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elysianslove · 3 years

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hi! may i request hcs of the haikyuu boys watching/helping their significant other workout? maybe yoga or just a regular workout? would be sweet if it was all of them but i know there are so many, so mainly kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, oikawa and nishinoya <3 thank you!!

hi anon!! i’m sorry i didn’t do all the boys, but i wrote for the specific boys you requested. if you, or anybody else, wants these hc’s for other boys i’d love to do them hehe. hope you enjoy!

kuroo tetsurō

he’s so excited as soon as you’re like “hey wanna work out together”

like his whole body freezes up and then he just

screams

if you’re already like pretty athletic, he makes everything a competition

but doesn’t actually compete

he just wants to watch you 😏

no fr he’ll be like “i bet i can do more squats than you”

and then just doesnt squat and only watches you squat

this mf 😭

he gets way too excited and puts an alarm at 4;30 am to text you/wake you up to go on a run with him

you: see that’s what we’re not gonna do

if you’re not very athletic or you’re just starting to get accustomed to working out

he is so. encouraging

like sickeningly so

tries his best not to overwhelm you and does really basic workouts with you

but also if ur laying face down on the ground crying “i dont wanna do this anymore” he will NOT have any of it

good luck unsubscribing to his services

he just wants to see you succeed 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼

cooks you the best healthy meals you dont even feel like youre missing out on anything

now

yoga

listen he’s so cheeky

he’s so mf TOUCHY

couples yoga with kuroo >>>>

it’s so funny bc this man is so strong he can do pretty much any move that requires any type of strength but pull out the flexibility card and he will pass away on the spot

he also just likes to watch you do yoga

not just bc he’s a pervert

but also bc it’s just interesting to see you in your zone

buys you yoga pants just bc <3333

“u just wanna stare at my ass”

“how dare you i would never objectify my gf”

stares at your ass <3

kageyama tobio

remember when i said kuroo would make everything a competition but wouldn’t really care

kageyama cares

he’s so annoying youre just trynna have fun working out w ur bf but here he is trynna kill u bc he’s so much better at everything

okay but if YOURE better 🤑

it pisses him off at first but then he realizes he’s pissed off bc ur so hot and make his spine tingle

work outs with him are intense as fuck

like he goes all out

but then he helps you stretch and 😏 it’s worth it

if he’s helping you workout, he’s kinda harsher than he intends to be

and when he realizes that yk maybe he’s being a lil extra

he apologizes and just asks how you wanna do it

spends the night researching hehe

is encouraging in a demeaning way like “do you WANT to regret not working harder” ur like tobio i swear on my life i will start crying

when y’all are done he does like give u a small kiss and the sweetest smile “good work” and it makes it all the more worth it

about yoga though

when he first watched u he was horny hwbwjwks

he was like oop what is this feeling

but then it clicked lmao

avoids watching you unless you’re doing it privately so he can embarrass himself less

if you invite him to join you it’s just rigorous head shaking but he loves you sm he’ll do anything for you

he just follows your lead and is listening so attentively and is trying to mimic your movements exactly and is so awe oh my god he’s so CUTE

once ur done and ur both just laying on the ground you roll over and kind lean over him and give him a kiss “thank u for doing this with me”

“we should do it more often”

not horny just in love with you <3

bokuto kōtarō

so hyperactive good luck keeping up with him

he’s also like

built

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN. HIM???? no way he doesnt go crazy w the work outs

if you suggest to work out together he’s so excited and he just does everything normally the way he does at 2.5x speed and you’re just like bruh 🧍🏻‍♀️ slow down

you do eventually find your own rhythm that kinda matches his own

and it’s nice to have him with you because like if you’re at a gym and ur using a device across the room from him he’ll just yell and wave at you and blow you a kiss god i love this dork

after you’re both spent you just sit on the ground across from each other stretching just talking just vibing

gives you a big smooch in between everything if he can

it becomes a really positive addition to your life ngl

if he’s helping you work out

he is actually the fkn BEST

despite him being a work out freak, he doesn’t force that on you in any way

if anything i think he’d be super gentle

so cheerful when encouraging you

and rewards you a lot

too much probably

“20 PUSHUPS BABE !!!! LETS GO MAKE OUT FOR 20 MINUTES”

he doesn’t just say it he really does mean it when he tells you he’s proud of you

loves it when you do yoga

immediately tries to join in

“oouu teach me this move” proceeds to fall on his ass <3

t’s okay he has a lotta cushioning 😏

he always wants to try the couples yoga moves

he saves them on his phone to show you later and you cant say no bc ur already in gear and the yoga mat is on the ground hehe

(if you watch cody ko and kelsey kreppel’s couples yoga video that’s basically how it goes with you two)

^^^ in one of the moves he has to like lift you up by your arms as youre sitting down and he’s standing and he accidentally just shoves your face into his crotch

you both couldn’t stop laughing until you nearly peed and thats the beauty of love

oikawa tōru

he has to repeatedly ask you if you’re s u r e you wanna work out with him

if you’re s u r e you can keep up

please hand his cocky ass to him <3

if you’re athletic, prepare to have him try to one up you every time you do something

it’s so sweet though cause he’s so determined and he’s sticking his tongue out between his lips and you’re just like baby please what is this

tells you to lay beneath him while he does push ups so he can kiss you

you complain about how sweaty he is but really you just want him to take his shirt off <3

okay two important things i want to go over

one. oikawa does not know when to stop. so, honestly, you probably suggested to work out with him to keep him in check and make sure he doesn’t overwork himself

please make him drink water and take breaks when necessary :(

two. his knee :( he would probably need to be very careful and he’ll teach you the correct way to massage it and prep it before he does any critical work

if you approach him one day about helping you work out cause you’re clueless — yes it will get to his head

but like ??? he’s your boyfriend??? your very athletic boyfriend???

who else would u ask tf 😹

anyways he makes a whole like list and shit

organizes it so well with color coding and different handwriting

keeps you up to date with your progress and always says things like “look how well you’re doing babe!” and gives you a hugeeee hug

now, oikawa is either weirdly flexible, or not flexible at all

we’re gonna go for the first one for this yoga hc

joins you randomly and starts doing the poses correctly right away ur like ??? sir ???

distracts you. so much.

“can i have a kiss— another one?— one more— one more babe— okay an—“

make out sessions ensued :)

nishinoya yū

actually i think noya would like to be in own zone kinda thing when he’s working out

probably blasting some katy perry in his ears ngl

but when you tell him you wanna go work out with him??

now you’re both blasting katy perry in your ears

stares. stares so much. provocatively.

he’s your bf so you get it

but women have come up to you in the gym asking if you’re okay hbwjwkwe

makes you try out his routine while he tries out yours

“wow babe this is sooo easy” he’s dying dont believe him

you guys probably have a handshake that’s so motivating to do before and after eeekkkk he probably makes you feel SO good about yourself after

takes you to eat the unhealthiest shit he can find after a workout because why not right ? chivalry? undead 😻

if you ask him for help he’ll accept right away

competes with you to help you improve

“one day babe you’ll be beating me at these with such ease”

he’s the loud kind of encouraging

yells a lot

like so much

body worship all the time <3333

“god u look SO good right now i love you so much”

this simp i love him sm

anyways. onto yoga

did i mention he stares 👁👁

because he does

he already knows you do yoga and he will find out your schedule

just. likes to watch you tbh

if you offer to do couples yoga with him he refuses bc he likes the view where he is lmfao

there are so many tiktoks of him just doing the dances while you calmly do yoga

it becomes a trend lmfaowjwnsj

anyways yes best supportive bf award goes to noya (actually all of them who am i kidding)

end note; MY BEST FRIEND PAINTED AKAASHI FOR MY BDAY GIFT I STOPPED BREATHING ,,, anyways i hope y’all enjoyed this!! feel free to request some more mwah

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya headcanons

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mimisempai · 3 years

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A Purrfect love

Summary:

The life of Sam and Bucky as told through the Alpine's eyes.

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31818871

1185 words - Rating G

Alpine awoke to the familiar sound of the kitchen cupboard doors opening and closing.

She quietly stood up, stretched her front legs, her back legs, arched her back and then walked to the kitchen.

She passed the door and purring went to rub the legs of her master.

"Haha, there you are, little rascal."

Her master bent down to her and scratched her behind the ears.

He whispered, "We mustn't make any noise, Sam is tired so we'll let him sleep a little longer ok?"

She gave a little meow.

Her master stood up while talking, he was talking to himself or to her, she didn't know and even though she couldn't answer she liked the sound of his voice.

She liked the sound because it was different now. Her master sounded happy all the time.

She remembered when they were in the other house, he almost never smiled.

"No... no..."

It was another one of those nights.

Without opening her eyes, Alpine already knew that she would be alone in her master's bed.

She also knew not to approach him because he wouldn't notice her, and once he had almost dropped her.

So since then, when Alpine heard her master screaming, she would wait for him to wake up, sitting wisely on the doorstep of the living room.

When her instincts told her that it was okay, she would slowly move towards him.

She'd give him a little nudge with her head, meaning 'hey I'm here'.

Usually, her master would scratch her between the ears before taking her in his arms.

They would stay together like that until his shaking stopped.

Then he would take her into the bedroom and gently lay her on the bed before going to bed.

Once he was comfortable, Alpine would lie against him on the covers and purr softly until she felt his breathing become regular again.

Thankfully, those nights were now a bad memory.

She hopped onto a seat next to the kitchen counter where her master was cooking.

"Wait a little bit chipie ok? I'll make breakfast for Sam and then I'll give you your favorite food."

Since he had moved to a new home, his master had been smiling almost all the time.

Though the smile he had right now was special, it was the smile he had whenever his master's companion walked into the room, or whenever he thought about him like now.

Alpine loved her new home, she was allowed to go out whenever she wanted, her master's companion had even built her a special little door, on the door of their home for that.

People were nice around their new home.

There was always someone to pet her, children to play with her, dockworkers to give her fish.

People commented on her passing and had made her realize how much her owners were loved.

"Oh that's Alpine, she's Bucky and Sam's cat."

"Awww, she's sweet. You know you are lucky Alpine. Sam and Bucky are the best owners you could have had."

"But I hear she was Bucky's cat before he came to live here."

"Hihihi you mean before he came to move in with Sam. They are so cute those two. Bucky who is getting hearts in his eyes whenever we talk about Sam, Sam who can't help touching him when they're in the same place."

"You're right, I'm sure the whole neighborhood knew they were in love before they knew it themselves. Hahaha!"

"Anyway I'm glad Sam has someone to lean on. They're both good guys."

Oh that, Alpine knew.

Even when he was alone before, his master had always taken good care of her, even when he was too tired or hurt, he always had a pat, a kind word for her or her favorite snack.

Since they had come here, she had seen that her master's companion was also a good person.

In addition to his little door, he had prepared a cozy basket for her in the corner of the living room. He had put a soft blue blanket in the bottom of the basket and said, "You see baby girl, this blanket was Bucky's, so as now, he does not need it anymore, I put it here, so you will have something familiar in this new house.

So yes, Alpine knew that these two masters were good people.

Her master had just served her some food and some fresh water.

"Here you go sweetie. Now I'm going to bring Sam his breakfast."

Alpine quietly enjoyed her own breakfast. Then she took a few sips of water before heading to the living room.

Something she also liked about their new home was the light, it was always warm and bright. She climbed onto the couch to lie down in the exact spot where the sun was shining. She enjoyed the warmth and took a nap.

When she woke up a little later, seeing that her masters were still not up, she jumped off the couch and headed for their room. As she approached, she heard voices that became more and more distinct.

It was the voice of her master's companion who was saying, "Bucky, you always get up to make me breakfast when I'm off duty, but you know you don't have to."

"I know that babe, but let me take care of you a little. Besides I like it. You wouldn't want to deprive me of my little pleasure would you?"

"Who knew my future husband was so sweet."

"What?"

Her master's shout made Alpine stop in the doorway of the two men's room.

She heard her master's voice again, "Sam, don't joke about this."

"You think I'm joking?"

Alpine moved forward a little and jumped onto the foot of the bed.

Her master's companion made a small sign towards her, "Alpine, just in time you are going to be my best man, wait my best woman in fact."

Alpine didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, but she approached her master's companion. He turned, rummaged in his bedside table and pulled out a small red box which he opened and raised in front of his master.

"Will you marry me?"

The little box fell in front of Alpine, and a small, shiny, golden ring fell out of it as his master threw himself in his companion's arms and said, "Yes, doll, of course I will!"

Alpine gazed at the little box for a moment and pushed the little ring to her master with the tip of her muzzle. Then she gave two little meows to make herself noticed.

"Oh Alpine…you are such a good girl."

Her master took the ring with his metal hand and put it on one finger of his other hand before picking up Alpine, placing her on his lap.

He stroked her head a few times before putting his own head on the shoulder of his companion who was watching them with a gentle smile.

She settled comfortably under their two joined hands.

The last thing she saw before falling asleep was the special smile of her beloved master.

________

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #alpine the cat #alpine pov #established relationship #tfatws #caatws #as always fluff

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reignstormz · 3 years

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✓WORK IT OUT✓

|IMAGINE; PART TWO|

INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.

CAST; Same as the first chapter

MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.

🦋Tampa, Florida

🦋July 25th, 2021

Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.

You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.

He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.

After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.

It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.

You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.

You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.

It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.

Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.

You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.

He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"

You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.

"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.

This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.

You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.

"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.

"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.

"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.

"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.

"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.

You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.

"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"

You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.

Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.

"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.

"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.

"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."

You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.

As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.

You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."

He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.

"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.

"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."

You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.

"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"

You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."

"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."

His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."

The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.

"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.

"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"

You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."

His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.

"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.

"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.

"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.

"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.

"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.

"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.

"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.

Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.

"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.

"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.

His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."

You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.

"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.

Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight

Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.

He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.

"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.

"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.

"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.

You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.

He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.

Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.

"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."

"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.

"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.

"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."

You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.

Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.

"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."

Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.

You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.

You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.

"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."

"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."

"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."

"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.

"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.

You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.

"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.

"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.

"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."

Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.

He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."

Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.

"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.

"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.

"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.

"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"

You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.

He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.

Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.

"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.

You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.

"I love you more."

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1-800-smash · 4 years

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Oh wait I just realised we could ask for the whole alphabet for a character,, could you for Dabi?

「 next time won’t you sing with me. 」

feat. dabi.

summary: learning the alphabet with dabi is easy, as long as you can still remember what he taught you afterwards ;)

warnings: nsfw content.

word count: 1.9k

request: @inanabsentia — ❝Oh wait I just realised we could ask for the whole alphabet for a character,, could you for Dabi?❞

@anon — ❝Can u do a, c, d and I with Dabi pls 🥺🥺❞

@anon — ❝Omg pls could you do BFKO for Dabi (for the alphabet thing) 🥺🤲❞

@guijh103 — ❝Hii, could you make B,E,F,H,N,V,X,W,Z for Dabi pls.❞

@anon — ❝a, f , i, y on dabi please? 🥺💞❞

a/n: oh my, it seems everyone wants a piece of this beef jerky :0 don’t worry, i see you guys! i’m doing bakugo next, so be on the look out for that one! i hope you enjoy it! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.20.18]

nsfw under the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

⚘ he’s not that big on aftercare.

⚘ if you want to be pampered after sex you’re looking at the wrong person, hun.

⚘ anything you want you can just get it yourself, at least that’s how he sees it.

⚘ you’re a big girl who can take a big cock, so that means you can do the rest by yourself.

⚘ he’s knows it a dick move but he just doesn’t care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⚘ he likes your ass, especially when he’s spanking it until its a nice red color while he fucks you from behind.

⚘ he loves to knead the soft flesh there when your making out and things are getting heated.

⚘ or on the rare occasion he lets you ride him he’ll love to grab your ass and slam you down on his cock.

⚘ the surprised scream that comes out of you makes his mouth twist up into a proud smirk.

⚘ your being impaled on his cock and he fucking loves it, he might even let you do it more often just to hear those sweet sounds of yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⚘ he LOVES to cum on your face.

⚘ when you go down on him, right as he’s about to cum he’ll pull out and paint your entire face white like it’s a canvas.

⚘ doesn’t mind cumming on either the insides of your thighs or your stomach.

⚘ but do NOT ask him to cum inside you, that’s a huge no no.

⚘ “eat shit i’m not putting a demon inside you” vibe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⚘ he gets off being the dominant one.

⚘ he likes having control over the situation and being able to decide what will happen.

⚘ he’s still having trouble with his own past and trying to distance himself from what happened.

⚘ but now, in this situation, he can take back control.

⚘ and you’re so willing to hand it over to him, you trust him.

⚘ and it makes him just the slightest bit contented to know that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⚘ he has experience, but if i’m being honest here he doesn’t see sex as a big deal.

⚘ he wouldn’t be out there looking to get laid every day of the week but if shit happens, it happens.

⚘ but don’t be discouraged, you obviously mean something a little more to dabi than some random fuck if he keeps showing up uninvited.

⚘ he might not admit it out right, but even though he doesn’t think sex is a big deal he’s still not going to sleep with just anyone.

⚘ remember that next time he’s eating your pussy out until you can’t see straight.

⚘ because no other girl could be this lucky.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⚘ likes fucking you doggy style the most, his hand forcing your head down into the mattress while he just pound into you relentlessly.

⚘ or maybe taking you against a wall, that’s always fun for him.

⚘ your legs wrap around his hips nicely while the wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room.

⚘ he thinks face to face is a too personal.

⚘ and no matter how much he loves having sex with you, he’s not ready to open himself up to some things yet.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⚘ he takes fucking your brains out to be a very serious matter.

⚘ he might make a sarcastic remark or a cruel joke here and there.

⚘ but don’t expect him to be lighthearted about it.

⚘ every word that comes out of this man’s mouth is dripping with sin.

⚘ he doesn’t have time to joke around when he’s too busy making your pussy twitch deliciously on his tongue.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⚘ he’s surprisingly well groomed.

⚘ he says he doesn’t like when gets too unkempt, so he keeps it trimmed.

⚘ his pubes are the same charcoal black as the hair on his head.

⚘ same texture too but a bit softer.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⚘ he’s not intimate at all, this is just sex for him.

⚘ he might slip up and for just a second you can see a softer look in his eyes when he thinks you can’t see him.

⚘ when he realized what he was doing he went a little harder on you than usual that day.

⚘ he wasn’t mad at you but more at himself.

⚘ in a different world maybe he’d be a more loving partner, kissing you all over and whispering sweet words or love and admiration.

⚘ but that is not the case, and in this world he’s still dabi.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⚘ he doesn’t jack off often but when he does he’ll think of you.

⚘ won’t ever admit it but goddamn he has the best orgasms when he does.

⚘ and it gives him ideas on what he’ll do to you later.

⚘ but to be honest, he doesn’t see masturbation as a necessary thing and can go quite a while without doing it.

⚘ no nut november, who?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⚘ what kinks doesn’t he have, is the real question.

⚘ deep-throating is his absolute favorite, he loves watching your swollen lips envelope around his cock.

⚘ spanking is one he’ll do quite often too, especially if you’ve been an absolute brat.

⚘ i’m not kidding, your ass will be so sore after that you won’t be able to sit for few days.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⚘ he doesn’t have a preference.

⚘ if the need arises he’ll fuck you up against the wall in an empty alleyway if he wants to.

⚘ and it’s not like you’re complaining either.

⚘ but he would prefer a bed over anything else, he doesn’t like how cold it can be outside.

⚘ especially on his balls.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⚘ nothing turns him on more than seeing you sitting there waiting for him so seductively.

⚘ he knows you want him he just wants you to show him how much.

⚘ he’s not used to getting this kind of attention with the way he looks so seeing you wanting him this badly will definitely turn him on.

⚘ he’ll take this with him to the grave, but he’s grateful he had someone to spend time with even if it was just sex.

⚘ and you mean a little more to him than most.

⚘ but you didn’t hear that from me.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⚘ he will admit that even he can go too far sometimes, he knows that.

⚘ and you know that, at least you should by now at the very least.

⚘ but even he has his limits.

⚘ nothing that is too gross or dehumanizing.

⚘ he still sees you as a person, and from his own past experiences he tries to remember that.

⚘ he would expect the same from you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⚘ he prefers to receive, remember what i said about loving to cum on your face?

⚘ but if he goes down on you, just know that you’re special.

⚘ dabi just doesn’t give a fuck when it comes to sex, but when he’s actually trying to make you feel good then you know he likes you.

⚘ in his own twisted way, of course.

⚘ but that still won’t stop him from absolutely destroying you inside and out, no in fact, it just gives him more incentive to.

⚘ so if you want him to go a little easy on you, make sure to open that pretty mouth of yours nice and good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⚘ two words: FAST and ROUGH.

⚘ do not expect anything less from him.

⚘ he’s the dominant one when you in this arrangement and he’s not going to give that up for no one.

⚘ not even for you.

⚘ he’s going to be fucking you so hard into the mattress until your absolutely screaming his name.

⚘ and be warned that if you’re being even the slightest bit bratty, he’s going to punish you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⚘ he really likes them and sometimes even prefers them over regular sex.

⚘ just fair warning though, he’s not going to be gentle at all.

⚘ this will mostly be about getting him off, so if you don’t get much out of it that’s not his problem.

⚘ any feelings of guilt won’t stick around for long though, and if your a good girl he might even fuck you again that night.

⚘ just to how that while he may be a villain, he’s still looking out for you in his own way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⚘ oh he loves to take risks.

⚘ he sees it as kind of pointless if there isn’t at least some risk involved.

⚘ he can’t help but love the way your eyes shrink in fear a little if his hand puts just a little too much pressure on your neck.

⚘ you know he wouldn’t actually kill you, at least not like this.

⚘ but the thought still lingers in the back of your mind...

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⚘ he can last a few an hour or two at most with how many rounds depending on how long the first was.

⚘ but it’s also important to note that while dabi loves to fuck you, he doesn’t want to spend all night having sex.

⚘ he’s fine going a couple rounds but when he’d done he’s done.

⚘ even if you didn’t get to finish or not.

⚘ but let’s not kid ourselves here, you most certainly did.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⚘ be expected to be introduced to toys at some point if you guys continue to see each other.

⚘ he owns all kinds with every intention of pleasure and punishment.

⚘ noting gets him off more than watching your thighs quake around him as he fucks a vibrator into you.

⚘ but he’s quick to turn your pleasure into his own when he over-stimulates you until you’re on the verge of tears, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re grasping onto the sheets underneath you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⚘ it depends on his mood.

⚘ sometimes he wastes no time and just wants to bury himself into your tight cunt already.

⚘ other times, he’ll make you beg for his cock on your knees like a good girl.

⚘ you’ve got to earn it.

⚘ but don’t even think about teasing him, that’s one mistake you won’t ever make again.

⚘ trust me.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⚘ he doesn’t make a lot of noise.

⚘ slight hisses and groans are expected, he doesn’t like to moan a lot.

⚘ but he does get nosier the closer he is to cumming.

⚘ he prefers to make you moan more than he ever will, it’s just so addicting to hear.

⚘ he’ll do whatever it takes to draw out those sweet, sweet noises from that sinful mouth of yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⚘ the two of you have definitely done anal, i mean come on.

⚘ he already loves your ass as much as it is.

⚘ would definitely tell you to get on your hands and needs as he aligns himself with your hole.

⚘ he’d get the lube out of the side table and pour it over his cock, he’s not that cruel.

⚘ it feels so fucking good to him but whether or not you like it is a whole other story.

⚘ if you two have been seeing each other for a good time now he’d respect it if you didn’t want to do it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⚘ he’s a solid 6.1 inches, circumcised.

⚘ and jesus christ does he know how to fuck you with it.

⚘ would it be too much to say that you love his cock?

⚘ what am i saying, of course it wouldn't.

⚘ saying anything less would be a crime punishable by death.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⚘ it surprisingly isn’t that high.

⚘ now don’t get me wrong, he loves to fuck you and will happily do so.

⚘ but like i said, sex isn’t a big deal to him.

⚘ if it were he’d have a bigger sex drive then he does now.

⚘ not to mention most people don’t want to have sex with someone who looks like he does, and he’s accepted that.

⚘ now that he’s found someone that does though his sex drive might increase more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⚘ he’s not very quick to fall asleep.

⚘ more than likely he’ll go outside for a smoke after you’ve both finished.

⚘ or lie in bed and just get lost in his own thoughts, but sleeping isn’t on his mind that’s for sure.

⚘ he’ll be more likely to fall asleep if you’ve taken a lot out of him or if he was more rough than usual.

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cherripeach · 3 years

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Chapter 4

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 8-10: hurricane katrina more like hurricane tortilla

Chapter Summary: Everyone in this school needs their hearing checked.

Warning: Curse words, jokes about death, slight violence, fire,

Words: 4.3k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

While you normally say “Sleep is for the weak,” this is not what you meant. And honestly you want to be weak compared to the literal 7 minutes of sleep you got. Everything felt off, and it wasn’t like your regular sleep schedule was great anyway. All you did the entire night was make up scenarios in your head and contemplate both life and exploring the campus more. However, by the time you decided to go find the tallest tower (just to see it dude), all three ghosts were floating above you close to your ceiling.

You whispered as to not wake up the sleeping cat that needs to stop taking up the bed, “Yo, not cool dude.”

The ghosts just winked at you and proceeded to try and scare the cat out of his slumber by reminding him about cleaning the school, but Grim seemed more like a teenager than you when he responded with a wish of “five more minutes.”

The ghosts did not find this at all amusing, so they continued and even tried to make a morbid joke:

“Laze about too long and you’ll never wake up!” The smaller one started the joke.

“Just like us!” And the largest one ended it.

The ghost's appearance frightened the cat causing the little demon to spring from under the covers and frantically run around the room basically accomplishing nothing. The ghosts, however, did not find this appealing and turned to you.

The tallest one spoke to you, “Are you all going to be living here? You’re gonna get pranked.”

Nodding your head, you agreed to the wonderful idea, but with a twist, “See dude I know you wanna prank us, but I would love to help all of you prank others.” You paused for a second and put your hand on your chin. “I’ve never had ghost friends and I really wanna know what you guys can do..”

Grim was the exact opposite and continued to scream at the ghosts, but you just nodded your head at your brilliant idea and thought of all of your plans that you could get away with ghost friends.

Right at this moment, the oh so gracious headmaster appeared out of thin air and greeted you, “Good morning, you two. Did you sleep well?”

Grim apparently did not, which peeved you off because you were the one up all night, so you just responded with, “Yeah the best sleep I’ve had since I was conceived…”

You knew the headmaster would not understand sarcasm, but honestly why is he even in your room in the early morning without knocking? The world will never know. And with a small world from him you zoned him out. At least until he mentioned cleaning the Main Street of the Campus. Once he stopped his speech his eyes flew to yours to wait for an answer.

“Sure, headmaster, but what am I supposed to use and where is this “Main Street”??” He never explained anything to you. I mean even if you listen when you try, the man tells you nothing.

Here he goes trying to not explain anything to you, “I'm counting on you. You have permission to have lunch in the school cafeteria. Take care of your work enthusiastically.” He yeeted out of here just like your world did to you.

“Ughhh, at least we get lunch…” You sighed into the unknown hoping someone would save you from this.

“Tsk... No way I'm doing any cleaning. I wanna go to class, and bang! Boom boom boom! Use a bunch of awesome magic.” There was no use speaking to either of the two children of the school.

“Dude, please, let’s just go and get this over with. Got it?” The cat just muttered in response to your reasoning, and you took that as a sign that he listened and that was the best you were ever gonna get from him.

You got yourself together and decided that since nothing was gonna go your way, why act like it was. Your ideal belief made you not even look at yourself in a mirror, but just pull up the hood you had on from yesterday and grab some of the cleaning supplies that you found in the dorm.

You and Grim headed out, and you waved a goodbye at the ghosts and blew a kiss at them because it is for the homies.

Grim did end up abandoning you for a while to go find some “great tuna” for him to snack on.

While walking out of the dorm and into the normal path of the school you encountered some odd people, and you actually considered yourself to be odd so these people were like the weirdest of the weirdos. One was a really jacked up on steroids furry, another was this pair of twins who everyone was avoiding and had weird anime twin hair which was the same hairstyle but parted differently or something, and you even saw an adorable boy, which is not considered weird, but he looked incredibly peeved at the rocks that he was kicking. Their outfits were all similar, but you did notice that there was a slight color difference between all the different people.

Since life is not going your way and probably never will, you decided that the next person who you saw that you did not already see before you would ask directions from. The one problem with that is that the dude had a very sus vibe. He had on like a hat that was from like the 1800’s, but he did not have any other terrible features. He was rather breathtaking if you thought about it, but his eyes moved all around the crowd walking to get somewhere, and that gave you enough stalker vibes. His blonde hair in the bob was very cute, and maybe a little bit attractive, but his fashion sense was eccentric. Honestly, he was just eccentric. However, weighing your options, he is mostly approachable, and besides who isn't afraid of everyone they meet.

You strided up to the man with as much confidence as a supermodel has. The male’s eyes swiftly darted to your form once you changed directions just making everything more awkward. Confusion spread through his face, but you kept on walking and stumbling and even lifted your hand for a small wave to him. The male did observe you just like you did him and found that you would not be a threat at least not that much and allowed your approach.

Once you were within a distance where both of you could hear one another, he spoke, “Well, well, well, is there anyway I can help you, canard?” The man gently smiled at you, and damn you were hooked, but the man totally watched you stumble around wondering who to turn to, so this was just a cute situation.

“Um, you see, I don’t know where the main street is..Could you help me?” This man was actually making you nervous, but you put it all to how charming he was.

“Oui, who would I be to not help un petit canard.” His hand went to his chest, and while with the headmaster and most of the others on this campus would piss you off if they did it, the male in front of you actually made you feel a little reassured.

Your mind paused for a second to finally realize, ‘It’s been five minutes and I already have a slight crush… wow.’

The male waved his hand to motion for you to follow him as his grin just grew and he turned around, and you in your confused glory stumbled after him. He slowed his footsteps to allow you to both match him and keep up with him in the long run, and he began to make conversation with you.

“You must be the magicless student, oui?” As gentle as he looked when he lightly smiled and closed his eyes, he also had an air of danger floating around him. You wanted to trust him but also didn’t.

“Yeah, dude...don’t know why I’m here either, and I can’t leave. Nothing seems to be going my way.” You shook your head and sighed deeply, but you were just happy that someone would listen.

“Poor petit canard, it would be my honor to help you with any of your problems,” he’s really good. He’s probably the best person you have met since the sun because he actually seems a little nice.

“Thanks a lot. With all of the assholes and weirdos here, I didn’t exactly expect someone who would care about me.” You placed your gaze on the ground where you watched your feet and his walk while your lips turned up slightly, but you did think that this guy was weird enough for making you feel embarrassed and his whole odd vibe.

“It is no problem, petit canard, but I would recommend giving a chance to the people here,” he halted his speech and steps for a second just to land in front of you and to turn around causing his gaze to meet yours while you slowly looked up at him, “No one is like they seem.” His eyes did those weird anime think where a light shines over them for a second.

“What?” Your mouth gaped open in visible shock at the man before you.

At least until he twisted back around with the wind giving his jacket a flutter, “We have arrived, canard. Do have a nice day, oui?” With a bow of his hat, the blonde hair man was out.

“You know what, that is probably gonna be the most normal person I will meet at this school,” you thought for a second recognizing that you forgot about the dude from last night, “either him or the silver haired sleeping beauty.” You chuckled to yourself.

You began to scan your surroundings which consisted of seven different statues and a long path leading up to the school one way and out the gate another. Many trees also decorated the area outside the path.

And from this you determined that you would need the broom and washcloth you brought, but a rake would be appreciated.

You groaned out to announce your displeasure and got started on cleaning up the place, and that is when Grim showed up to begin complaining that he had to pay for the tuna and that no one would give it to him for free. He even said that someone even threatened to kick him out of the school, but that did not surprise you. You just threw a cloth at him and told him to go scrub the statues.

He did his job for a good ten minutes without mouthing off at any of the students walking on the street getting ready to start school, but he did turn to you while washing the statue of the Queen of Hearts from the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland.

“Hey, servant,” the cat peered up at you with big doe eyes, “What’s with all these statues? All seven of them look pretty scary,” the cat gazed up at the statue he was cleaning again, “This granny looks especially snobby.”

You just giggled at his statement, but a male with red orange hair and a red heart on his face came up to you too, and he was puzzled, “You don’t know about the Queen of Hearts?”

Grim gawked back at the male, “Queen of Hearts? Is she important?”

“Grim, no one is important unless someone makes them important, so logically speaking no.” You just had to cut in with an idea about society that you just thought about.

The male with the heart on his cheek had something to say and started going on and on about how amazing she was as a queen. You just ignored him and went to work because you have heard of her and all that she was before, but Grim was captivated and started basically worshiping the words that came out of the male’s mouth. Grim even added in comments about the Queen here and there, but then Grim asked, “By the way, who are you?” and that caught your attention from cleaning.

“I’m Ace, a fresh-faced first year. Nice to meetcha~” Ace winked at the two of you.

But you had to open your mouth, “Who calls themselves a fresh-faced first year. That’s basically saying you're fresh meat.” You raised an eyebrow while asserting your belief.

However, neither of the boys listened to you.

“I’m Grim, a genius who’ll become the greatest magician.” Grim just had to introduce himself; he even introduced you and called you both a dimwit and a servant which did not surprise you.

Ace turned to you and in your eyes tried to compliment you, “You’ve got an odd sounding name.”

“Thanks I guess, dude, but why are you here?” He had to be leaving for class soon, but he was just sticking to you two. His introduction confused you about his personality because after all the people you have met only three of them had been slightly nice and even then, all of them were odd. This guy had to be hiding something, and you think it might be something to do about his personality.

“What are you talking about? I’m just here to help you two. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” Ace responded.

‘So he wanted to cause trouble,’ was your immediate reaction.

Ace then turned back to Grim who started a conversation about Scar from Lion King. All that was in your head was “Be Prepared” the villain song in the movie while you watched the two discuss who Scar was and what happened in the movie. But Ace never mentions his death or how he betrayed those who helped him. From your understanding, there was a serious misconception about villains at this school. Now that you thought about it they must clearly respect and reverence them because they had statues of some of the worst Disney villains. And throughout your debate, those two started to talk about Ursula from The Little Mermaid, but Ace referred to her as “The Sea Witch.” Nothing was similar really from the interpretations of the story in your world or this other world’s interpretations.

While you will admit that some of the villains were not as bad as they could have been and that they were not total villains because most times the main characters and heroes of the stories were total pretentious assholes who knew nothing of ruling a kingdom or anything, romanticizing villains is a little wrong. Moana, though, an absolute queen. Cinderella also deserved better.

The two visited every statue from Jafar from Aladdin to the ‘Evil Queen’ which they called the ‘Beautiful Queen’ from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to Hades from Hercules but the entire storyline was off because in greek mythology Hades wasn’t even the villain behind the story but whatever. The two finally gathered their stuff next to Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, so you followed the two along because this was the last one and you needed to observe Ace, “the fresh meat,” more.

Grim asked the question about the statue, “And the last one, with the horns?”

Ace went on about her too, “That is the Witch of Thorns from the Magic Mountains. Noble and elegant, even within the Seven, she is top class in magic and curses! She can summon lightning and storms, cover an entire country in thorns, her magic is on a whole other level. There was even a time she transformed into a huge dragon!” You just nodded along at his speech.

Grim even contributed again, “Ooh! A dragon! All monsters look up to them!” Grim looked so overjoyed for having someone to tell him about the villains; he’s just your idiotic cat sibling.

“They’re all so cool!” There had to be a moment where Ace showed his true self but he hasn’t done it, “Unlike a certain raccoon.” And there it is!!

Grim backed up in alarm from the kid and switched his gaze quickly to you in panic. He was an incredibly trusting cat which made you feel pretty bad for him.

Ace ignored the communication between you and Grim and like a proper villain presented his monologue to you two, “Pfft... Ahaha! I can't bear it anymore! Ahahahaha! Aren't you the guys who went crazy at the entrance ceremony? You were summoned by the Dark Mirror even though you can't use magic, and you, a monster, weren't called but still trespassed. Yeahhh, it took everything I had not to lose it at the ceremony.” His laugh sounded like a fart trying to come out but was halted by the butt cheek and the fabric of the pants so really not cute.

Grim shifted his attention back to “fresh meat” and gawked at him, “Whaaa!? You're a rude one!”

Since you wanted to find more about this kid before you beat him up, you gave him a second to explain himself.

“And now you aren't allowed in and got regulated to be a janitor? Haha, how lame.” Is this kid kidding? Grim even agrees with you after his noises of distress and disagreement with the kid, but the kid kept going, “On top of that, you don't even know about the Great Seven. How ignorant can you be? As I recommend you go back to kindergarten before coming to Night Raven College.”

You just shook your head at the boy ready to step in once he finished his little speech.

“I thought I'd just mess with you a bit, but you really blew my expectations away. Unlike you two, I actually have classes to attend. Keep this school squeaky clean, you two~” The boy whistled at you two and waved at you and walked away.

At least he tried to before his collar was in your hands and your eyes were right in front of yours.

“Y’know I’ll give you some praise because you are the most pretentious fuck I have met at this school,” You let go of his collar and knocked his feet a little to make sure he would fall to the ground, “ And what are you like five. All of your jabs at us are literally terrible, but that’s not even the worst of it. You must be so bored of your life or have such a small dick that making fun of people supposedly weaker than you, just gets you off. I never get people like you who belittle and tease others. Is it fun kid, huh, to make jokes to basically another kid when you just know how they are gonna react? ”

Ace sat on the ground stunned by your comments acting like a helpless child who just got yelled at with his red flushed cheeks and his balled up hands by his side. At that point, you realized that there was a crowd gathering around your little spat, and Ace’s cheeks and embarrassment was probably due to getting yelled at by the magicless student who became the janitor.

However, Grim did not process that you were already lecturing the kid before he blew flames at the two of you.

“Are you kidding me GriM? I’m right here!” Normally fight or flight would respond to his action, but yours was not working causing you to stay in the same spot while some of the flames got closer.

The kid was running away screaming stuff like “Nope not today” and “why,” but after he stood all the way up and walked a couple footsteps his collar was in your hand again.

“Not happening, pipsqueak. You’re gonna pay for your actions.” You pulled him around to make sure he could hear you and see the mess of people running around behind you and the cat still trying to blow fire at the two of you.

Grim even started yelling, only making the flames worse and more rowdy, “It's what you get for making fun of me! I'm gonna light up that fire-head of yours!” Grim even smirked to make his point and pointed at the boy still in your hold.

This immature boy was not able to read the atmosphere and stood up to the fire breathing cat, “Fire-head, huh?Heeeeee. You've really got guts picking a fight with me. You too. I'll turn you into a puffy, little toy-poodle!”

You slapped him on the back of the head for that causing his head to go forward and his hand to grab where you slapped. But Grim kept on shooting fire.

At least until Ace managed to get out of your hold by twisting and wiggling so much. Once he left he ran over to join in Grim and have a fight, and it just seemed like these past couple of days nothing would go your way.

Ace took out the pen thing you saw yesterday and pointed in directly with a light coming out of it at Grim causing wind to go everywhere blowing the fire. More people also began to crowd around the two and murmurs and gossip broke out everywhere, but all you could pay attention to was stopping them.

That didn't work out.

The two kept on spitting insults at each other and magic, and once you got close you grabbed Ace by the ear pulling on it causing him to slightly turn from the fight. You tried to lecture Ace in that moment to tell him to stop, but Ace was far too focused on the cat in front of him and ended up grabbing your wrist, throwing it off his ear, and then shoving you right on your hands and butt into the cement where some flames were.

All in all basically getting roasted alive was a solid 3/10, but you are sure some people got pictures and videos of it. Since you did get out of those flames in a split second and ‘Stop, Drop, and Roll’ which surprisingly worked, all you ended up with is some burns on the palm of your hands and the back of your calves. And since everything was pissing you off today you also found out that the cult-like cloak you were wearing is fireproof.

Grim got more enraged the more the fight went on and finally had enough, “Eat that!”

A great amount of flames appeared darted toward Ace, but Ace had other plans, “And I just change my trajectory with the wind like… that!” The wind sent the flames hurtling to the statue of the Queen of Hearts causing the statue to be engulfed into flames.

And your only thought was, ‘This school needs to offer a physics class even a basic math class if all these magicians are as bad at predicting as this one.’

The two children were panicking and running in circles with their stupid tails between their legs screaming at each other and blaming each other. You just wanted to get this over with because you knew that you would be in trouble even though you can’t control anyone or threaten anyone because you are magicless. Grim is also a wild cat, and cats never listen.

Right as Ace tried to reason with Grim the headmaster showed up, but that only caused two to overreact in fear of him and run away from him and the problem both of them caused.

Neither escaped of course because they both got whipped which made you think what were the laws regarding teachers and children because you know that whips mostly were not allowed at school and not to be used on children.

Nevermind that because the lovely headmaster with his gorgeous top hap and magnificent cape started another lecture, “This is my Lash of Love! It'll be another hundred years before you can outrun me!I told you just yesterday to 'not cause any trouble', didn't I?Then you go and char the statues of the Great Seven!I very much would like to see you expelled.”

You could not wait to be let out and with a blank voice you let out, “Honestly, please let me out. I’ll take the streets over this.”

No one heard you or at least no one seemed to.

“Assholes,'' you grit your teeth ready to bear with another problem the headmaster gave you.

Ace did not agree with you and screeched out, “Wait! Not that!” He whined like the baby he is.

The headmaster could only make your day worse by turning to you who by the way is still covered in burns and had a look of pure defeat on your face and address, “And you, this is not how you supervise Grim.”

You just exhaled and promised to yourself that while getting expelled and kicked out of this school sounded great, living on the streets did not (Even if it did for the tiniest second there), so you nodded and smiled as best as your strained face from anger could take.

The headmaster thought that was enough and turned to Ace asking, “My goodness.. You, what's your grade and name?”

Ace actually replied, most likely in fear, “Ace Trappola, first year.”

The gracious headmaster was pleased, “Then, Trappola, Grim, and you as punishment, I order the three of you to wash 100 window around campus!” He bounced his head probably affirming to himself that he chose the proper punishment after he pointed at you.

Grim did not agree, “Nyaaa!? It's all cause this joker was making fun of us!”

Ace also did not, “Eeeh!? Me too?”

You silently sympathized with the headmaster for having to deal with so many children because he could only respond undoubtedly, “Most definitely! After school, meet in the cafeteria. Understood?”

The two children groaned in disapproval but went with it.

And Grim stated something that you couldn't agree more with,“Nothing but misery since yesterday!!”

Your only response to the entire situation was to fall onto the cement again and try not to cry because a bad bitch doesn’t.

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Hahaha...I can't with myself. I tried to make this short, but it's the longest one so far. Thank you so much for reading everything, and I hope you have a great day!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x you #twst x reader

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years

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So here’s AU single dad Mark, you can see the vibe his picture inspired here (who is inspired by a real person loosely)

Warning: cursing, mention of drugs and sex. Mention of violence.

“Doctor, you have one last appointment and then you’re free! New puppy needs vaccines and looks very healthy. The guy is seriously dreamy so just mentally prepare yourself for that.” My receptionist Ashley said as she handed me the file. “They’re in number 2.”

I glanced over the file and audibly groaned, drawing both receptionists attention. “I know Mark! Shit! I hope he didn’t recognize my name and come here on purpose. To be quite honest though, I don’t think he’ll even remember me.”

Ashley leaped from her chair to get close enough to whisper, “I need the deets Doc! Did you have a one night stand with him? Or lose your v card to him at prom? Or oh my gosh! did you choose your career over him and left him behind for vet school?”

“Stop reading smut on the internet, and come back to reality. He was 2 years older than me and talked to me one time at a party, informing me that I had potential if I would dress more like a girl, and less like a veterinarian. I doubt he’ll remember it tho.” I chuckled, shaking my head, “Get back to work.” I said as I walked over to room 2, taking a deep breath before opening the door, coming face to face with Mark. He was still drop dead gorgeous.

“My bad, I thought you’d come thru the other door. Dakota, Danielle. Please sit down nice for the Doctor, so your puppy doesn’t get nervous.”

Mark tried to wrangle his two small children to sit down, but at around 2-4 years old, that wasn’t gonna happen. I wondered what girl had snatched up Mark as I checked the puppy out.

“Oh my — kids earmuffs— “ Mark verified both children were in fact covering their ears before turning back to me with a big cheesy smile on his face. “No fucking way! You seriously became a veterinarian!” He exclaimed chuckling.

“Well you gave me the idea, so I just ran with it, “ I said with a smirk.

“Oh my God. You remember I said that? I was a punk, I’m sorry. I just had a thing for you and you’d always ignore me or blow me off, every time I tried to get your attention.”

“I don’t recall you ever trying to get my attention. I do recall you ignoring me.”

“No. I didn’t even have any classes in the portables and I’d go hang out over there and always say what’s up as you’d walk by. I went to all your basketball games and you never once acknowledged my existence and I tried to talk to you in the library a couple times and you would always shoosh me.”

“ well that’s what you’re supposed to do in a library. Also, going into the general vicinity of someone, and expecting them to know somehow that you’re there for them, isn’t very obvious, especially considering the one time you speak to them you tell her that she has potential but dresses like a veterinarian, which is pretty cool if you ask me.” I giggled. Oh sweet mother of God, I giggled. He was so hot, my brain was malfunctioning. Eventhough he was most likely full of shit and trying to get a discount or something, it was wild to think, I was so intimidated by him, I refused to entertain the idea that he might actually like me. It was pretty hilarious. “Looks like you found your happily ever after anyways. Who’s the lucky lady? Anyone I know?”

“Huh?” He looked confused for a few couple beats and then it dawned on him. “Oh yeah I got two awesome mini mes.”

“We’re the 3 musketeers!” A little voice squeaked out.

“Oh sorry. I just figured 2 kids that use ear muffs and the designer dog, someone had domesticated you.” I said looking up to see Mark blush.

“Remember Anna Winters? That’s his mommy and—“

“I don’t mean to interrupt Mark, but could I borrow your little musketeers to feed some newborn puppies that were dumped here? Then we can have a few minutes to catch up. I think you’re my last appointment. Do you mind? The girls and I do it, but they look like they’re good little helpers.”

Both children leaped out of their seats and started jumping up and down pleading to let them help so Mark agreed. I called Ashley in and she was super enthusiastic about having helpers, till she realized Mark wasn’t coming too. As soon as they closed the door, I turned to Mark.

“Thought it would be best if they didn’t hear adult conversations, especially involving their mother.”

“Mothers.”

“I kinda figured since your little girl looks possibly Latina?”

Mark nodded his head. “Yeah So Anna is a full fledged crackhead out in LA or something last I heard. Who knows? She might even be dead. She left him with me when he was a week old and never came back.”

“Wow! What a deplorable human being! But then you had naked time with a lady again, and she got pregnant too huh?” I teased. “Maybe no one told you how this works...”

“No I get it. Danielle’s mom was Dakota’s babysitter, and she just never really went away and it was convenient, and she cleaned and took care of Dakota. But she stopped taking birth control unbeknownst to me, and she winds up pregnant, wanting to get married.”

“So Wait! I know this part! You being the most romantic motherfucker on the planet, was like let’s go to Disneyland and get married in the castle right before the fireworks go off!” I had to give him some shit. He was such a cliche.

Mark laughed his same dorky weird laugh, and I couldn’t help but to laugh too. “No I told her I’m not marrying you. I don’t love you, and she’s like well then as soon as I have this kid, it’s all yours. If you don’t want me, I don’t want your ugly baby.”

“I’d be like ‘it got it from its mama’. She’s adorable though, so you really came out ahead there. What are the odds you’d get two deadbeat moms in a row?”

“Don’t remind me. What’s your story? You married? Kids?”

“Well I went to school and graduated top of my class, so i got into vet school, which is way harder than regular old medical school since there aren’t as many options. Plus it’s pretty challenging. With people you just got to figure out people. I have to know the dogs, cats, horses, goats, birds, lizards pretty much anything that’s alive and not from the primate family, i gotta figure it out. Last week somebody brought in a damn baby kangaroo, trying to tell me it’s a wallaby, and I was like where did you get a Kangaroo in Salt Lake City? Sorry, to answer your actual questions, No baby daddy’s cuz I’ve never met anyone that’s as awesome as I am, so until then I’m just saving the world, one litter at a time. Let’s go peek at them, come on.” I tiptoed out the door, over to the batch of kennels I had them living in, and we peeked around the wall, to see both kids feeding two puppies each, smiling from ear to ear.

“What kind of puppies are they?” Mark whispered.

“Go back in the room and I’ll tell you the story.”

He looked so adorable tiptoeing along, trying to be sneaky. He was like that one part of Fantasia where everybody knows but him that he’s too big to be sneaky.

We get back in the room and he sits on the little bench, patting the seat next to him, looking up at me all sexy like. He knows what he’s doing. “Come sit. I won’t bite.” He said with a lustful tone. Or maybe I just wanted to jump on him and any tone would be lustful......

“You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna squirt you with the spray bottle,” I couldn’t help but laugh at my own joke. He found it less funny. “They’re all Blood Hounds. The mother got shot by the owners worthless boyfriend, claiming she attacked him, when I have a strong suspicion she was defending the woman from him. The mama dog did get ahold of the guy and shredded his arm up bad enough, it’ll never work again. The woman dropped the puppies off saying he’d kill them when he got home, so that’s how I got nine Bloodhound puppies that have to be fed every few hours. I didn’t have the heart to put them down, and the shelter would of killed them.”

“Aren’t Bloodhounds expensive?”

“Well yes. And they’re actually AKC, but I’m going to fix them all before I adopt them out. I rescue, I don’t profit off animal sales. Just maintenance. I actually offered them to the police since they’ve got the best noses in the business. They’re trying to get the money together to train them. Las Vegas wants two of them, but they got that casino money.”

“How much does it cost to train a dog?”

“Like $22k I think it is. Takes a few years depending if they’re looking for people, drugs, bombs... ”

“Wow. How are you not taken?” He blurted out.

“My bullshit tolerancy is almost non-existent, I work a lot, I’m the only one that thinks I’m funny, i dress like a veterinarian and I’m shallow. How are you single? All that man pretty and diaper changing skills.”

Mark looked down and blushed again. “Ok I’m just gonna go for it. Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” I swear he is holding his breath. Dammit. So cute.

“How about now? When they’re done feeding the puppies, you wanna go feed your rugrats?” I inquired.

“I meant like on a date, just you and me.”

He was so pretty, I wanted to sit on his face, “Oh ho! I cant be alone with you, I’ll get pregnant. Even now, I’m at risk. I need tiny chaperones.”

“Is that so?” He said rising to his feet with a mischevious look on his face, glancing between my eyes and lips. I took a step back and the wall was there. I was trapped. I tried to look oblivious but when he leaned against the wall behind me, with an arm on each side of my head, leaning in so his lips lightly brush my ear, he whispers; “where’s your spray bottle now?”

Oh fuck it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft and he was surprisingly gentle and not trying to be handsy. What the fuck was I doing!? I pulled away scanning his face for I don’t know what.

“What?” He asked all breathy and desperate, rubbing his perfect little nose on my cheek, getting almost close enough to kiss me, wanting me to close the gap.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I’ll know when I see it.”

“Shut up and kiss me....please?”

Fuck. Anyone else I would have sent packing, but Mark was so tall, and beautiful, and confident, and took care of his kids, and God he smelled good, and if he fucked as well as he kissed, then I might just keep him. I pushed my lips into his and he kissed me a bit more aggressive biting my lower lip.

This was either a really great idea, or the worst idea I’ve ever had, but either way, I was gonna see how it played out.

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kenzieam · 5 years

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Druid - Chapter Six

Rating: M (smut, language, violence, mature themes, potential major character death)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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“Levi.” He stumbles over my name, sounding blown away, almost like he’d just been kicked in the guts.

“Hi, James.” I reply and he winces; from hearing my voice or my use of his given name?

Steve clears his throat and steps to the side, pulling Nat against him. He eyes his best friend carefully before turning his gaze back to me; something flashes in his eyes, something knowing and he smiles ever so slightly.

“Why don’t you two catch up?” He asks, glancing down at Nat, brow raised. “We’ll take you out another night as thanks, right, babe?” At her nod he resumes his piercing stare, directed partially at me, partially at the leather and denim-clad man shifting uneasily beside his monster bike.

Neither James nor I seem to possess the ability to answer, so Steve continues; I both curse and love his gentle insistence, giving us the push we seem to need.

“Yeah, go have dinner.” He turns to James. “Nat and I are buying Lev’s house, we were just taking her out to celebrate.”

James shifts his weight, leather boots squeaking quietly, a massive hand rasps against the stubble on his jaw. “Brother, I can’t intrude-”

Now Nat’s in on it too. “No, it’s fine.” She looks my way. “Tomorrow night, okay, Levi?” There’s a quiet plea in her eyes. She’s worried about James and I too, and in the same gentle-hearted way as her husband, she’s trying to help us.

I’d be a major fucking bitch if I said no to this, it’s just eating and talking, can I not get through that?

Well, my original plan was to see if the fates pushed James and I together, and the fates have definitely done that.

“Okay.” I murmur, forcing a smile, even though inside I’m shaking with nerves. What if I’ve come to this realization, that I love James and want to start a family with him, and he uses this dinner as his opportunity to tell me to fuck off? I ran away like a brat a year ago and refused to even speak to him, I’d definitely deserve it.

Relief and something else far more vulnerable flash across his handsome face and, for the briefest second, I see the depths of the despair and anguish he’s been carrying and my heart clenches in a mix of shame and tenderness. I never want to see that again in his hypnotic eyes, never want to feel the abject misery he wears like a coat ever again.

Only good times, only happiness.

“Great!” Steve chirps. In a few short strides he’s at James’ side, slapping him hard on the back then turning back to me.

I take a hesitant step forward, swallow past my dry throat. “Any place in particular?” I ask James.

Steve, his hand clasping James’ shoulder, glances at his friend, waiting for his answer.

“How about the Station?”

I nod, unable to stop a smile. “Yeah, that would be nice. Can I meet you there? I drove down.” I point vaguely towards my Subaru. We might be meeting for dinner and to talk, but I know I won’t be able to survive straddling this man’s bike and clinging to his wide, hot body.

He nods, and if he’s disappointed I’m not going to spider-monkey him, it doesn’t show. He jolts again as Steve slaps his shoulder a second time.

“Have a good time. Levi, we’ll call you tomorrow. Trent said the papers should be ready by noon.”

“Yeah.” I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “Thank you, you guys.” I embrace Nat and get a bone-crushing bear hug from Steve, not missing his breath of a whisper in my ear.

‘Just talk to him Levi, please don’t break his heart.’

Shit, if the Captain only knew my thoughts.

They leave, pulling away in Steve’s massive jacked-up pickup; it’s similar to Thor’s monster truck, but is painted a deep maroon red, almost black cherry.

James clears his throat, reminding me why I’m still standing here. “You don’t have to-” he begins, sounding like a defeated little boy.

Hot shame rises in my throat. Christ, I did a number on him, I need to make this right, I need to let James know how I really feel about him.

“No, I want to.” I turn back to him, reach over tentatively to take his hand. He tenses, eyes darting to me and back down to our hands, before relaxing minutely. His fingers jolt in mine, as if hit by a current.

I felt it too.

“I’ll meet you there?” I glance down. “I’m not really dressed to ride.” It’s true, I’m wearing a boho printed maxi skirt and knotted black tank, a few inches of midriff showing, no matter how much I pull and tug at the shirt.

James swallows visibly. “Sure.” His voice has a noticeably rasp to it.

“Let’s go...?” I half ask, half declare. He’s standing here like installation art and I’d rather be sitting somewhere a bit more private than at public sidewalk when I tell him what is half-bursting from my chest.

He shakes himself loose visibly, and a nervous, embarrassed grin pulls at his adorable lips. “Sure.” He repeats.

He waits at the curb, sitting on his idling bike until I pull out, then falls in place behind me. He’s wearing a full-face black helmet, and it’s slightly disconcerting not being able to see his eyes, so I clear my throat and focus on the road ahead.

The Station is just that. Functioning as a railway station until the mid-fifties, it was converted into a restaurant/lounge not too long after. It’s the most popular restaurant in town, managing to project a friendly, hip vibe even though it hasn’t been renovated in my lifetime. It’s a safe option; not too formal, not too relaxed, especially if we sit on the lounge side.

I park at that end of the building and James pulls his bike beside me. I step out then turn and reach back inside to grab the light cardigan on the passenger seat. Too late, I realize this probably put my ass on display for James to look at and jerk back upright, whirling to catch James quickly looking away. I fumble nervously with it, cursing myself for the slip-up. He’s suddenly beside me, breath warm on my bare shoulder and I fight a shudder of rising desire. I glance silently towards him, see his cheeks are pink, eyes studiously lowered to where his hands help my arms through the sweater.

His touch is scorching and his hands rest for the briefest moment on top of my shoulders after he pulls the cardigan completely up. I’m just about to lean back against him when he lets go and steps past. Stepping up onto the sidewalk, he pauses then turns back to me, holding out his hand with a hopeful look.

His smile when I reach out and accept his proffered hand is dazzling and it makes my heart skip a few beats. He pulls me closer than he probably would have if we were just friends, or if I hadn’t accepted his hand so easily just now. He holds the door open and waits until I walk through.

Although still tentative, he seems to be gaining confidence at my receptivity, leading me to a booth in the corner.

A waitress appears out of nowhere. “Drinks?”

James glances at me. I quickly debate then go for it. “Dirty Corona, please.”

He grins. “Two please.” After she leaves, he turns back to me. “Haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“Well, it is the Station’s specialty.” I tease. If it is, it’s only because our senior class first decided to drain the neck of a fresh Corona and refill it with spiced rum before adding the lime and then beat that horse to death, ordering it practically non-stop until the restaurant gave in and made it a regular menu item.

She’s back, dropping two sweating bottles and the shots of rum if front of us then pulling out her notepad. “Have you decided what to eat?”

I glance at James. “Do they still have fish tacos?”

He nods.

“I’ll have those and a side of calamari, please.”

James settles on a bacon cheeseburger with sweet potato fries and I lean forward covertly, motioning him closer. As he leans forward, I grin, feeling a little flirty.

“Are you sharing those fries?” I tease.

His brows lift, obviously not expecting me to be playful. He recovers quickly. “Only if you share the calamari.”

“Deal.” I reply, reaching for my beer. I drain the neck, then pour in the rum. James watches me intently as I squeeze some lime juice into the beer before stuffing the wedge down into the neck. His eyes flick to my throat as I swallow and I feel a bolt of heat.

“So... what have you been up to?” James asks quietly, doing the same to his own drink. There’s a hesitancy in his voice that I ache to relieve. The ease in which we’ve been interacting for the last few minutes has only emboldened me, confirmed my burgeoning hope that we can work, that there was something between us, and still is.

“Honestly? A lot of thinking, a shit-load of tattooing, trying to distract myself.”

Surprised longing darkens James’ gaze and he blinks a few times, concentrating hard on his thumbnail worrying at his beer’s label. He swallows hard but doesn’t speak.

“I’m sorry, James. I was wrong to run away like I did.” It’s easier to say the words than I thought it would be.

He physically jolts, obviously not daring to hope for such a confession. His eyes dart back up to mine before dropping back to the bottle. His exhale is unsteady. “I wish you’d stayed. We should have talked.”

“I know. I was scared.”

“Of me?” There’s a quiet despair in his voice.

“No.” I chew my bottom lip until it stings sharply. “Of what I felt, being with you.”

His eyes lock with mine and he blinks rapidly; burgeoning hope warring with painful wariness.

I let out a long breath, run my hands through my hair as I fight for the right words. “I had a crush on you in high school, maybe even more than a crush, but I told myself these last ten years it was nothing, that you never had the same feelings. And then, when I came back, and you started glaring at me like I stomped on your puppy, I figured it was because you hated me, or thought I was distracting Thor or something. I never thought it could be because you wanted me.” I pause, swallowing hard before I continue. “When you kissed me in the clubhouse kitchen, it woke something up in me; something I had no idea even existed. After that, Thor’s attention wasn’t what I wanted anymore, but it all happened so fast... I panicked.”

James swallows hard, bottom lip trembling slightly before he replies. “Loved you.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t just because I ‘wanted’ you, I loved you.”

Jesus. But he said ‘loved’, past tense. “Not anymore, though?”

He seems surprised, glancing back up at me with a frown of confusion.

“You said ‘loved me’, not anymore?”

A hint of his old cocky grin, a flash of relief in his eyes. “No.” He takes a deep breath and continues, his voice warm and rough. “Not loved. I love you. I always have.”

Sudden, hot tears spring to my eyes and I can’t stop a shuddering gasp. He can’t, after all the shit I’ve put him through, still feel that way.

He leans forward to speak, only to sit back sharply in surprise when the waitress appears, all but throwing our plates on the table with her near-demented efficiency.

“Enjoy!” She chirps and I wonder if she’s so focused on her job she honestly didn’t realize the emotional miasma she just walked into. She is genuinely oblivious, already turning on her heel to hit another table.

I sniff, managing to rein in my tears and reach for my fork, hesitantly spearing a piece of calamari. I need some time to process James’ words and he seems to realize this. He’s quiet as he assembles his burger, flicking careful glances at me. He looks relieved I haven’t just leapt to my feet and ran out.

“I-” I bite my bottom lip again. “I didn’t know, I didn’t-” I look up, trying to convey through my eyes what I’m having such a shit time forming into words. “You always looked so pissed off.”

“I know.” He replies quietly, food forgotten as he watches me. “I wasn’t exactly obvious. And I was mad, but because you were with Thor and not me, that I’d blown my chance again.”

I think back to his flirty, friendly demeanor as I teased him about piercings, before Thor appeared and wrapped me up in his whirlwind; he had been trying, had been interested; I just hadn’t recognized it. Shit.

He reads my thoughts. “It’s not your fault. I could have said something instead of just sulking, but Thor’s... Thor; he’s like a god or something, women just fall all over him.”

He honestly thinks he doesn’t compare to Thor? That he too isn’t some earthbound god?

“I did,” I admit. “He is charming, but there was always you in the background. I didn’t understand why you were always staring at me, but I never stopped to ask myself how I knew that, if I wasn’t watching for you too?”

A flicker of surprise in his blue eyes, and he’s silent for a heartbeat, contemplating my words. I myself hadn’t even wondered this until recently, how I always seemed to know where James was, what he was doing, even though I was usually firmly planted in Thor’s lap.

We’re quiet for a while, but it’s comfortable; I pretend to be sneaky, snatching a few of James’ fries, and he grins widely, reaching a massive paw over to grasp a goodly portion of my calamari, laughing out loud when I squeak and try to wrestle them back. He relents, but his hand stays in mine and, for a beat, that low-level static charge between us seems to quiet, fall into a contented hum. He’s the first to pull his hand free and return to his food, but his eyes don’t leave mine.

One beer turns into two and, before I know it, the thought that’s been running rampant through my head dodges my filters and tumbles out of my mouth. “I don’t want this to end.” I say as we share the Station’s famous dessert, ice cream and a sinful brownie so decadent and soft, it’s still half batter.

His eyebrows quirk. “What to end?” His voice is low but wary.

Oh well, I’m committed now. “Tonight, we’re done eating, but I don’t want it to end.” Too late, I realize I’ve been holding my spoon too long in my mouth, my tongue curling in the bowl, trying to lick the last of the brownie, giving James’ an unintentional show.

A warm grin lights up his face. “It doesn’t have to; did you want to come over? We could watch a movie.”

I mask my abject delight with a teasing lilt. “Big scary bikers have movie nights? They aren’t out rabble-rousing and partying all night?”

“Not this one; some of my younger brothers, yes; but not me, not anymore.” He grins again. “And what the hell is rabble-rousing? Some Texas thing?” He distracts me for a moment, licking his own spoon with swoon-worthy attention; damn, these brownies are epic.

I snort a giggle, rolling my eyes. “That would be great, James. I just need to book a hotel room and drop off my stuff-”

“You can stay with me.” At my surprised look, he continues. “Not like that, not if you don’t want to. I have a guest room, save you some cash.”

I ponder the wisdom of that. The cash part doesn’t bother me, but are we ready? Not if you don’t want to, echoes in my head. James isn’t pushing me, he isn’t expecting me to share his bed; he’s willing to go slow. I have to admit the thought of cuddling with him on the couch is definitely enticing.

“Okay, but-”

He holds up his hand, correctly interpreting my next words. “No pressure, just friends.”

“Friends.” I agree.

His house is surprisingly homey and comfortable. I expected a full-on bachelor pad, but he’s taken pains to surpass that. Sure, his bookcase is still 2 x 6’s and cinder blocks, and one corner of the living room seems dedicated to an indoor workshop, but if you didn’t know it was an MC President living here, you wouldn’t know by looking around.

A cat twines sinuously around my legs, purring like a chainsaw. I say cat in the loosest terms, it’s roughly the size of a pitbull, it’s tail crooked and one ear chewed. James leans down to stroke it’s head and the chainsaw roar increases.

“Is that a cat or a cougar?” I tease.

James glances back up at me, his grin lighting up the room. “Lilly found him as a kitten but their other cat kept beating him up, so she begged me to take him.”

Lilly? Oh yeah, Steve and Nat’s oldest. “Aww, Uncle Bucky.”

He smirks but I think he’s secretly pleased.

“What’s his name?” I’m expecting something like Harley, or Killer or something else appropriately biker for a cat that reminds me of a short-haired Crookshanks, so I only stare dumbly for a second when James responds.

“Pickles.”

“Pickles?”

He rolls his eyes. “She was four, you’re lucky it’s an actual word; her favorite doll was named Shnork for years.”

I find it incredibly heart-warming, not to mention ovary-exploding that he’s so attentive to his nieces, so willing to do anything for them, even take in their cat and keep its ridiculous name to keep them happy.

Apparently satisfied, Pickles sashays back out, taking his roaring purr with him.

Remembering why I’m here, James snatches the remote off his coffee table and holds it out to me, the TV chiming musically behind us as it turns on.

“I’ve got Netflix, you want to find a movie? I’ll be right back.” He disappears and I busy myself scrolling the menus. I have one queued up by the time he gets back. He’s lost his cut and boots and has pulled on a fresh shirt.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I just had to make sure Pickles hasn’t torn apart your bed, little shit’s got some sort of sixth sense for making trouble.”

I snort, amused. “Can I use your bathroom?”

A few minutes later, we’re finally sitting on the couch. My bags are safely deposited in the guest room, Pickles has been pushed outside and James has brought out snacks. We’re sitting close, but not touching.

And, it turns out, not watching the movie.

“Tell me about yourself, Levi.” James asks suddenly, and I realize that, although the movie is barely past the opening credits, he’s been watching me instead of it the entire time.

“Not much to tell,” I evade.

“I doubt that, you ended up in the polar opposite career from your chosen field, you must at least have some interesting tattooing stories to tell.”

I do, it turns out; and James is a rapt audience. His throaty chuckles and outright laughing sends shivers up and down my spine. The movie is forgotten, we’re facing each other on the couch, me cross-legged; James facing forwards, his ankle resting on his knee, upper body turned to face me because honestly, he’s too big and muscular to fit sideways on his own couch.

The stories flow easily, and I’m surprised how comfortable I am talking with James, he’s a good listener and I sense this is more than just him on good behavior, he’s one of those genuine people who actually cares to listen to others, it’s a rare trait nowadays.

Before I know it, the movie is over. “Okay, your turn.”

His chuckles fade and he wipes his mouth. “Mine?”

“Yeah. You must have some interesting stories.”

His gaze becomes guarded. “There’s things I can’t tell you. About the club, and what we do.”

This thought has already occurred to me, many times over the past year. Even when I was with Thor I understood this; it’s called ‘club business’ and it functions on a strict need-to-know basis, and the women around the club never, never, need to know. It used to bother me but, along with my newfound feelings for James is a grudging acceptance of this. I’ve gotten to know the people in this club and have chosen to look past it.

“No, I know. I mean stuff you can. Funny stories; you and Steve growing up.”

He relaxes slightly at not having to explain ‘club business’ further and tips his head back, thinking.

I sit back and listen, letting his words and deep voice flow over me. I’m hard-pressed to think of any other time in my life when I’ve felt this relaxed and content. There’s a strong feeling of safety and security surrounding James and my body seems to instinctively seek this from him, subconsciously yearn for it. I scoot towards him, my heart melting at the wide, surprised smile that greets me in return. James tentatively lifts his arm from the back of the couch, an invitation to move even closer and I don’t stop to think, I just move.

His chest is wide and warm and I can’t help but snuggle closer. He shudders against me, his heavy arm carefully settling on my shoulders. His scent is intoxicating; musk and motor oil and leather, a hint of whiskey and danger and something inside me, something that’s been restless and edgy my whole life, slows and takes a deep breath, settles and curls up to sleep. I feel him drop his head, press his nose into my hair and inhale deep and long, exhale with a barely audible groan.

We’re getting awfully serious awfully fast and, while my body is clamoring for more, I force myself to speak, to redirect and slow us down. I tense when the first thing out of my mouth reaches my ears.

“What happened to your arm?”

Open mouth, insert foot.

If he’s offended, he’s good at hiding it. Instead, he takes a deep, reflective breath, seemingly collecting his thoughts. “An accident, five years ago.”

I wait for him to elaborate and his hand starts to trace gentle random patterns on my shoulder. It’s all I can do to not start purring like a cat.

“Her name was Daria. The only other girl I’ve ever wanted to put my patch on, besides you.” He continues. “I was trying to get past my feelings for you, start fresh. I, uh... the bike hit a patch of gravel and laid out. It all seemed to happen in slow motion... I tried to control it, keep us, or at least Daria away from this steel post we were flying towards.” He pauses for so long I wonder if he’s going to continue, then starts again, his voice no longer completely steady. “I missed. When I woke up, I was in the hospital and two weeks had passed. I’d hit the post hard enough to literally rip my arm off. Daria was killed instantly. I missed her funeral, closed casket.”

“Oh my god,” I murmur, tears trickling down my cheeks. I never would have asked if I’d had any idea-

“I would have given up, laid down and died if not for the club. They kept me going, kicked my ass when I whined too much. Steve got me into a therapist when shit got bad. I was lucky, and my shrink knew a guy who knew a guy working in experimental prosthetics. In exchange for letting them publish in some medical journal I received their most advanced prototype.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It aches sometimes,” he replies. “The scars itch.” There’s a hesitation in his voice, like others in the past have been repulsed by this. I appreciate his willingness to bare his soul like this.

“I think it’s beautiful.” I murmur, and mean it. I reach across his lap to pull his metal hand closer. He removed his glove earlier and, while he tenses when I first touch him, he lets me study it, trail my fingertips along the plates and up to his wrist. I play with his fingers, measure the span of his palm, marvel at the full inch his fingers reach past mine, at the latent strength in his grip.

I feel his lips press to my hair, then his cheek rest on the top of my head. He doesn’t speak again, and neither do I.

The most unbelievable serenity is flooding my body, spreading through my limbs.

This is what it feels like to finally come home.

I let the steady beat of James’ heart lull me to sleep.

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I'd like to ask the same as a previous anon, about how the boys would react to figuring out they develop a crush on a regular that comes in. This is directed at the sanses including the HT sans and Papyrus.

Me, upon realizing that I forgot to do Crooks for that last ask:

UT!Sans: Honestly, he’s fairly similar to Stretch in that he’ll be doing his best to chat them up, but Sans’ version of flirting is a lot more dialed back and easier to pass off as just being friendly. Your friends might insist that he likes you but chances are you’ll shrug it off that he’s just a nice guy. And Sans is… honestly pretty ok with that. Sure, a date would be nice, but he doesn’t mind taking things slower, lay the groundwork on the friendship a bit until he gets the nerve to straightforwardly asking you out. Of course, given Sans’ utter lack of desire to put in emotional labor….could be months. This goes out the window if Papyrus finds out. He’ll become convinced that his brother is pining in misery and decide to help “move things along”. You start finding love notes on your table that are very obviously Papyrus’ handwriting and speaking patterns but are all signed “SANS”. He tosses heart shaped sprinkles on any drink Sans makes for you. Sans is pleading with him, please fuck, stop, and Papyrus agrees….on one condition. Next time you’re in the store, Sans is his usual self, maybe a little bluer faced than usual. He hands you your drink, and as you walk out the door, you check the side for his usual joke. “You must be trash, cause I want to take you out….no, seriously”. And then his number.

UF!Sans: Turns up the flirtation to a nine…..and struggles to actually seal the deal. Red’s mastery is the one night stand, the quick sheet tango before leaving it off as just mildly awkward friends. Maybe he’ll get the DLC and end up with friends with benefits. But this…feels different. He doesn’t just want to get laid. He wants to like…go out. Hold hands and junk. It’s disgusting and he has no idea how to give off that vibe. All of his flirting goes immediately into somewhat raunchier territory out of habit. And even if that’s your thing, he’s having a hard time getting you to connect the dots on the fact that he really does like you as a person, not just as another pretty thing. Honestly, just take him up on that date. He’ll figure it out as he goes along. Turns into an absolute possessive barista boy, he has exclusive rights to making your drinks and no one else better try.

US!Sans: As I mentioned Blue has a cult following of hopeless romantics convinced he’s their Prince Charming in an apron. He’s playful with all of these guests but you’re the one he takes a genuine interest in. Honestly Blue has the least trouble landing his crush in this scenario. He mixes just enough of Papyrus’ genuine compliments and cares for your well-being with Sans’ under the radar flirtation that seems natural and perfect when you’re in the moment but makes you turn bright red later. He asks you out as soon as he starts receiving hints that you’d enjoy that. Look forward to whipped cream hearts in your future.

SF!Sans: At least Edge had the cover of a manager looking into his customers. Black is the bouncer. From a professional standpoint, the only reason he’d have to look into you is if you’re causing trouble and being generally an irredeemable prick. His moment of opportunity comes when you happen to intersect your visit with that of a local variety of asshole. For you it’s an unfortunate encounter. You’re innocently standing in line, studying the menu for your morning caffeine dose, and this motherfucker in front of you starts making a scene. Something about the black coffee being too bitter. Which….honestly what did they expect. The barista is clearly trying to defuse it, but they’re inconsolable. Finally, they get pissed enough to fling their half-full coffee cup. The barista teleports out of the way but you weren’t gifted with those magic powers. The coffee isn’t hot enough to do real damage anymore but that doesn’t mean it was a pleasant experience to catch a faceful. Before you can blink, though, the asshole has been promptly escorted out and you find a slightly purple-faced skeleton handing you a stack of napkins.

Yeah, he can work with this

HT!Sans: He’s not the most sociable and he can come off a bit strong but when he’s motivated he can make a definite impression. Whether you respond or not is kind of up to you, but you won’t be able to forget him for a while. Oddly enough he refuses to have a date with them in the coffee shop. He has no interest in sharing that part of himself with the others. Still, the shop is a nice place to watch humans. He’s got a thing for the ones that stare off into space a lot, that kind of seem only half on earth at any given moment. Maybe he can relate or maybe they just seem more thoughtful. It has the added bonus of making it a challenge to catch their attention, but watching the man fix stuff is its own kind of hypnotism, and he is not above using it to get the attention that he wants.

HT!Papyrus: My poor hopeless son. Chances are you only met because you were working late on a project and ended up staying right up until closing time when he usually comes to start cleaning for the night. He’s delighted to have someone new there and immediately wants to talk to you. He’s awkward, his self-confidence is shot to pieces, but he wants friends and will cling to any kind of positive attention. After a couple of really nice encounters, he’s hopelessly smitten with no idea of how to go about it. He decides not to tell his brother until its more of a certain possibility, but he will try to sound out the others for advice. Most specifically Papyrus and Blue, because they’re the most similar to him. They teach him how to make some espresso art and he hands it to you on another of your late nights, stammering something out about a date, his face red but hopeful past the snaggle teeth. Be gentle with him. He buys flowers on the first date and is always thrilled to see you while he’s working.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #sans #uf!sans #us!sans #sf!sans #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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empty-dream · 7 years

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Me watching Fate/Apocrypha ep 10

Sieg: *trembling while holding the sword* “Fight me!” Mordred: “Learn to hold a goddamn sword first”

Astolfo: “Dude I did not suffer for this!’ Sieg: “Really sorry about that!” Mordred: *send them both away with one blow* “gET A ROOM”

I’m choking Mordred is definitely pulling a “Are you serious? Right in front of my salad sword?”

Wow Sieg’s glare is pretty chilling. Finally some depth on his on screen appearance.

In addition, it’s when he declares his new name and his existence, so good job.

Caules and Fran getting on the hit-them-when-they-talk bandwagon.

You thought regular looting is bad? Try heart looting.

Hello to the people who come here thinking Jack is hot innocent loli, behold she is actually blood-splattered lunatic scavenging dead hearts from dead people.

The idea of the most famous serial killer being an apparition shaped as little girl dressed in futuristic stripper outfit bathed in blood and corpses while fiddling with a Nokia 6000 series is WAY BEYOND WHAT I COULD EVER COME UP IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

“Our new room” more like “room we literally kill people for”

Jack: “Okay mom, bye bye!” *Naruto runs*

How is that walking metal armor not electrocuted by Fran’s lightning that’s some EX magic shit going on here

Caules hon that’s not what I’d call acting with discretion.

‘Third-rates’ wow Mordred your trash-talking actually hurts huh who did you learn from? Gawain?

I just realized that since Clarent is powered by Mordred’s hatred for Artoria, then it basically runs on the power of emo LOLOLOLOL

Well all is funny until she blows everybody several yards away with it.

Yo Mordred do yo always go and see people and be like “this one is homunculus, this one is not”??

On the other hand, good job A-1 at showing explicitly that Fran is indeed not a homunculus nor a human but a true artificial creation.

I don’t like saying this but Mordred, if you want an enemy real dead, go for the head.

I think she was all about decapitating people before so why suddenly just stabbed?

Um nice try Sieg but don’t you see that metal armor is like this thick and Mordred is like Terminator?

The sword looks like a toothpick jammed lightly it’s awkward now

Mordred angrily turns red, literally.

Remember that Astolfo saved Sieg just because he could? Now Sieg saved Astolfo simply because he saved him.

Ugh getting stabbed by that huge-ass sword should hurt A LOT huh

It’s been like two days out of the castle and Sieg experiences death. AGAIN.

Sieg you need to stop dying this is not Supernatural.

I guess Mordred’s characterization is definitely aimed to be jarring between the savagery she displays in battle and the chivalrous nature she harbours as a knight.

Astolfo: “HOW DARE YOU KILL THEM?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD LANCE?!”

That’s some chilling scream Astolfo

Kairi: “Did you make sure she’s dead?” Mordred: “Dude I stabbed her with giant sword like in the torso” Kairi: “Shit boi did you forget this is a magic war? People sparkles when they die!”

Fran’s mace: *standing up ominously* Mordred: “Weird” Me: Maybe you should be called “The Knight of Obviousness” instead of “The Knight of Treachery”

Fran: SURPRISE BITCH THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF ME

Fran taking strangling with bare hands to a whole new level

Wow the mace suddenly floats, does some clicking, whirling, becomes green, and now it looks like green thunder chupa chups

Uh as much as I hate Celenike, I can’t disagree with her saying ‘stand back and don’t get roped into a suicide bomb’

But I guess if she doesn’t force Astolfo he’d definitely bolt to the ground zero trying to get a better ending that’s just like him

At this point, it’s pretty clear that none of Fran Al-Qaeda-ing her way is Caules’ command.

But instead he just understands her and gives the last command spell to boost her, no matter how painful of a decision it is :(

Wow does using the last command spell always induce flashy tron lines and sharp lightning?? Is this the Apocrypha style? Last time I see people do that, it’s just dramatic wind.

Caules’ glasses breaks and cheek gets slashed only adds the dramatic tension. And it looks cool in gif.

hOLY CRAP THE BLOOD TURNS INTO FLOWER PETALSSTOP IT STOP THE FLASHBACK IT FUCKING HURTSSSS

It’s bad enough if a dying person’s life flashes before their eyes bUT IT’S ENTIRELY ON DIFFERENT LEVEL IF IT FLASHES BEFORE THEIR CLOSE PARTNER’S EYES

Fran gets super pissed at Mordred she decides to talkIt’s actually a bit funy that everybody from the author to the animators making sure people notice Fran’s lightning pierces Sieg like ‘yo reader it’s important clue for our protagonist’s powers!’

Wait I just notice the role of the Berserkers from both faction is literally the same: to become servant bomb

At least Fran goes out in a beautiful electric explosion tree........

Astolfo: “Please be dead please be dead” Mordred: “...Yo...Hhh... Surprise....hh...bitch-” Astolfo: “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?”

Caules babe :’’’(((((((

He’s such a good master he honestly thought he screwed up and let Fran die in vain and he couldn’t do anything for her even until the end

In the novels, from this point on, everything about Caules and Fran will just hurt like a bitch.

Okay let’s cut the sadness and LOOK SIEG’S HEART BEATING

Siegfried appears!!!!!

I kinda forget that bathing in dragon blood means he’s actually covered in blood from head to toe that’s pretty disgusting if given more thought.

So Siegfried’s previous life was literally on the range of ‘national hero’ to ‘professional killer’ to ‘matchmaker’

Sieg: “You lived your life as a wish-granting machine but do you ever have a wish yourself?” Siegfried: “Dude you’re like born months ago don’t throw existential crisis on me right now”

Siegfried: “Now let’s get back on you. Do you have a wish?” Sieg: “....Uhm..” Siegfried: “See existential crisis doesn’t feel good.”

Siegfried takes Sieg from aurora field to dragon dungeon so Sieg’s ego grows like wow that’s hardcore

What is this? A King Arthur play? Sword in the stone??

It’s mandatory to have a fate anime with somebody dramatically decides on a life purpose and dramatically pulls out a sword.

You know, I’ve always liked Balmung’s design. It screams ‘WILD HERO’ and it’s got this badass design and color and sheath. In fact, it’s the third place in my heart after Durandal and maybe-not-suprisingly La Pucelle

That’s why I’m THIS close to be angry that it appears like a cannon fodder sword but thank God it transforms

Mordred: “Wew that was close!” Kairi: “Don’t ‘wew that was close’ me that servant you called third rate just nearly deep fried you if I didn’t bail you out and now I’m tired”

Astolfo be like “My friend is dead, my other friend is dead too, my other other friend is also dead, and now I’m facing a terminator why God”

Sieg!Fried: *standing ominously under the moon* Mordred: “Master, he’s dead right?” Kairi: “Yeah I heard so” Mordred: “Well now we have The Walking Dead”

I think I just squealed hearing Sieg!Fried’s asking “Are you okay?” that sounds so gentle and so hot at the same time?????

Sieg!Fried: “Are you okay?” Astolfo: *blush* “Baka” Mordred: “GET A FUCKING ROOOMMMMMM”

I love how chill Kairi is when facing this anomaly he’s like “Dude, it’s magic war, anything can happen”

Mordred you don’t get to call Balmung a cosplay sword when Clarent also looks like a gigantic cosplay sword

And cut to Shakespeare giving comments as usual. Do Semiramis and Shirou have to watch every battle while listening to his narration?

HAHA Semiramis has to place her hand palms up because of the spikes WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY?

Hm I kinda don’t know what to make out from Shirou’s words but I presume it’s about Sieg should just live like a pure baby he is instead of letting that purity dyed in everything good and bad in being human?

If that’s so, it’s a big hint of Shirou’s goal, no?

Shirou’s practicing if-looks-could-kill without even trying

Semiramis and Shakespeares are such good friends to Shirou they notice him look evil in a matter of seconds

Shirou be like “I thought my feelings are all secret but guess not I should perfect my poker face” just like his servant. Truly a match of heaven.

Lol guys that boy you just declare worthless will be the final man standing against you lololololol

Indeed Shakespeare is the Genre Savvy™ as expected of THE playwright

Mordred: “Master what’s his weakness?” Kairi: “His weakness is ‘Do your best and find out yourself’” Kairi is such a lil shit I love him

And there you have it the first battle scene in the first episode

Y’know, the novel describes Balmung as emanating orange light like the twilight when activated but the very same novel also illustrates it with vivid blue light and it’s making me having the existential crisis since forever

Balmung vs Clarent Blood Arthur more like Let’s nuke each other

Aw they skip the calling the name of the noble phantasms if you ask me I prefer if they include it in this episode too

Oh now it’s Sieg’s command spell on the closing title and with completely different background and SCATTERED FLOWER IS THE TITLE OF THIS EPISODE THANKS FOR REMINDING ME AGAIN THAT IT HURTS ):

Fran’s dead, Caules cries, my heart really hurts

Trust me, the novel version is far worse than the animation. The narration from the moment Caules notices what he has to do to his reaction after her death is just painful. All the root cause of it all? It’s because they care for each other. Even he acknowledges that.

Oh yeah and also Fran dies with a little smile while speaking those words in the novel, kinda different vibe with the anime version

In the novel, the Siegfried’s flashback also reveals his one wish: To become an ally of justice a.k.a. the same dream possessed by the Kiritsugu and Shirou Emiya. Now it may differs from each person but for me personally, while it serves as a driving force to Siegfried’s character, it’s also yet another a form of homage (or maybe long running serious gag?) to both Fate/Zero and Fate/Stay Night. Whether it is good or not to omit that from the anime, I can’t really say....

NEXT: I think we need some Jeanne now. Hopefully not Naruto running again.

#fate apocrypha #random saying #fate apocomment

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science-hoes · 7 years

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Beauty and the Beast

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Prompt: From anonymous - I really love your fics! They're all so good!! Can I request a fic w more hulk in it? Like one day reader meets hulk in the middle of the forest but hulk is really nice to her and it becomes a regular thing to meet every night and talk and chill but one day she somehow realizes hulk is also another guy named Bruce? Fluff and love all the way please

Warnings: None

Words: 1.5k+

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THANK YOU ANON :)

Your home was located on the outskirts of New York City. It was a comfortable place, to be away from the rush of the city. Your favorite past time was to go out a little ways into the woods behind your house and climb up your favorite tree to read.

It had been snowing outside. A few inches of white precipitation had formed on your back porch. You bundled yourself up in your warmest clothes, grabbed your favorite book, and walked outside, heading towards your favorite tree. The peaceful atmosphere created a relaxing vibe, something you did not feel very often.

You climbed up the tree and perched yourself on a branch. You cracked your book open with your cozy mittens and jumped into the fictional world.

And then you heard a frightening sound. You turned your attention to the area around you. Typically, when you’re in the woods, you get afraid of something like a twig breaking. But you just heard a yell along with a humongous boom.

“Um…hello?” You called out.

You listened carefully. The only sound you could hear was the shuffling of feet through the snow. You scanned your surroundings, trying to find the cause of the sound.

“Is someone there?” You asked again.

Then you saw a creature. A human-like creature. Green and…shirtless? It was beyond freezing outside! The creature walked closer and closer to the tree you were in.

“I-I-I don’t mean any harm!” You stuttered, frightened.

The green creature reached the tree and then shook it violently. You, along with the piles of snow resting peacefully on branches, were flung off the branches. You screamed as you plunged towards the ground, but the green creature caught you in his overly muscular arms.

You stared at him speechless, unsure of what to say to such a magnificent beast. The creature, you could tell even through your coat, was freezing. He was shivering violently.

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re cold?”

The creature grunted and nodded. You carefully jumped out of his embrace and grabbed one of his oversized hands. “My house is just this way.” You offered.

The creature nodded, following you as you led the way back to your home. When you arrived, you dashed inside to prepare hot tea and snatch a few blankets. The creature patiently waited outside. You returned with a mug of tea and some thermal blankets. You threw the fabric over his shoulders and back and handed the mug to him.

The creature gratefully accepted the tea, sipping it carefully. You stared at him in awe. He had a familiar look. Maybe you had read about a creature similar to him? Maybe you had seen something on TV…that was it!

“You’re the Hulk!” You exclaimed.

You received another grunt as a response. “Hulk.” He confirmed.

Excitedly, you grabbed his arm. “So you’re Dr. Bruce Banner! Oh, I love your reports on gamma radiation! It’s such a wonder how you survived, but your research is simply incredible!”

The Hulk scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Puny Banner.” He grumbled.

You nodded slightly. “Oh…so the two of you are estranged, yes?”

“Yes.”

The Hulk finished the tea and returned the mug to your hands. You smiled and took it back inside to place in the sink. When you returned, however, the Hulk was gone. Just the pile of blankets. You sighed slightly, disappointed that your green acquaintance had departed.

You picked up the blankets and returned to your house. There was no sign of the Hulk anywhere, so you continued to go about your day.

Later in the week, you returned to your reading spot on the tree. The snow had really been piling up recently, so it made it a little difficult to get a good grip on the branches to climb. Just as you made it about ten feet off the ground, one of the branches snapped below your feet. You screamed as you fell to the ground, but you never hit the ground. You slowly opened one eye, seeing green.

You opened your eyes completely, and you saw the Hulk. He was holding you, just as he had a few days ago. You smiled nervously, still buzzed from the fall.

"Thank you." You managed to say.

The Hulk gave you a rough smile, almost like a grimace. "Pretty." He stated simply.

You blushed slightly. "Oh..." You breathed.

The Hulk raised you up to the branch that you usually sat on. Instead of reading, you peered down to watch him. Your green friend sat down in front of the tree, leaning against it gently, careful not to push it over.

"Bruce...?" You asked, not sure what to really call him.

The Hulk growled at the name but looked up at you anyway.

"Are you still cold?" You questioned further.

The Hulk hesitated for a moment before nodding. You smiled and swung your legs over the branch, jumping carefully to the ground. The Hulk nearly jumped forward to catch you but saw you land safely.

"Come on, let's get you warm." You insisted.

You grabbed one of his large fingers and led him back to your house. This time, you allowed him to enter your home. The Hulk sat down carefully on the ground while you returned with more blankets.

"How about you just stay with me?" You suggested casually, wrapping the blanket around his broad shoulders.

The Hulk stared at you for a moment before his face twisted into another smile. You took that as a confirmation.

The next few days were spent watching movies, defrosting the Hulk's frostbitten limbs, and the Hulk growling at any unusual sound, trying to protect you. You had to admit, as strange as it seemed, you did enjoy his company. Your favorite thing to do was to allow the Hulk to hold you in his arms while you read aloud to him. Almost like Beauty and the Beast, you had thought.

But one night, when you went into the living room, where the Hulk was sleeping on two conjoined mattresses, he wasn't there. It was just a pile of blankets. Just as you were about to go outside to search for your green friend, you heard a weak sniffle from under the blankets. You cautiously walked over to pick up the blankets. And when you did, you were startled to find a half-naked man lying under them.

“S-sir?” You started.

The man weakly looked up to you and squinted. “Who are you?” He mumbled.

You helped the man to his feet, throwing one of the blankets around him, wrapping it tightly. “I’m (Y/N)…”

The man nodded slightly. He was shivering violently, skin glowing with a slight blue tint. “Bruce Banner.”

Your eyes widened, understanding what had happened. “Oh, Dr. Banner! I've been...taking care of your green form for the past few days.” You explained

Bruce stared at you for a second before sneezing violently into his arm. "Forgive me, (Y/N). I didn't mean to be a bother. The Other Guy, you see, he has no boundaries."

You smiled slightly. "It was truly not a bother. Here, I think we should get you a hot bath...you need to stay warm." You offered.

Bruce agreed, and you helped him to the bathroom. You ran a bath, testing the water to make sure it was warm enough. Then you poured the bubble bath serum into it, planning to give your guest a quality bath.

You sat on the edge of the tub, carefully helping Bruce wash his dirt-covered body.

"So, how long have I been like...that?" He finally asked.

You shrugged. "I saw you for the first time about two weeks ago. So at least fourteen days?"

Bruce sighed heavily, reaching for the soap to scrub on his arms. "Thank you. For housing me. And for helping me get clean. I don't mean to be a burden." He said a little bit later.

You smiled, throwing some shampoo onto your hands and scrubbing through his water-flattened curls. "It's no burden at all! The Other Guy and I became very close. He's quite charming." You explained.

Bruce chuckled softly, his shoulders growing less tense as you ran your fingers through his hair. "He tends to do that with pretty girls." He mumbled.

You blushed slightly. "Well, thank you, Dr. Banner." You replied.

"So how...close did the two of you get?" He wondered aloud.

You grinned. "Close enough to know that his favorite movie was Beauty and the Beast." You explained.

Bruce smirked slightly. "I suppose this situation is quite like the movie, huh?" He teased.

You giggled, throwing some bubbles into his face. He laughed with you. "I would say so. A fierce yet charming beast turns back into a handsome prince. Also, I read books like Belle." You said.

Bruce blushed heavily and looked to you. "What an interesting situation." He noted.

You leaned down to press a sweet kiss against his damp, now soapy hair. "Indeed."

#bruce banner #marvel #avengers #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner imagine #imagine #hulk #the incredible hulk #hulk x you #fanfiction

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durianstar · 7 years

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HEY OK I DID SOME BIOS FOR HISAO AND MASAKO A WHILE BACK SO. HAVE THESE SKETCHES AND INFO UNDER THE CUT

FACTS ON MASAKO WAKABAYASHI:

17, 2nd year of highschool. 5’6”, 130~ish lbs.

hyperintrovert. despises people. interacting with others is a chore. zero social skills

empathy problems. cannot imagine why anyone would go out of their way to help people on their own. her own self interest is her priority. doesn't care if she hurts someone or their feelings. she does mind her own business though and can’t understand why people would ever start drama

uses her mind control for petty stuff (better grades, more money from her uncle, if someone is coming up to talk to her she can turn them around, etc. her mind control is very powerful but the other person is vaguely aware they’re getting controlled and so if she tried getting them to do something big like attacking someone else they would know.) keeps her powers a definite secret, doesn’t want any attention over it from others

secretly desires a companion where they could just chill and talk about hobbies. craves a real personal connection but she doesn’t even know she wants it. who’d want to talk to her anyways she's difficult. “no one understands me”

honestly just really depressed and disaffected. she’d be a lot nicer if she was happier but she hates her parents she hates her school and she hates the system

enjoys basketball, pretty good at it. knows krav maga (mom is from israel, taught her what she knew from the IDF because masako was genuinely interested. she was like 7 when she was learning though)

not really all that smart. the glasses make her look clever but she's bad at math and studying is her worst nightmare. she’s also terrible at articulating her thoughts. that being said she's very good at writing

relatively interested in fashion. dresses nice in general and keeps her appearance tidy

her clothes smell like mothballs though. her uncle puts them everywhere. she fucking hates it

her hair is naturally mousy, dyes it red with henna. very soft tresses

quite pretty. gentle features, severe eyes and clear skin. has a couple of secret admirers but she’s scary and they would never interact with her

has a lot of story ideas but her characters fall flat. enjoys writing in general though

likes music. listens to everything but enjoys ambient creepy-sounding stuff and kpop girl groups

lives with her uncle on her dad’s side because her parents are always on trips and they need someone to watch her

her and her uncle don’t really get along. he’s very kind but he’s always worrying over her. she hates it when he does that because it actually does makes her feel bad when he’s just trying to help and she snaps at him

she’s fond of him. although they have nothing in common he cooks dinner every night and tries his best to understand how she feels. he's way better than her parents (never there for her, fed up with her attitude, always blamed her for everything, never spent any time with her, never encouraged her hobbies). sometimes she’ll buy him a nice outfit for his birthday with the money she accumulates on new years

fast metabolism. she eats A Lot

favorite food is soup of all types. rice and miso soup is her go-to meal. jewish style chicken soup as well

and yeah she's technically jewish since her mom is. japanese jew

uses “あたし (atashi)” to refer to herself around strangers. uses “あたい (atai)” around her uncle and hisao.

cv: miyuki sawashiro (the deep voiced tough girl voice. the intimidating one)

FACTS ON HISAO EGAWA:

23, draws on commission and works at mcdonalds. 5’3”. also like 130~ish lbs

disgusting

sorta introverted but very outgoing. hes got a couple friends he can kick it with

he lives in his van for sure, can’t afford his own place to live. he lives in his mom’s apartment parking lot

bipolar. can’t keep an office job because his manic episodes are pretty severe and he does get mildly psychotic.

does a lot of illegal shit on the daily. like regular drug use and brewing alcohol at his friend’s crib. probably doing a whole bunch of other shit too while possessed.

has tattoos on both shoulders cuz his friend in the Yamaguchi-gumi did them for him.

speaking of the yamaguchi-gumi like he’s got a Few Friends In The Yakuza. he’s considered joining but he doesn’t want to cut ties with his mom

his pixiv is full of fucking porn like it is absolutely swamped with it. if something isn’t r18 it's definitely suggestive. prominent BL-artist but he draws women sometimes. big on saigenos

actually very smart. he was one of the best in his class all throughout middle school but mental illness ruins everything and at that point his priority was mostly on not killing himself. he didn't go to college

also the cool guy in his school when he wasn’t the shortest. was definitely the short one in highschool and was also suicidal so he was substantially less popular then. people started realizing he was poor and vulnerable around that time too so he suffered a Little Bit Of Bullying but he would beat the shit outta anyone that started a physical confrontation with him. started smoking cigarettes around his 3rd year of highschool. started befriending delinquents and other lower-class teens

he used to be the ace of his school’s ping pong team. stopped going to practice during an episode and got cut from the team

he really loves his mom a lot and he feels really bad for her because she's poor too so he’s determined to help her out as much as he can. he doesn't wanna be an economic burden on her

she used to be an escort but now she’s a nurse (and was part of the yakuza as well but she left when she got pregnant). hisao is illegitimate

has a lot of trouble with commitments. he is, however, determined to make a manga

his story ideas tend to be pretty dull but he can draw characters and dialogue with intense skill

he knows so many damn ghosts and he's friends with like all of em. he prefers them to living people much more since they don’t treat him like he’s an untouchable

no boyfriend or girlfriend. too busy being a loser. he really wants one too but he doesn’t fucking deserve it

terrible fashion sense he just puts on whatever he sees first and slathers himself in antiperspirant

shitty skin. the freckles on his face are mostly hyperpigmented spots where acne used to be. he still gets the occasional pimple on his scalp or hairline. the oiliest

he doesn't keep anything clean like ever. everything that's his is either messy and/or unsanitary

hes like. genuinely a nice person but circumstances had kinda led him to his garbage man persona. always gives a couple dollars to beggars and helps the elderly across the street.

he’s also pretty charismatic in general. he knows how to work the system

listens to speedcore and other garbage like that

LOVES KIDS he's so good with little children he even applied to work at a daycare but they didn't like his vibe and also he has zero professional experience

will eat everything. anything. not picky at all. he does like fruit and bread a lot though

also knows how to cook pretty well. had to prepare dishes for his mom when she was ill (all the time)

uses “おれ (ore)” around basically everyone because he doesn’t give a shit but “私 (watashi)” in restaurants and stuff. he isn’t rude at all he’s just a little coarse.

cv: kazuhiko inoue (like how he sounds when he’s playing a nerd character)

#hisao #masako #drawing #oc #so. basically its just Depression Corner w/ these two #both troubled. both with powers #hisao still sees ghosts but also his psychic barrier is REALLY strong. he cant fight at all tho. hes a human shield

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familyvisionis2020 · 4 years

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Day 5 - Huntsville

Jeremy’s up the earliest and sends a text to us that he’s getting breakfast with Noah at a place called the Grit. Rather than opt to join I just post up on the porch with Trey and indulge in a long long blog post.The weather is cooler and grayer, joggers and dog-walkers and kids on bikes roll down the streets, slow syrupy sunday morning, humidity and gristle, butter pats wouldn’t melt if you left them out on your plate but they wouldn’t be too taut to sink your teeth into. I feel a fundamental sense of repair from typing, reviving a column of spirit I’d quietly suffocated, knock loose a clot of rust in my clockwork and the machinery is humming along again. Now that I have the link to the blog to share to people I feel like I’m gingerly handing the missing puzzle piece to my patrons and well-wishers and companions, indulging a curiosity and rounding something out to myself that might prove the regard and sensitivity my quietness can bely, might be a kindness or a service to people who find me austere or impenetrable or bristly. I was staring at a picture of a cactus and identifying with it the other day, tall, two arms, tiny head, spiky, full of water, not so bad if you’re careful with them, just like me.

Later tonight I will watch Tired Frontier play the last set of their tiny tour with us and what will end up being our last show of the tour as well. Watching the face of the guys I see things so so different then when I saw them for the first time, when they were complete strangers, tourmates but sight unseen. What I saw in their faces the first time I saw them play: Royal is tall and broad-shouldered and country and active and maybe a little sloppy and expanive and reminds me a ton of my friend Mike, so I have love for him off the bat, also his weird tuning and rococo pedal board setup and heedless mustache and you know, wife, set off little clockworks of insecurity in me and my mind props up baseless criticisms of him sourced solely from my ignorance of him. After three shows we are not friends but I know him much better, have seen him from more angles, have a better sense of him, he loves doing bits and laughs high and loud and chills endlessly, in this way he matches the tone and cadence of Kabir magnificently. Paul is beautiful and has a face like a svelter Jim Carrey and kneads the keyboard effortlessly, digital dough, his fingers are narrow and elegant and move only enough to play the next keys, the same sort of parsimony of motion I used to see from chefs with expert knife skills. I envy his bouny raven thick-sable hair. Trey looks plainly joyful when he plays drums. He extends his crash cymbal hardware to the maximum length so his crash is preposterously high up. I can’t discern a reason other than it’s kind of fun or different. He’s enthusiastic about my writing, I get to share him some other work I’ve done, he says he loves it, I swell with gratitude and we exchange emails.

The morning in Athens goes more or less like the morning before: me and Kabir and John and Paul all go get breakfast at Donderos’ again, drink tea and coffee, pack up our stuff. We take some group photos with both bands outside on the porch with the orbs and they’re cute and silly. Kabir flipped a coin to decide whether me or John drives the next stretch, it’s me, I’m a little apprehensive because I haven’t driven a 15-passenger van in awhile, but once I’m in it’s like riding a bike, I have muscle memory of driving big vehicles from U-Haul trips and, before that, the box truck I drove to transport food donations to the pantry of the Servant Center in Greensboro. I’m a good driver, I check my mirrors, I put on a halloween mix I made in 2015 and I am feeling myself, focused, caffienated, surrounded by friends, there’s some clouds in the sky and drizzles but it’s not bad and we’re making good time. The boys just listen along with me to the DJ mix for awhile then start up a new crossword puzzle and we all 4 do it collaboratively, one person describing the clue, letters, cross-clues, and we brainstorm for answers, between the four of us we’re really good at this, and we’re all laughing and in great spirits as we methodically complete the puzzle. We stop in Marietta Georgia at one point to use the bathroom, we stop at a KFC with a 20-foot mechanized/animatronic chicken head whose eyes roll back in its head and whose giant beak opens and closes in regular time like a campy pendulum. I buy a postcard and a souveneir cup from here because I think my Mom has family from Marietta Georgia but when we’re back in the car I can’t remember if it’s Marietta Georgia or Marietta Ohio, but I figure it will be well-received either way. We get back on the road and now we’re off the highway and onto some more remote state routes and we pass into Alabama and the rain lets up but its still overcast so the light is gentle and diffuse, the hills are rolling, we pass a colony of tiny homes, weird, livestock, bulls with giant horns that when I see them I just say ‘aurochs’ absent mindedly, livestock and cotton fields and when we see police someone will just say ‘ops’ and the whole drive everyone is just in a good mood, making jokes, kind and breezy. I marvel at how these boys do not seem to carry the same sort of darkness I feel I do, or maybe they just don’t wear it on their sleeves, or maybe none of them are neurodivergent or addicted or traumatized, or maybe they are but hide it well, or have coped and healed…something I’m used to is being around people who require a space to talk about extremely serious and heavy and heartbraking things. Maybe it’s a vestige of a lifestyle I’ve left behind. In all the time I’ve spent with Kabir and Jeremy and John and David (our NC bassist who plays home shows when Jeremy is in NY), I’ve never seen anyone come close to losing their temper, yelling, crying, crumbling, whatever. I marvel at the putative stability of my friends. I like having stable friends, I like having a stable life, it’s not how my life has always been. There is a level of tranquility and calm that washes over me while I’m driving through rural Alabama with my stable friends in a well-maintained van in my healthy body wrapped around a heart that is not broken and a mind that feels as clear and capable as it has ever been. Grace is unearned, I’m told.

We make it to Huntsville on time, the venue is called the Salty Nut, kind of a spacious and tidy bar with a kind bartender my height but with a double thick country accent and the show booker is slight and soft spoken and exceedingly kind, he receives us and then points us in the direction of a nearby restaurant called Banditos Burritos. The restaurant is festooned with vaguely southwestern or hispanic decorations and also random camp like a dirty 1990s Bart Simpson doll, a ruined acoustic guitar, a King Khan poster, a garden gnome on an old-fashioned scale with the sliding thing, a skateboard without trucks painted with a sleeping cactus person wearing a sombrero, etc. The people there are so so nice and when we say we are playing the Salty Nut tonight the guy behind the counter explains that menu items with steak and all beers will cost, but otherwise we can order whatever we want for free. We get burritos, nachos, beans, rice, salsa, hot sauce, ice water in a paper cup. We feast, scarf down, all hungrier than we realized, it’s essentially a non-franchise Taco Bell by my appraisal, which is absolutely perfect as far as I’m concerned, the beans and rice feel good and substantial. Tired Frontier shows up a little after us, gets the same stuff basically, we eat and laugh and finish and go back to the venue and wait around for awhile, I join Jeremy and Royal outside skateboarding and act crazy and try to film them doing tricks but my phone dies and and eventually they stop and we go inside and set up and play. The show goes fine, TF sounds as good as they have so far. They’re playing to a crowd of the other two bands and maybe 8 people in the bar sitting at a table eating food they brought over for Banditos Burritos. The show is fine, unremarkable. When we play, I do the usual routine of trying to play my hardest and with my whole body, and end up dropping sticks more than once and missing some snare hits and not being able to keep up on the driving floor tom parts, mostly because I’m not warmed up and maybe not focusing enough, I’m letting myself get a little carried away trying to play hard and fast rather than keep things tight, I worry this may miff the other guys but after the show there is no indication that anyone even noticed it or cared. There was a cool part where I dropped a stick but instead of it falling to the floor it bounced around on top of the snare and tom and I managed to snatch it out of mid air and keep playing and Jeremy noticed that and that made me feel cool. We played hard and to my ear we got good claps between songs, we are pretty live and high energy and I think even if people don’t like our sound they appreciate the energy, but also some of the songs are earworms and catchy and people like that too, I’ve heard. We finish, the other drummer from the other band, Golden Flakes, says great set man, we perch at the merch table but sell nothng. We listen to Golden Flakes play for close to an hour, very jam band vibe, many many guitar solos, kind of sloppy, sort of high energy rock and roll I guess, I by this time am tired and pretty disinterested, get on my phone for most of it. Toward the end of their sets someone who I assume is a townie is drunk and heckling them between songs in a way that they are clearly fine with and they know the guy and to me for some reason he looks the way I imagine the way the protagonist John from Shit Town the podcast would look. We are in Alabama after all. He sounds like John (not from our band, from the podcast). He’s annoying and I’m being judgy in my head about him when I should maybe feel sorry or indifferent, idk. It feels sad to me, I don’t feel like writing more about it. It’s awkward enough, the heckling and banter from Golden Flakes, that by the end of the set we all kind of joke-rush out of there, quietly agreeing that what’s happening is awkward and unpleasant and we should go. We get put up in Thomas’s apartment, and on on the ride home the guys talk about how Huntsville’s claim to fame is being the place where the Nazi engineers taken during Operation Paperclip were taken after WW2, whose skills were put to use developing rockets, and that all manner of testing has taken place in and around the nearby military base, the Redstone Arsenal. Kabir tells a story about how a nuclear warhead was dropped on NC and by freak chance did not detonate. It would have wiped out the population of the entire Southeast. I didn’t believe it but you can read about it here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961_Goldsboro_B-52_crash?wprov=sfti1

At the apartment I make a b-line for the couch, get my sleeping stuff out, eat an apple and a banana and a bunch of peanut butter out the jar and go to sleep. At the end of every day I feel so much more irritable and grumpy than I do at other times. I still really treasure a quiet space all to myself to sleep in and so this troubles that. But I just listen to a youtube video on European history, learn nothing, and have no dreams I remember.

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billyb · 5 years

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Getting on With The Yoga

“Yoga is about “I am willing to change myself.” This is not about wanting to change the world -- you are willing to change. Only when you are willing to change, a change can really happen in this world. But when you say, “I want everybody else to change,” only conflict will occur. Only when you are willing to change, there will be transformation. It is this self-transformation that will lead to true well-being for the individual and the society. This is a true revolution.”

- Sadhguru

So I’ve been practicing yoga roughly 3.5 hours a day over the last week. Practice is split on both sides of the day. When I’m not practicing yoga, I’m meditating which is basically focusing my awareness on the present moment without judgment. That means, eating more slowly than I usually do, and noticing my impulses to pick up the phone or opening up the fridge or a browser for no obvious reason other than habit.

The setup here in Gokalum, the neighborhood I’m staying in in Mysore, makes concentrating on yoga and meditation practice simple and enjoyable. The main road is a five minute walk away, laundry is just one flight of stairs up at the top of the building and the shala I’m studying at is a 10 minute bicycle ride away.

A productive week this has been. I found my guys. A fruit guy, a tailor, coconut seller and a healthy food restaurant that I visit everyday. My body is slowly adapting to the routine of waking up at 5am and biking to the shala around 630am. It’s cool in the mornings (low 70sF) with little traffic on the road, so the ride to class in the mornings is a genuine highlight of the day. Bharaht starts class sharply at 730am, but students usually arrive at least 15 minutes early to do breathing exercises as a warm up. One day this week, I arrived at the front door of the studio at 7:29, but was denied access. The door was locked and I didn’t want to trespass on the sign that says, “Do not knock. Respect the silence.”Bharath starts class when he’s ready to begin and that is that. I rode back home to practice the Preparatory Series on my own. Like most things, yoga is definitely not as intense when done alone.

Usually, by 530pm, after the second session of the day, I’m pretty tired and feel like I’ve done enough for the day, so I head back for a shower then walk over to the main road where I grab a bite at Depth N’ Green. It's my favorite healthy restaurant for a veg thali or smoothie. I retire around 7pm. The schedule may sound boring but I’m not bored. I find learning yoga to be challenging and interesting and the pace of the daily routine provides a nice structure for learning.

There’s no class on Sundays. I was invited to go on a bike ride with a group of riders at Cyclopedia, a local shop that did some work on my bike, but declined as I didn’t want the pressure of having to get up at 5am to start cycling at 6am, with a bunch of young people whose pace would force me to push my own limits on the rest day.

Here are highlights from the week:

I realize that the only force or pressure in this experience is coming from within me. And yet, I notice that the force and pressure I bring to things. It is still difficult to continue something you suck at it. But the point of the practice is to cleanse and harmonize body, mind and breath, so my job is to just breathe and work on the movements and be with the sucking feeling, knowing that over time I will suck less.

Practicing asanas helps me see how rigid my body is. Sitting at a desk 8-12 hours a day since I’m 19 y/o has played a part. A less obvious thing I’ve noticed is that I never really use my trunk or breathe from my belly. The new territory -- I’m discovering through the bends and movements in this practice, all of the muscles of the trunk, are more stiff and rigid than the rest of the system.

I’ve never taken a dance class or ever paid much attention to movement during sports, so following very technical instructions on the mat can be challenging. I notice how foreign this all is to me when given instructions about the sequence of steps I’m to take to complete an asana.

I’m unable to make my legs straight in any position which seems to puzzle Meeta (the Assistant Teacher). She says, “Make this leg straight.” I respond that it’s as straight as it can go. She looks at me like I’m a foreign whale, then very subtly hisses at me without making eye contact, and walks away as if to say that I’m not dedicated enough.

I’m noticing a subtle shift in my relationship to food. I want to eat less, and then I actually eat less because of the edge it provides me in moving through the sequence of asanas in the afternoon. I’ve read about the benefits of restricting calories in many places, but never experienced the benefits so directly. Practicing yoga helps me stop eating when I feel 70% full at lunch.

Pairing the rigid structure of Bharath’s yoga where every movement in the series is intimately tied with a breathing movement and nothing is left to chance, with my emergent approach to what’s next for me with work feels complementary and solid.

In the morning I notice the new day with greater clarity, even if it feels familiar. Birds chirp. Rickshaws beep. I turn a rickety fan on and the whirling provides the soundscape for a new day to begin.

Yesterday morning (Day 6) was the first time I went into class without a bundle of nerves. I've gone through the routine enough times where I now have a basic sense of how things work. I still use my manual to proceed through the sequences, but I’m less anxious about receiving stern adjustments that Meeta makes on my form during class (The master, Bharaht's adjustments are more gentle and encouraging).

I found a quote I want to return to until it becomes part of who I am, so I’m sharing with you to remind myself to keep committing to the words.

“When one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappears.” -S.N.Goenka.

Meditating deeply about the inevitable demise of mind and body. Inching closer and closer to the sad fact that we all end up as bones, teeth and hair one day helps me wake up to everything that is perfectly right with this moment.

Remembering and getting more clear about a healthy, practical and efficient way to think about agency in the world. My focus is on tending to and creating the conditions for my life to continue blooming (The inputs -- my intentions and what I do moment-to-moment and day-to-day, versus focusing on a fantasy set of outcomes that I can't control).

People. There’s an unspoken rule in the yoga scene here, very similar to mindfulness culture that suggests that this is not a whee! kind of community. When you arrive at the shala, proceed in silence and develop concentration with your practice. Unlike at a mindfulness/meditation retreat, you are allowed to look at other people in the eyes, but the unspoken expectation is that you acknowledge others with a smile and nod and then get to work.

I’ve met some nice people:

A late 20-something from Syria. He is in a Phd program at the University of Mysore studying India’s debt crisis. I was unlocking my bike in front of the Deep N’ Green restaurant and we struck up a conversation and ended up talking for two hours about his Phd program, Sam Harris, Jordan Peterson and a bunch of other related things.

A guy from Australia who is not what you might think. Thin with big red beard and balding. I heard he spent a few weeks in Dharamashala recently, meditating with monks. He has been practicing yoga for 8 years and told me that Bharaht is the first teacher that really resonates with him. He says that I’m lucky to have found someone like Bharath at my first attempt to really learn yoga. We speak for a little while when passing at Depth N’ Green. When he’s surrounded by a small entourage of yoga people who seem to know each other from class or otherwise, I don’t stop to talk, I just smile at him.

I really like a guy named Pushpir, a Delhi native in Mysuru by way of Boston and New York. His cafe, Depth N’ Green is the spot on the main drag for healthy food and is welcoming to locals and yogis in training alike. He lived in Hicksville, NY for sometime. He calls Long Island “Wrong Island” which I thought was very clever, and new for me. He is a big man with great energy. He pulled out his driver’s license to prove that he lived there. He’s a sikh and complains that he doesn’t have any time for yoga because he’s always working or taking care of the kids. I suggested that he might take the 530am class with Bharath. He coolly pulled at the perimeter of his beard and pointed to his headwrap. He said, “I’m a sikh, dude. It takes nearly an hour to put this thing together in the morning. I wouldn’t make it to the restaurant in time if I went to the 530am class!” I told him I never knew and dropped the subject.

I appreciate that the people closest to me who are giving me the space I need to be present here for a month without nagging or complaining. Even when Thanksgiving happened this week and I didn’t call.

The quality of the time so far feels like the second phase of rehabilitation after my ACL knee surgery last November. Meeta and Bharaht have been very communicative with me to ensure I don't push my knee beyond what it can do.

I’m thrilled to be experiencing Mysore in the off-season and/or before it becomes too popular. The vibe of the place is relaxed and very normal/local and not manufactured. Even if there are a number of different yoga shalas around the neighborhood, the scene here feels like an Indian city that also has a number of yoga studios. It is primarily buzzing with locals doing there thing, with a sprinkling of a diverse group of international travelers here for the yoga.

The yoga regiment here reminds me that I thrive on regular and uncompromising routines. Class six days a week at 7am and 4pm works for me, even if I’m tired and dread going sometimes. After 15 minutes in class, I’m good to go.

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