima looked at you, giving you a cheeky smile, “Sure, you can-“
Bakugo interrupted him by slapping him upside his head. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Bakugo told him giving him a look, kirishima spoke up, “Nevermind I forgot to tell you guys I had a girlfriend.” He stated, bakugou looked at you and you knew that meant you had to sit on his lap. “Yaoyorozu can we umm...switch please?” You asked and she was about to say yes before Bakugos large hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, you closed the door, moving around to make yourself comfortable. “Don’t ever do that again. They’ll suspect that you don’t like me and we can’t have them know that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach, hating how you reacted towards his touch. You didn’t know why it’d mess up things if they found out you two didn’t like each other but you went along with it anyways. “Still wanna switch?” She asked and you shook your head with a small smile, “No, Bakugo should be fine.” You stated. His body was warm unlike yours, which made everything worse cause you had the urge to be up under him. “Everybody ready?” Mina asked and everybody in the car replied with a small yes.
Bakugos hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you down onto his lap more as you would go over pot holes or small bumps in the rode. you’d move around occasionally to a song until bakugo had told you stop moving. You guys were still in the car, just closer than before, you started to feel something pressing against your ass as Mina stopped at a red light. The outline of it was hard, thick and very long. Your cheeks went a bright pink, knowing what it was. It was bakugos little friend, you had caused this. You could feel yourself start to get moist at the feeling of this. You hated how nasty your body reacted to his. Your pussy began to throb as so did his print and you both had to sit there as if you didn’t feel each other’s private areas yearning for each other. you refused to accept it because you hated it. Hated him especially.
Mina pulled up to her house and everyone began to get out, you were about to get out but Bakugou pulled you back down onto his lap. He shifted underneath you, moving up, his hands gripped your inner thigh, “When we get inside this house, forget about this whole car ride. Pretend this shit never happened. Tell anybody about this and i’ll fucking kill you.” He told you, pushing you off his lap. You got out the car shocked at what had just happened but you wanted to forget about what happened just as much as he did.
“Y/n? I missed you so much. I hate having a dorm, i never see you anymore.” you heard a familiar voice say and you realized it was Asui and smiled, giving her a small hug. Asui was a very chill person but she was confused all the time which made her adorable. She had on a green shirt and sweatpants, with her long hair in 2 pigtails. “I miss you too, you should stop by my house some time.” You said excitedly. “Will do.” She told you going into the house. You looked in the trunk, searching for your bag, “What happened to my bag?” you asked. Todoroki nodded his head at the door, “Bakugou took it in with him i think. He’s been acting weird ever since you came to our college.” He said, going into Mina’s house as he mumbled the last part to himself. You had wondered what he meant by “weird” and more importantly what did he do with your bag.
You followed behind him going into her house, Her house was huge, like huge. Her mother had money, so she bought Mina her own house, there was enough space and room in here for all of you. You missed the comforting smell of her house, you hadn’t been here in so long. You looked around, noticing she changed a few things around. “Anybody know where bakugou went?” you asked and everyone shook there head no, you sighed going upstairs, looking in each room, going back down the hall after no luck in finding him your face hit something hard, like real hard. You looked up at what you had hit and it was bakugo, your cheeks turned pink remembering the car ride, “Where’s my bag?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders as he stared down at you, “When i got in, Mina took it from me.” He stated. Ok. This wasn’t as awkward as you expected “Why’d you umm...why’d you grab my bag?” you asked confused on why his hands was touching your stuff.
“Because messing with your shit is fun. Why else?”He asked. “I dislike you.” You told him angrily, trying your hardest to keep your cool. “Sure.” He told you before walking past you. You figured you wouldn’t stress it and went back downstairs into the living room, everyone got settled in, making pallets and grabbing out all the board games. you had told them that you didn’t wanna participate in any games but the card games. They were now starting a game of domino.
Bakugou was making the cookies and you watched him as he did. Your eyes followed his hands, his fingers were long and large. he had two silver rings on the pointer finger of his left hand. “Y/n, since you and bakugo don’t want to participate in any of the games, you can be the chefs for tonight. Make the cinnamon rolls too please.” Denki told you from the couch, snapping your attention away from Bakugou and you laughed softly going into the kitchen, “I do wanna play war with the cards though, so don’t forget about me when the card games come around.” you told him and he nodded his head.
“I could’ve made the cinnamon rolls.” Bakugou told you as you opened the ‘fridge. you rolled your eyes, “yes but they asked me, focus on your cookies idiot.” You replied grabbing them from the refrigerator. “Your mouth is too smart.” He said turning the oven on 350, You grabbed a pan from underneath the cabinet, loading them on the counter between the stove and refrigerator. You turned around, watching him as he placed the cookies in the oven, “so fix it.” you told him, looking him in his eyes, daring him to do something.
“I will.”
you didn’t know what he meant by that but you could tell that it wasn’t good but you didn’t care, what’s the worse that he could do.
You turned back around opening the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the pan after spraying spam onto the pan. You opened the oven, putting the cinnamon rolls inside. steve lacy played loudly on the tv and you danced around in the kitchen as you grabbed the things you needed, loving every part of this, you grabbed the oreos, placing them on the island top counter, along with the pancake mix. they told you to make fried oreos also. Bakugou watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving your dancing body.The only reason you knew how to cook was because your mother was a chef and was very experimental with foods and taught you lots of stuff. You grabbed the wisk, mixing in the water with the pancake mix. The mixing was going by very very slow and there was still chunks.
You started asking yourself what you did wrong until you felt Bakugos hands at your waist. He placed his hand over yours, showing you how to mix, you were about to tell him to move but he whispered something in you ear, “Play along, if they find out we don’t like each other shit will go down hill.” he told you and you sighed nodding your head. You knew he was right, everyone in this group liked each other, and if they found out that you 2 hated each other, things would go left. You knew how fragile this group was.
“Mix in small circles so you’re able to get everything.” He told you with his left hand still at your waist, he was able to mix everything together with ease. “Thank you.” you said softly, you felt yourself start to throb down there again as he pressed hisself against you more. You didn’t know if it was on purpose so you didn’t bother with saying anything. “Did your mother teach you how to cook?” you asked him and he shook his head. “No. I taught myself because I wanted to make food my way instead of hers. It wasn’t nasty or anything, just not what i wanted.” He stated firmly as he started up the grease to fry them in. Sounds like him. You stood next to him, “I still hate you.” He said and you looked up at him, “I hate you too. Trust me, the way i feel about you hasn’t changed.”
He tried to move you out of the way but you removed yourself from his grip, hitting him in his arm. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back and bringing his lips to your ear, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”He warned letting go of your hair harshly, you stood there in aw of what he just had done. There’s no way you were just gonna let him get away with that but what could you possibly do to him?
He walked away from you telling you to watch the grease, he just violated you and you stood there and let it happen. He’s so...so fucking annoying.
...
It was getting late, everybody had wined down. The music was turned off and the movie was on. You and Bakugo hadn’t talked since he did what he did, you decided to avoid him for the night, being in his presence irritated you. He had been so strict on everything tonight as if this was his house when it wasn’t. He told everyone that he didn’t wanna sleep on the couch or ground so he slept in one of the rooms upstairs. Popcorn was everywhere and now it was just a bunch of adults, sleeping wildly across the floors and couches.
You looked around softly laughing at everyone’s positions. Asui was sleep in the recliner, she was cute when she slept. Denki was on the other couch by himself with his feet hanging off the edge and slob coming down his cheek. Mina and Kirishima were on the ground, the 2 of them had been the most tired since they had been play fighting each other all day. Minas foot was in his mouth and kirishimas was in hers. you tried your hardest not to let out an ugly laugh, Yaoyorozu had left, telling us that she had family problems but you all knew she didn’t, she just hated sleeping anywhere that was not her bed. Todorokis head was in your lap, he stayed still when he slept. You got along with Todoroki the most, he was very observant. He tried telling you that Bakugou has been wanting to have sex with you since you came to the university and you almost slapped him for saying that, you knew it was a lie and he was just saying stuff. After that, he laid his head on your thighs asking if you had ever considered being a pillow. at that point you knew that it was time for him to get rest and he soon fell asleep.
Nobody but you had watched the movie all the way through, you had been watching this movie called hansle and grettle. It was very scary but confused you in the end a bit. You removed Todorokis head from your lap, gently placing it on the couch. You slid to the refrigerator, opening it, grabbing the picture of water. You grabbed a wooden cup from the cabinet placing it on the counter and poured the water inside it.
“Why are you up?” You heard a deep, raspy voice say. You jumped in surprise, spilling a little water on your shirt. You sighed turning around, seeing who had just scared the shit out of you. You were met with a wide awoke Bakugo, his hair was a bit messy and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked good. You turned back around, ignoring him. You were serious about ignoring him. You went on, drinking your water. “How long are you gonna keep up with this bull shit?” he asked you and you stood there silent, not answering him. You had been put on your satin pajamas after the games were over, bakugou had been upstairs the whole time you were here.
The satin pajamas barely fit but Mina insisted that you still wear them because you looked, “sexy”. Your thighs were all out, and the shirt fit like a crop top instead of a shirt, since your breast were big, the shirt raised up showing your underboob everytime you raised your arms above your head. You still had on your thigh length socks. You drunk the rest of your water, putting the cup in the sink. You placed the picture of water back in the refrigerator and You grabbed some paper towels going to wipe up the water you spilled.
You felt Bakugous presence behind you, “Move. I need a cup.” he told you and you stood there not listening to what he just told you to do. He purposely brushed his length against your ass, as he grabbed a cup, the same one as you. He went to the refrigerator, getting the picture of water, pouring it inside the cup he had. You watched him as he did so, his muscles were showing since he had on a black shirt and the black had fit him so well. Your eyes looked down, seeing his print through his grey sweatpants. It was huge, like big and you wondered how anybody could even take that inside them. Let alone get the tip in. Your eyes wandered to his hands, You had a hand kink and his hands fit into it. His fingers were neat, he had clear coat of polish on them. His fingernails were clipped to the perfect size. He took care of his hands. Veins popped out his hands slightly and his fingers were long. You found yourself getting moist as your mind wandered to how good his fingers would feel inside you.
His cup being sat down on the counter snapped you out of your fantasy. You looked back up to be met with his Vermillion eyes. He caught you staring, you hurriedly turned your head embarrassed. You hated yourself so much for this, for even thinking about such lewd things when it came to him. You hated him and him being so fucking perfect didn’t change that. You felt him behind you, this time his hands were at your waist. He positioned your hips, now your ass was rubbing against his cock. You took in a deep breath, restraining yourself from saying anything to him, “Its not nice to stare.” He told you in your ear as he moved your ass around his length. You stayed quiet, trying not to let a moan escape your lips. “Still giving me the silent treatment, are we?” His hand went across your bum, leaving a stinging sensation. You gasped, “C’mon y/n, say something before i go fucking crazy.” He told you as he played with the band of your shorts. You stayed quiet wanting to know what his crazy was. “You’re so god damn stubborn.” He said in your ear as you felt his hand press against your stomach, he began to place kisses on your shoulder and neck, feeling him sucking a little too hard, a small moan escaped your lips and you felt him smile against your skin, “I thought you hated me?”
You turned around to face him, “I-I hate you. Don’t ever for a second get to thinking that I don’t.” you told him as you pulled him closer towards you, crashing your lips against his, your small hands placed at his cheeks, loving how warm he was. He kissed back with more aggression, You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him but it was getting harder to believe as your body yearned for his touch and now the need to feel his hands all over you grew. He pulled back and tilted his head, “finally ready to fucking talk? i’ve got a lot to say darling.” he said as his hands squeeze your waist, you looked him in his eyes, scared of this eye contact but loving how beautiful his eyes were. “Like what?” you asked. His large hands traveled down to your ass, kneading it almost. “I hate you. hate you so fucking much but...” he continued to kiss you along your neck. “but i only hate you because i want you.” he stated in between kisses, “Nobody has ever made me want them,” his hands found there way to your breast, his large hands squeezing them, “but — god dammit— i’ve been wanting you ever since you walked onto that track field,” his hands were soon replaced by his mouth, your shirt now raised and your breast being sucked on, as if he was a baby, your moans were low and quiet. His eyes, looking up at you as he did so, watching you as you struggled to keep your moans to yourself.
Your back arched a little, and he brung his lips back up to yours. Everything was so heated and out of control but you liked it, so much pent up anger had led to this and fuck, it was good. His hands tugging at the hem of your satin shorts, wanting to touch something more private. Your breathing became heavy and you realized how far you and him were willing to take this. He pulled his ring off of his fingers, placing them on yours, “Can’t have them on while i finger fuck you so I want you to wear it.” He stated and you nodded your head. His hands found themselves inside your shorts and he dragged his middle finger between your pussy lips, “Someone you hate shouldn’t make you this wet darling.” He stated and the feeling of his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit made you moan almost too loudly. He smirked, already knowing this was the sensitive spot. He started to rub it faster and your lips parted as you held onto his arm. He knew how crazy this was driving you because with each circular motion, your pussy got wetter and wetter.
His two middle fingers pressed at your entrance as he brushed his thumb against your now swollen clit. You wanted this, needed it almost as he teased you. “Bakugo. I-I need you to...” you pleaded softly. “Need me to what. It’s not that fucking hard to say. C’mon.” you looked him in the eyes, he looked at you, “I need your permission. Tell me what the fuck you want y/n.” He spat out and your eyes fluttered at how he made wanting permission seem so aggressive but at the same turn a huge turn on, “I-I want your fingers inside of me.” You moaned, and he smiled shoving his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan. “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?” He asked as he brung his fingers in and out of you, your fingers digging into his forearms, as quiet moans left your mouth repeatedly. He kept eye contact with you the whole time, making sure he saw how pretty your face looked when you moaned just for him. He started going faster and your brown pupils dilated, “I-I’m about to cum.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so that the others wouldn’t. “Shhh...cant let the others hear you now can we?” He asked and you shook your head no as his fingers grazed against your walls at a rapid pace.
Your legs got weak as his fingers bent up inside you when he reached your spot. His name was moaned loudly from your lips, followed by him removing his hands from out of you and bringing them to his lips, tasting the juices from your pussy on his fingers. he looked at you before placing his fingers deep down your throat. He pulled them out, wiping his fingers on your cheek, “I need a taste.” He stated and you shook your head no, “That’s too far. They’ll hear us.” You stated looking over into the living room. Bakugo grabbed your chin, making you face him, he kissed you again, this time more passionate and slow but still rough, he bit your bottom lip, pulling it. “They won’t hear if you stay quiet. This is all on you.” He replied and you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab you and turned you against the island top counter , this was closer to the living room, too close almost. The couch was almost right in front of you, only the other side of the table in the way and you could see Todoroki sleeping along with the others.
Bakugou didn’t care and acted as if they were not there. He made you bend over a little and he pulled off your panties, your juices now not having anything to soak through at all. He rubbed your ass roughly before you felt him go down, “so fucking pretty.” He said underneath his breath before you felt his tongue glide between your folds, a groan found it’s way out of your mouth. He started to use his whole mouth, making sure he tasted every part of your pussy. Quiet moans and whimpers leaving your mouth everytime he sucked at your clit, making it even more swollen. He lifted your leg across the counter, his tongue finding its way back to your clit, licking it repeatedly. You never had felt this before, this was something new to you coming from Bakugou. You knew he was experienced but not this much. His mouth pleased you as his hands gripped your ass so he could get a clear view of your pussy. His tongue found itself pressing against your entrance and you moaned louder than expected, he slapped your ass, “Be quiet.” He lowly growled and you gasped as he went back to move his tongue in and out of you, “Bakugo...I’m about to-
“No you’re not.” He stated and you looked back at him confused, he continued to eat you, “I-I can’t...” you breathe out, “Hold it. I want to see your pretty face when you cum, I need to taste everything.” He told you as he turned you around and placed you on the counter. His hand pressed at your pelvic area. He placed 3 fingers inside of you, knuckles deep and your eyes went wide as your back arched. You couldn’t go much longer. You lost it when his lips sucked at your puffy clit. His wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast and rough at a uncontrollable pace at the same time. Your hands found themselves gripping his hair and he looked up at you, seeing sweat drip down from your face and your curls all messy now, this sight made his cock throb and want to have himself inside of you even more but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. You looked down at him and you could feel yourself reach your climax, your started to tremble underneath his touch and a foreign liquid came out of your body as you let out a series of loud moans, not caring if you had awoken anyone. Bakugo licked up every juice through a sly smile. He looked up at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.” He said pulling your panties back over your pussy, kissing your inner thigh gently before going up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips.
When you pulled away from him and looked down at his print, he was really on hard now. You wondered if he’d be willing to take it that far but you didn’t just wanna leave him hanging. You looked up at him, “I...I” you tried to find words but nothing would come out and he placed the palm of his hand on your small cheek, “I don’t need anything in return. Tasting you was more for me than it was for you.” He stated and you played with your fingers, “Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded his head at the living room, you turned around to see Todoroki starting to wake up, “I don’t think you’d keep quiet if i fucked you right here but I’m sure this was enough for you to control that smart mouth of yours when you’re around me.” He stated. “Bakugo-
“I wanted a taste and I got what I came here for. See you at practice.” He said in your ear, making you realize how much you still hated him, “I still don’t like you.” You told him and he chuckled deeply sending chills throughout your body, “Are you trying to tell me or yourself?” He responded and your cheeks heated up and you got quiet. You watched him as he walked back upstairs, you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping your remaining juices off corners of his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. realizing what he asked you. You put back on your shorts and you watched as Todoroki got up and came into the kitchen sleepily. “Why are you up?” He asked as He came around to you half asleep. he was about to step into the puddle of your juices on the floor. “Todoroki don’t-
He stepped into it, getting his sock wet, “Who the fuck spilled water and didn’t get it up?” He asked and you acted as if you didn’t know, knowing that the mess came from you, “I-I don’t know but I’ll get it up.” You said softly, realizing that Bakugo didn’t take his rings back and that you’d have to give them back in the morning.
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